Fic: It's Just a TV Show - CSI/Stargate
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chase_acow
I haven't been around much, but hopefully that should change now, at least until the next depression hits. I've got so much to catch up on from this last weekend... I'm guessing, a skip 350 on the friends list. And now, some silliness.
Series: It’s Just a Television Show
SG-1/CSI
PG-13
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lissaknight with her prompt from way back when.
Part the First
Nick sighed as he shut the door to his house, blocking out the too bright sunlight and the sounds of kids playing up and down the street. It had been a long shift, but one bereft of the gruesome scenes that had become common place for the graveyard crew. He’d spent about an hour at a B and E dusting everything for prints and going through an unusually pungent can of garbage before the ex-boyfriend showed up for a spontaneous free-will confession.
That had been the only action that he’d seen all night since Grissom had cornered him in the lab and given him the parable about the CSI who had gotten terribly behind on his paperwork and then got eaten by bugs. Not one to need a hint twice, Nick barricaded himself in his office and spent the next four hours filling out forms in triplicate. The rest of his night was spent helping the techs get through their backlog of DNA and evidence.
Now that he was home, tired but not sleepy, Nick had only one thing on his mind, catching up with his favorite television show before the next high profile case kept him going for five days straight. A quick phone call and shower later found Nick sitting in his favorite spot on the couch with a carton of noodles in one hand, his remote in the other, with beer and egg rolls in easy reach.
Whoever invented the DVR should have won a Nobel prize, Nick thought loading his queue of saved tapings. Nick backed up to the last episode he’d watched and pressed play after skipping through a few commercials, sighing a little as a familiar face filled the screen of his television set. Sure, Nick liked to watch nature shows about birds and other sciences that could conceivably aide him in solving crimes, but he had a soft spot in his heart for his favorite sci-fi shows.
Like most Stargate: SG-1 fans, (Nick only watched Atlantis when they were having a cross-over) he’d been worried when they replaced Richard Dean Anderson with What’s-His-Name from Farscape, but so far, he’d been pretty pleased with the new season. He was glad that his favorite character Daniel Jackson had been getting more screen time, even if he did have to share it with What’s-Her-Name from Farscape.
Nick remembered watching the movie years before in Texas and thinking that Daniel was just such a cool character. Totally a geek, just like Nick, but able to put the pieces of a puzzle together to get the answer he needed. Add in the cornball theories and that he got to get dirty and work with his hands, and Nick had a full blown hero worship complex. It was only after Michael Shanks took up the role that it turned into the stupidest crush on a fictional character that Nick had ever had.
This episode looked like it was going to be Mitchell-centric but Daniel still was in it quite a bit trying to figure things out with Teal’c. Nick liked Daniel because despite everything he’d been through, losing Shau’ri, dying repeatedly, and coming back from Ascension, at the end of the day he was still an optimist sure that peaceful solutions would and should save the day.
After an hour and a half of adventures through the Stargate, Nick sighed and let his head flop back against the couch. He was still too wired to try to sleep even though he knew he should be using the time to catch up on lost sleep. He needed something to relax him, and he knew just what would scratch his itch.
He queued up the episode The First Ones and slipped his hand into his loose pants as soon as the Unas tied Daniel’s hands together and started dragging him through the forest.
Part the Second
“Hey Daniel, what are you- whoa!” Cameron stopped short just inside the door of Daniel’s office as Daniel whipped his hand out of his pants, slammed his laptop shut and quickly spun his chair around to face the wall. Of all the things Cameron had never expected to see, Daniel jerking off in an unlocked office was one of them. “ Um, sorry, the uh, the door wasn’t locked.”
“It’s fine,” Daniel said, his voice still breathy and his shoulders shaking. “I should have been more careful.”
“Right,” Cameron drawled, knowing he should probably just leave and pretend like this had never happened, but unable to resist the urge to poke a bit of fun at his friend. “That must be some kind of porn you’ve got there.”
“Actually, no,” Daniel said prissily, sounding a little more like his old self though he kept staring at the wall as if it held the mysteries of the universe. Cameron could see the Daniel‘s neck was tinged with red and the blush probably covered the rest of his face as well. “Are you gone yet?”
“Maybe I just wanna see what’s got the cold-as-ice Jackson all hot and bothered,” Cameron said grinning as he swiped the notebook off the desk just a second before Daniel made his own grab for it.
Daniel landed belly down on the desk with a soft grunt and Cameron danced away holding the laptop over his head. He opened the cover and booted up Daniel’s last program, moving to keep a handy pile of books between him and Daniel just in case the other man got any ideas. This had to be good, to get Daniel revved up, and Cameron was already mentally rubbing his hands together in glee.
Familiar strains of a classic song came out from the speakers and a montage of images flashed across the screen. Cameron turned a curious eye toward Daniel where other man was sliding off his desk and back into his chair. Daniel had both hands over his face, his short bangs clutched between his fingers and stubble rasping along his palms.
“Daniel?” Cameron asked setting the laptop down and hitting the pause button. This was rather, unexpected. Sure Daniel was a geek, a buff gun-toting geek, but this was just too weird. Maybe Daniel had a thing for the dark haired chick. “You jack off to CSI?”
“It’s the Texan accent,” Daniel said, leaving his head down but waving one arm around in the air. “It does things to me.”
“Wait a minute, there buddy. Are you telling me, that you’ve got a ‘thing’ for a man with a southern accent?” Cameron asked, softy and slowly, his brain trying to wrap around the new information. Good thing Daniel wasn’t military, because Cameron had just blown don’t ask, don’t tell right out of the water.
Daniel groaned, a shiver running through his body.
Series: It’s Just a Television Show
SG-1/CSI
PG-13
A/N: Written for
lissaknight with her prompt from way back when.Part the First
Nick sighed as he shut the door to his house, blocking out the too bright sunlight and the sounds of kids playing up and down the street. It had been a long shift, but one bereft of the gruesome scenes that had become common place for the graveyard crew. He’d spent about an hour at a B and E dusting everything for prints and going through an unusually pungent can of garbage before the ex-boyfriend showed up for a spontaneous free-will confession.
That had been the only action that he’d seen all night since Grissom had cornered him in the lab and given him the parable about the CSI who had gotten terribly behind on his paperwork and then got eaten by bugs. Not one to need a hint twice, Nick barricaded himself in his office and spent the next four hours filling out forms in triplicate. The rest of his night was spent helping the techs get through their backlog of DNA and evidence.
Now that he was home, tired but not sleepy, Nick had only one thing on his mind, catching up with his favorite television show before the next high profile case kept him going for five days straight. A quick phone call and shower later found Nick sitting in his favorite spot on the couch with a carton of noodles in one hand, his remote in the other, with beer and egg rolls in easy reach.
Whoever invented the DVR should have won a Nobel prize, Nick thought loading his queue of saved tapings. Nick backed up to the last episode he’d watched and pressed play after skipping through a few commercials, sighing a little as a familiar face filled the screen of his television set. Sure, Nick liked to watch nature shows about birds and other sciences that could conceivably aide him in solving crimes, but he had a soft spot in his heart for his favorite sci-fi shows.
Like most Stargate: SG-1 fans, (Nick only watched Atlantis when they were having a cross-over) he’d been worried when they replaced Richard Dean Anderson with What’s-His-Name from Farscape, but so far, he’d been pretty pleased with the new season. He was glad that his favorite character Daniel Jackson had been getting more screen time, even if he did have to share it with What’s-Her-Name from Farscape.
Nick remembered watching the movie years before in Texas and thinking that Daniel was just such a cool character. Totally a geek, just like Nick, but able to put the pieces of a puzzle together to get the answer he needed. Add in the cornball theories and that he got to get dirty and work with his hands, and Nick had a full blown hero worship complex. It was only after Michael Shanks took up the role that it turned into the stupidest crush on a fictional character that Nick had ever had.
This episode looked like it was going to be Mitchell-centric but Daniel still was in it quite a bit trying to figure things out with Teal’c. Nick liked Daniel because despite everything he’d been through, losing Shau’ri, dying repeatedly, and coming back from Ascension, at the end of the day he was still an optimist sure that peaceful solutions would and should save the day.
After an hour and a half of adventures through the Stargate, Nick sighed and let his head flop back against the couch. He was still too wired to try to sleep even though he knew he should be using the time to catch up on lost sleep. He needed something to relax him, and he knew just what would scratch his itch.
He queued up the episode The First Ones and slipped his hand into his loose pants as soon as the Unas tied Daniel’s hands together and started dragging him through the forest.
Part the Second
“Hey Daniel, what are you- whoa!” Cameron stopped short just inside the door of Daniel’s office as Daniel whipped his hand out of his pants, slammed his laptop shut and quickly spun his chair around to face the wall. Of all the things Cameron had never expected to see, Daniel jerking off in an unlocked office was one of them. “ Um, sorry, the uh, the door wasn’t locked.”
“It’s fine,” Daniel said, his voice still breathy and his shoulders shaking. “I should have been more careful.”
“Right,” Cameron drawled, knowing he should probably just leave and pretend like this had never happened, but unable to resist the urge to poke a bit of fun at his friend. “That must be some kind of porn you’ve got there.”
“Actually, no,” Daniel said prissily, sounding a little more like his old self though he kept staring at the wall as if it held the mysteries of the universe. Cameron could see the Daniel‘s neck was tinged with red and the blush probably covered the rest of his face as well. “Are you gone yet?”
“Maybe I just wanna see what’s got the cold-as-ice Jackson all hot and bothered,” Cameron said grinning as he swiped the notebook off the desk just a second before Daniel made his own grab for it.
Daniel landed belly down on the desk with a soft grunt and Cameron danced away holding the laptop over his head. He opened the cover and booted up Daniel’s last program, moving to keep a handy pile of books between him and Daniel just in case the other man got any ideas. This had to be good, to get Daniel revved up, and Cameron was already mentally rubbing his hands together in glee.
Familiar strains of a classic song came out from the speakers and a montage of images flashed across the screen. Cameron turned a curious eye toward Daniel where other man was sliding off his desk and back into his chair. Daniel had both hands over his face, his short bangs clutched between his fingers and stubble rasping along his palms.
“Daniel?” Cameron asked setting the laptop down and hitting the pause button. This was rather, unexpected. Sure Daniel was a geek, a buff gun-toting geek, but this was just too weird. Maybe Daniel had a thing for the dark haired chick. “You jack off to CSI?”
“It’s the Texan accent,” Daniel said, leaving his head down but waving one arm around in the air. “It does things to me.”
“Wait a minute, there buddy. Are you telling me, that you’ve got a ‘thing’ for a man with a southern accent?” Cameron asked, softy and slowly, his brain trying to wrap around the new information. Good thing Daniel wasn’t military, because Cameron had just blown don’t ask, don’t tell right out of the water.
Daniel groaned, a shiver running through his body.
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Date: 2006-06-20 11:12 pm (UTC)OH. MY. GOD. *squeeeee!!!!!!!*
I love, love, love it!!
Thankyou so much!
It was so good, and so clever, I love the whole both realities and Mitchell's accent. Now two Southern boys? *squeeee!*
I'm sorry if I didn't see this straight out the gate, I've not been on in ages, trying to sort RL. But this made my night! Thankyou!
*goes back to read again...*
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Date: 2006-06-21 03:20 pm (UTC)Ah, RL can't we just pretend that there is no such thing, and I don't really have to leave for work in a little under thirty mins? Sigh.
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Date: 2006-06-21 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-21 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-23 04:18 am (UTC)Nicely done. Hee. Now Cam needs to use this opportunity to hit on Daniel. Hee!
psst-dieing=dying
*smooch* Nicely done and welcome back! I missered you. *hugs*
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Date: 2006-06-23 05:03 pm (UTC)This was also a fun time sitting outside in my backyard at the parent's house. I'm probably just lucky I didn't accidentally type in me talking to the dog or anything! : )
I'm glad that I got over my funk too. Bad funks suck.
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Date: 2006-06-24 03:24 am (UTC)Not going there but still *snerk*
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Date: 2006-06-26 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-13 11:06 am (UTC)Oh, NOW I recall where I've seen you before. 'bangs head on keyboard' Sorry, sometimes my brain takes leave of my body. 'laughs'