Birthdays!

Happy Birthday irfikos and eatenbyweasels! Hope you're both enjoying your special day very much indeed :;much love::

And we have snow, so I can send you a snowball if you want one :-)

Thank you!

Thanks for the lovely e-card helenkacan! The kids are enjoying playing with all the egg options, too!

::colourful hugs;:

SG-1 Drabble 'Stolen Words' Jack/Daniel PG

This is a Lost City drabble and it's got to be dedicated to paian who owns this episode for me and I can't watch either part without mentally referring to her wonderful palimpsest of Lost City fics.


Stolen Words

"Daniel," Jack murmurs, wound around him in a way sleep will untangle in a series of small separations. "Daniel, I -- "

He's so sure of what Jack's sleepy mouth is garbling ('I love you'; has to be) that he says, "Tell me tomorrow". He can wait.

Then they wake and the words (Jack) have been overwritten, expunged.

And he says it to Jack, over and over, desperate even for a parroted echo.

Nothing.

Stupid of him.

Stupid.

But waiting for what he wants is a habit (a bad one).

And he's left hoping, not knowing, not sure, after all.

Lost.