Recently had some random inspiration for SG-1 one-shots. Also some holiday request fics that I am just getting around to posting. One of the first things that struck me about this fandom was the friendship between Jack and Daniel. It reminds me of my best friend and I, so I guess it resonates in my SG fic a lot.

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Love and Lime

Jack O'Neill wasn't good with words, Daniel thought, not for the first time. Tilting his head to peer at the crossword puzzle that his friend had left half finished on the table in the commissary, he felt a smile tug at his lips. The clue was simply "feeling", and knowing that the word was four letters long, Jack had written lime.

Oddly enough, this didn't surprise the archaeologist. He pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and moved to correct the mistake, then shook his head. When Daniel had been dying--on more than one occasion--Jack had kept vigil in the infirmary. He'd been there when Sha're was taken; been there when she died and all that Daniel had been able to feel was the immense weight of failure and another family torn out from under him. Another time, Jack had carried him through the Stargate when accidental addiction to some form of strange radiation had nearly killed him. Even then, it had almost been too late, but his friend was too stubborn to let him die without a fight. Jack told him that he was wrong when he needed to be told, dragged him out from behind his books when he needed to breathe air instead of dust, and occasionally, Jack would even pretend to listen when he rambled about ancient cultures, dead languages, and the 18,000 year old pottery shard that SG-12 brought back from P7X-273.

For Jack, love wasn't a feeling at all. To call it one made about as much sense to him as calling it a lime. Love was an action.