GRACE BY PHOENIXE
||Fiction featuring the close friendship of Jack and Daniel.
||Friendship. H/C. Touch of Angst, Vignette
||Season 1 Brief spoiler for Broca Divide.
||An ailing Daniel receives a visitor, much to his chagrin.
An early days tale of the beginnings of a legendary friendship.
||31 Kb Originally completed Feb 2003. Posted to the
web 27 Nov 05
Notes: Jack playing nursemaid to an
ailing Daniel is one of our most beloved fanon mainstays and one I'm particularly
fond of myself. When contemplating writing yet another tale dealing with
the convention I started wondering how the whole thing might have come
about, I mean, where did it start, the Jack looking after Daniel thing,
or how could it have started and that brought me around to Daniel
in the very early days, the quintessential loner up to this point in his
life, before becoming a member of SG-1, how would he have reacted to someone
like Jack barging into his life relentlessly determined to take care of
him - how would Daniel feel about that? So I went back to the beginning
and imagined a little bit of a different 'first time' for our boys, and
the result of all this musing was this tale. It was originally written
as a 'bonus' for the Lost Stories Zine by Yadda Press, and has previously
only been available to those who purchased that zine. But for what it's
worth, here it finally is, a couple of years later, for your perusal.
dying. He prayed
it would be soon.
Daniel’s anguished groan bounced off
the bathroom walls as he shakily struggled
to his feet and flushed the results
of his latest conversation with the
God, he was so sick. The Black Death
had nothing on the flu bug currently
cavorting merrily through his gastrointestinal
tract. It just
wasn’t fair. The
bruises he’d received courtesy of the
Touched hadn’t even started to fade
yet and here he was flat on his back
again. Or at
least he would be, once he managed
to crawl back to bed.
If he lived that long.
If he started now he might actually
make it to the bedroom before the end of
Daniel wavered dizzily over the sink as
he rinsed out his mouth and then wiped
it on his sleeve.
Seized by a sudden fit of shivering
he clutched the blanket he’d dragged
off the bed more tightly about his
As he was uncertainly wheeling
about to make his exit from the bathroom
an enthusiastic banging noise emanating
from the foyer area of the apartment
penetrated his misery.
Someone was pounding on his front door. Daniel desperately
hoped it was that pesky salesman who’d
been blitzing the building. He’d cough all over
“Keep your shirt on, I’m coming,”
Daniel staggered toward the door,
Cough on him, sneeze on him,
breathe all over him, he peevishly
resolved while struggling with the chain
and the deadbolt.
Daniel bleated after finally
succeeding in getting the door open to
discover what awaited him behind it was
not a salesman but something infinitely
Jack O’Neill with a cheery grin the
size of Texas and a suspicious looking
paper sack in his arms.
“You look like crap,” the grinning
terror brightly observed.
“I’m sick and I wasn’t expecting
to have to entertain,” Daniel grumbled,
annoyed and bewildered by Jack’s
“What are you doing here?
Don’t you have enough other
people to pester that you shouldn’t
need to harass me on my deathbed? I’m
too sick to be any fun at all and I
haven’t got the strength to be even
marginally amusing, so Jack, please
Jack’s eyes widened in surprise and
he immediately mounted a tremendously
“Daniel, you’re gonna be mighty
sorry you said that when you see what
I’ve brung ya,” he scolded, rustling
the sack in his arms.
“What?” Daniel stifled
a sneeze, suspiciously eying the bag.
“Mrs. Petrocelli’s chicken soup,”
Jack announced proudly as if informing the
dazed and marginally delirious man gaping
at him he’d brought him the Holy Grail. “Best damned chicken
soup in the Springs.
I’ve got tons of it here, and
a few other things that are good for
what ails you.”
“Um – “ Daniel grunted,
momentarily confused until what Jack had
just said gradually penetrated his muddled
Oh – oh wait.
Jack hadn’t come here because he
was bored he’d come – oh boy, this was
Panic seized the ailing archaeologist
at the thoughts of a pathologically bossy
colonel with a mission invading his
space when he not only couldn’t stand
up to him but could barely stand period. Think, he had to
think. He couldn’t
deal with Jack being controlling all
over him when he was feeling this lousy,
he had to get Jack to go before he
barged in and started being…Jack. Thanks but no thanks,
he had to get back to his bed and do
some serious dying.
“That’s – nice…but I just
finished – that is – my stomach –
I’m really not up to eating anything
I appreciate the thought but I
think I’ll pass on the soup, and oh
yeah, thanks for stopping by,” he smiled
blearily at Jack while desperately trying
to close the door.
Jack clucked. “Not to worry,
I’ve got something for that too,” he
smugly added, effortlessly pushing past
the dismayed shut-in who’d just blown
his last best chance to shut him out. “Relax, you’re in
good hands. Jack
“Oh God, I’m doomed,” Daniel
muttered under his breath as he closed the
door and turned around to see Jack making
a beeline for his kitchen. Feeling like he’d
just been bundled onto an out of control
freight train Daniel wearily wound
his blanket more tightly around his
shaking self and took a few uncertain
steps forward, only to be stopped again
by the dulcet tone’s of Jack’s disapproving
“Jesus, Daniel, this place is a mess. You really must
be sick. Not
to worry, your troubles are over.”
“I wish,” Daniel sourly muttered.
He needed help and he needed it now,
before Jack got too comfortable. Or moved in. He just couldn’t
deal with Jack right now. He was sick.
“I’m going back to bed,” Daniel
announced, surreptitiously palming his
cell phone from the counter while Jack
still had his head in the refrigerator.
“Good plan,” Jack emerged from
behind the fridge door,
flashing Daniel a cheery smile. I’ll get things
squared away here and check on you
a bit later. Maybe
bring you a nice cup of tea if the
soup thing still doesn’t work for you.”
“Tea,” Daniel weakly replied,
suppressing a shudder.
“That sounds great.”
As soon as he sank down on his bed he
flipped open the cell phone and hit the
“Carter,” Sam’s also far too
cheery voice answered him.
“Sam it’s Daniel,” he croaked.
“Daniel, how are you feeling?”
“Sorry to hear that.
Why are you calling? Do you want me to
“Would you?” Daniel whined.
“I’ll pencil you in for next
Tuesday,” Sam laughed.
“But in the meantime, seriously,
you didn’t call me to complain about
being sick, now did you?”
“Sam, I’m in trouble here.
I’m desperate and I really need
a huge favour.”
He just showed up here and I need -
I need you to help me get rid of him. Would you call me
– on my home phone and tell him the
general needs him – or something. Please?”
The phone was silent for several
“Sam?” Daniel said. “Sam are you still
“Yeah, Daniel, I’m here.
What’s the colonel doing?”
“He brought a bunch of stuff. Chicken soup, he
said. And he’s
out there…cleaning up my kitchen or
something, I don’t know.
When I came in here to call you he
was threatening to check up on me and
bring me tea.”
Daniel sighed and rubbed his
“I can’t – I just want to lie
down and die and with Jack here it’s…
Will you help me?”
“Daniel, let me see if I understand
your problem,” Sam finally said. “You’ve got yourself
a full bird nursemaid and you want
me to help you get rid of him.”
“Um…yeah…” Daniel said
uncertainly, puzzled by her tone. Which
didn’t sound encouraging or supportive.
“You’re as sick as a dog and you
have someone there who wants to take care
of you and you have a problem with
“ Daniel said weakly.
“Listen, Daniel,” Sam said kindly,
“To tell you the truth I’ve
been worried sick about you.
We all have been.
You hardly look after yourself
when you’re healthy so I’m guessing
you’re not doing a very good job right
Frankly I’m relieved the colonel
is there keeping an eye on you. You want me to help
you, I’ll give you a piece of free
don’t you be a good little invalid
and let the colonel look after you. It might be a difficult
concept for you to grasp, but he cares
about you and wants to help. Do yourself a favour
and let him.
Now, stop being so stubborn
and rest up.
Get some sleep.
Call me when you’re feeling
Sam broke the connection leaving Daniel
starting at the cell phone in his hand,
a tangle of confused emotions swirling
through his head.
Daniel looked up to see Jack standing
in the doorway, his smile still firmly in
place but the deep concern in his eyes
Daniel hadn’t let himself see before
made his breath catch in his throat
as how much Jack cared hit him. He honestly hadn’t
known, hadn’t thought…
Someone cared about him.
Jack – Jack cared about him.
“How you doing, buddy?” Jack asked,
his voice low and velvet with compassion.
“Better, now you’re here,” Daniel
replied with a weak, but grateful smile. And it was true. He
didn’t quite understand why he’d been
so stupid before but he was suddenly very
glad of Jack’s presence. Sam was right, Jack
just wanted to help and although the
concept of having someone looking out
for him on this side of the
gate was strange, it wasn’t unpleasant. Or unwelcome. Just – unaccustomed.
That didn’t mean he shouldn’t or
wouldn’t take the grace he’d been
offered simply because he’d never
expected it or imagined it was available
Nor would he turn away the hand of
an honest friend.
“Hey, that’s what I’m here
for,” Jack said with such a pleased grin
on his face Daniel was deeply touched at
the evidence of the power of his simple
need anything? Just say the word, you got it.”
“No,” Daniel shook his head as he
crawled under the covers.
“I’m just gonna lie down, get
“Yeah, you do that.”
“You’re – you’re gonna be here
when I wake up?”
Daniel asked, suddenly unsure again
and needing the reassurance.
“Youbetcha,” Jack replied.
“I’ll be right outside the door
as long as you need me. Not going anywhere,
“That’s – that’s good.”
Daniel murmured, his eyes growing
heavy as drowsiness began to drag him
“Maybe – maybe I’ll try some
of that soup later.”
“Whenever you’re ready.
Oh Daniel, just one question before
you flame out.
Where’s your TV?”
Daniel snickered and snuggled deeper
into the inviting warmth of his bed.
“Don’t tell me you don’t have a
Jack said, appalled.
“Okay, I won’t,” Daniel mumbled.
“No TV,” Jack grumbled.
“Read a book,” Daniel sighed,
immediately slipping into sleep.
Jack silently walked up to his side, a
fond smile on his face.
He reached down, tucked the
covers securely around the sleeping
man, briefly felt his forehead and
then rescued the cell phone from his
lax hand. He pushed the speed dial
as he tiptoed from Daniel’s bedroom
and quietly closed the door behind
he cheerfully barked into the instrument. “Guess who! Got
a job for you…”
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