Condensed Soup

[janedavitt]

Gakked from rahirah who got it from shadowscast

Open the Word doc of your fic. Click AutoSummarise (on the tools menu), when it has autosumarised tell it to put the output in a new document and that you want the summary to be 100 words or less. The shorter the fic the more coherent sense the summary will make, but the long ones are funnier.

Secretary. I HAVE to do it with Sec. It's ... ah. It crashed Word. Okay. Not Secretary.

Leaving Time, then, the one where Daniel turns into a tree and there's that bit with him posed up against a wall while Jack's watching.



"Jack?"

Daniel snickers. Jack swallows. "Daniel?" Jack snaps. Jack sighs. "Daniel?" Jack demands. Daniel smiles. "Daniel..." "Daniel? "Jack."

"Daniel? "Okay, Daniel. "Daniel?" "Daniel..." Jack listens. "Jack..."

"Daniel?" Daniel frowns. Daniel nods. Jack demands.

Jack demands. Daniel nods. Jack frowns. "Daniel? "Daniel..." Only Daniel. Jack. Daniel says. "Daniel --"

Jack nods. Jack sighs. Daniel's different," Jack says. Jack demands. Daniel says. "Jack?" "Daniel? Jack frowns. "Jack? Jack swallows. "Daniel." "Jack? "God, Jack!" Jack lies. Daniel hesitates. Jack sighs. "Jack!"

Daniel. "Jack?"

Jack?

Jack mutters. Jack. "Morning, Jack."

"Daniel."

Daniel frowns. "Jack."

Daniel's tough. Daniel nods. Daniel shrugs. Daniel wouldn't.

"Lunch, Daniel.



Spoken in the Silence, Jack O'Neill/Jim Ellison




Jack watches the crushed corpse bleed red and smiles. Ellison's hand fastens around Jack's wrist, his fingers cool and strong and damp. Ellison's eyes warm up a little.

Jack sees Ellison look down at one set on his forearm and waits, waits…

"Relax," Ellison murmurs, placing the book face-down on his lap and sliding his arm around Jack's shoulders, pulling him closer, his hand loosely clasping Jack's upper arm. He picks up the book again, ignoring Jack's indignant wriggle as he gets comfortable, his head on Ellison's shoulder, his arm across Ellison's waist.

Jack guesses it is.




Oh, this is fun :;g::