delorita

Sooooo because I got SO MUCH FB for the first part, my muse decided to write more. I still like the first part best but the second and third drabble are for practice to write them :D candygram_5000 I hope you like it anyway ;) (I'm posting all three together so you readers get the right feeling for it)

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This is written for a challenge. I haven't written for JD in an eternity and am really proud that the sweet plotbunny hit me so fast. I may also drag all my JD stuff from Area52 into my LJ but am not sure yet.

Story Title: Daniel's First Time – Not What You Think
Author's name: Delorita
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Jack and Daniel
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: The guys are not mine, I'm just playing with them and don't make any
money out of it.
Warnings: Jack's First Person POV
Notes: thanks to Annie for the very fast beta
Word Count: 100

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Edna made me write this. Because there was a Daniel/John/Jack cap on one of her walls...

An unexpected statement
by Del.

Rating: PG

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This was written for the October Challenge at Pepe's place. So some of you might have seen it before, sorry about that.

Pairing: J/D
Rating: none
Warning: A little disgusting maybe but Nicci wanted to be scared. It’s not scary though IMO.

Notes: One of Rosenrot’s manips has been my inspiration again. When I opened it I was like WOAHHHHH and the little plotbunny jumped me. Isn’t it just angsty as hell?



Daniel’s POV


"Jack." No reaction.

"JACK!" I say somewhat louder, stepping closer to the tub.

"What?" Jack's looking very startled back at me.

"Are you ok? You've been in here for over an hour."

"I wasn't." Jack's sitting up slowly, shivering. All the bubbles that must have been in there are gone. I put my hand in the water and it's cold as I expected.

"Were." I help him up because he seems to be beside himself. He’s clutching his stomach tightly.

“Toilet!”

I half drag him over there just in time for him to throw up mercilessly.

My belly is revolting too but luckily I can control it. I’m stroking his back, not knowing what else to do to make it easier for him.

After a while he’s sitting back on his heels, reaching for the toilet paper to wipe himself clean.

I take him in my arms, holding him. He’s leaning heavily against me, not able to control silent sobs. I’m not asking what’s going on. He’s been going through too much lately and I know what nightmares are like. I bet he did fall asleep in the tub and one of them caught him.

“God, Daniel.” He only whispers.