Stargate Sg-1 fic: Art of Denial
For a challenge at fictionland I have to write ten drabbles based on some prompts I picked months ago. Yeah, drabbles, right. This one was originally almost 500 words. I decided to use some cutting skills I learned in the same comm and got it down to 286 words and I like it much better like this. Be prepared for another nine stories to pop up over the week (hoping to get them all done before the due date on the 4th).
The Art of Denial
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Jack is living in the State of Denial and Daniel’s not going to be the one to convince him to move.
don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.
“I’m fine, Daniel,” he assured him for the fifth time in as many minutes.
Daniel clucked. Actually clucked. “You always say that.”
“Because I’m fine.” Jack sighed and briefly considered calling for a nurse to come rid him of the anxiety prone archeologist.
“Why did you do it?”
“Someone had to.”
“Daniel, I’m not in the mood. Go take a shower or something, you’re molting.”
He looked down at his clothes with confusion. “Quit trying to change the subject.”
“I don’t even know what the subject is.”
Jack rubbed at his eyes. “What’s Carter got to do with this?”
“Well, back on the planet you were all about rushing in to save her without thinking things through.”
Jack gritted his teeth, a warning growl escaping his lips. Daniel apparently didn’t hear it as he continued blabbering. “Daniel, drop it already.”
“I think you two need to talk. To work this out.”
“There’s nothing to work out.” Daniel just stared, one eyebrow raising slightly. “There’s nothing going on between me and Carter. End of story.”
“Right,” he said slowly, eyes narrowing. “You still need to talk before one of you gets hurt. And I don’t mean physically.” His eyes raked over Jack’s body. His injuries weren’t minor but not life-threatening. After awhile Daniel sighed and mumbled something about a shower before leaving.
Jack threw an arm over his eyes. There was nothing going on between him and Carter. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He groaned. Welcome to Denial, he thought, population: one.