Tomorrow's Past
by Nicky Chevalier
E-MAIL: nickychevalier@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: D/J, S/J
SPOILERS: 1969, 2010... I think that's it.
SEASON / SEQUEL: Anytime after 2010. Meridian never
happened.
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT WARNINGS: Sex, what else? ;)
SUMMARY: Some unexpected visitors to the SGC get everybody thinking.
STATUS: Complete
DISCLAIMER: Still not mine. MGM, Gekko, Double Secret
Productions, Showtime/Viacom, and seemingly everyone
else *but* me own 'em. D'oh.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Warning: these author's notes are
probably going to be longer than the fic. *g*
I start university next week, so although I'll still be
around, I'm not sure how long it will be before I get
time to churn out another fic. (I'm going to have
*serious* fic-writing withdrawals.) So, since I might
not get the opportunity to say it for a while, to every
single person who has ever put one shred of feedback
into my inbox: Thankyou.
That said, this story was kind of an experiment. I've
never written fic to a deadline before, but when I
got a request for this, I thought I'd make it a
challenge and told myself it *had* to be finished by
tonight.
So basically, the challenge was this- I had to write a
J/D fic containing a massage, 'warm light', and a
blanket/doona, and I had approximately 24 hours to
write it. Personally, I have my doubts about how well
I did, but I'll let you guys be the judge.
Okay Nicole, this is for you.
***
"We are tomorrow's past"
--Mary Webb
***
Daniel dropped the pile of papers back onto his desk and
picked up another. Dropping those too, he yanked the top
drawer open and rummaged through it, finally dropping to
his hands and knees to look under the furniture.
"Looking for these?" came a familiar voice from the
doorway, and he stood up, cursing as the side of his
head came into painful contact with the underside of his
desk.
"Oh, let me look at that," Janet dropped his glasses
onto the filing cabinet and helped him up, her hands
holding his head as she examined him.
"I've been looking for those everywhere, where'd you
find them?" asked Daniel, wincing as her fingers brushed
over his newest bruise.
"You left them in the infirmary."
He turned his head slightly to look at her, and froze as
he registered their proximity. Their noses almost
touching, his gaze found hers, and he found himself
wondering what would happen if he leant forward just
slightly, how her lips would feel against his...
"Unscheduled offworld activation."
The speakers sprang to life all over the base, intruding
harshly on the moment. They jumped apart, and Janet
backed quickly towards the door.
"I better get back," she explained, and as he watched
her hurried departure he wondered where his sudden, more
than strictly platonic thoughts regarding the doctor
were coming from. Pushing the thought aside, he blamed
it on the head injury and made his way to the
observation room.
***
"It's SG1, sir," the confused technician told the
General. Hammond looked behind him, confirming the
presence of his team as the Colonel rolled his eyes.
"I hate it when this happens..." said Jack wryly, and
Hammond looked back to the technician. "Open the iris,"
he ordered, reaching for the microphone connected to the
gateroom's speakers.
"Defence teams, stand by," he ordered, watching with
typical stoicism as nine machine guns pointed to the
shimmering wormhole.
He turned to Jack as the exact image of Major Carter
came down the ramp, looking somewhat confused as she
lowered her weapon.
"Colonel, I thought you told me that the machine doubles
of you were dead."
"Yes sir," answered Jack, watching through the window as
Daniel followed Sam down the ramp, "they were. Are. I
don't think that's them. Carter's wearing a Colonel's
badge."
They looked on as Teal'c followed, then blinked in
confusion as Janet stepped through the event horizon
before the wormhole disengaged.
"What the hell is going on here?" Jack voiced the same
thought that was running through Daniel's mind as they
decended the stairs into the gateroom.
Daniel looked over his counterpart in fascination, the
gold glint of a wedding band on his finger catching his
eye.
"Jack," he heard Sam's double exclaim in what sounded
like surprise.
"Er, yeah." Jack nodded cautiously, looking her over as
though her appearance would give him an answer to his
obvious question. "Who are you?"
"I'm... we're..." Sam looked confused for a moment and
then changed the subject. "What year is this?"
Daniel raised his eyebrows at her question. "It's 2002,
why?"
Teal'c's double raised an eyebrow, and Daniel noted the
absence of a gold emblem on his forehead. "Then we
have--"
"No, Teal'c, don't." Sam told him, and Daniel suddenly
noticed a more commanding air about her than he was used
to.
"We can't tell them anything," she went on, "not even
what year we're from. The more they know, the more we
risk changing everything."
Teal'c's double nodded and was silent, and Jack rolled
his eyes again. "Oh, *please* don't tell me you're from
the future."
"Sir," Sam spoke up from behind him, staring at her
double as she spoke. "We already know it's possible. The
gate did send us back to 1969."
Jack nodded. "Hey, you guys didn't by any chance send us
a note did you?"
The four people on the ramp looked at him blankly, and
Janet spoke up first, talking to her Sam. "The note with
Jack's blood on it."
"Under no circumstances go to P4C970," Sam remembered
aloud.
"So you did send it?" Jack interrupted.
"No, we didn't. I just remember it," she explained.
"Anyway, it doesn't matter. Right now we have to figure
out a way to get us home."
***
The briefing room was crowded and noisy as Janet
entered. "Oh my God," she couldn't help exclaiming as
she caught sight of herself at the other end of the
table.
"Doc Frasier," said Jack, "meet *Major* Frasier."
Janet looked her over and looked back to the Colonel
questioningly.
"They're the from the future," he explained.
She studied her double again carefully. "Then I'm going
to...?" She trailed off, and the Colonel nodded.
"Apparently."
She looked questioningly at the wedding band on her
counterpart's finger. "Wait a minute, I'm *married*?"
Neither Janet nor Daniel missed the glances their
doubles threw across the table to each other, and their
eyes widened in shock. Daniel gaped first at his double,
who was looking nervously at... his wife. They were
married.
Daniel turned to look at Janet, who was already staring
at him. Both were glad when the General called the
meeting to order.
"Okay people, we seem to have a bit of a situation
here," he stated the obvious. "Any ideas as to how we're
going to fix it?"
"How did you even get here?" Sam asked the other version
of herself.
"Probably the same way you-- *we*-- got sent back to
1969," she answered.
"Okay, but how do you get back?" Daniel asked. "We can't
predict solar flares."
"I know," answered Sam's counterpart, "but we can. We
just need someone from our time to figure out what's
happened to us."
Jack raised his eyebrows at her. "You aren't there, who
else is going to figure it out?"
"Our s--," she started to answer him, stopping abruptly
as she watched Jack's jaw drop in shock. "My son," she
ammended, knowing the damage was already done. Sam and
Jack were staring at each other over the table, mouths
agape as they processed the new information.
With Daniel and Janet busy avoiding each other's gaze,
and Sam and Jack staring at each other in an apparent
collective state of catatonia, General Hammond saw the
meeting getting nowhere fast.
"How long do you think he'll need?" He asked Colonel
Carter. Or was it O'Neill, he wondered, noting her
wedding band.
She shrugged. "We're due back in an hour. Could be
anytime after that."
The General nodded, standing. "I'll give you 72 hours.
If someone hasn't come to get you by then, we'll start
discussing other options. Until then, for your own sakes
I'm ordering all of you into quarantine. From what I can
tell," he glanced vexatiously at the dumbstruck people
at his table, "we already know too much about you."
***
"So." Jack fiddled nervously with a test tube.
"So," answered Sam, her gaze focused somewhere on the
floor.
"Married, huh?" His tone was light, but Sam knew him
better than that. She nodded silently, still not looking
at him.
"Guess that means I'm retired."
"Guess so," she nodded again.
He sighed. "So, you gonna talk to me or what?"
She looked at him then. "I'm sorry, Sir, it's just..."
She shrugged. "This is weird."
He grinned. "Meeting your future self, or finding out
you're going to marry me?"
She chuckled. "Both."
He nodded, his gaze wandering aimlessly around the lab.
"Is this going to change things with us?"
She shook her head, but her eyes betrayed her
uncertainty. "I hope not. We could change their whole
future."
"Our future," he corrected.
"Right."
"Do you want to change it?"
"No," she answered immediately, her gaze catching his.
"No," she insisted again. Her eyes answered the question
he was really asking- 'Yes, I want to marry you, Jack.'
He grinned at her, letting out the breath he'd been
holding as his hand brushed a lock of hair behind her
ear. She caught his hand, holding it to her face before
he could pull away.
He pulled her into his arms, embracing her tightly when
she relaxed against him. "Can you wait for me?" he asked
into her ear, and she nodded against his shoulder.
"As long as it takes."
He smiled again, moving to drop a soft kiss to her
forehead. His hands came up to frame her face and she
closed her eyes as his lips decended on hers, the kiss
sending a jolt of electricity through her. He kissed her
softly, and she opened her mouth to his explorations as
her arms moved to slide around his neck.
They both found themselves out of breath when the kiss
ended, and Jack rested his forehead on hers for a moment
as he spoke. "I should probably go before this gets out
of hand," he told her, and she nodded, taking a deep
breath as she stepped back out of his embrace.
He turned to go, pausing at the door to face her again.
"Carter?"
"Sir," she smiled, letting him know that everything
would be okay. He nodded happily, and she watched him
go, a contented smile settling on her lips as she turned
back to her work.
***
Daniel sighed and put his book down when the knock came
at the door, realising he'd just read five pages without
registering a single word.
He looked up to see Janet standing in the doorway to his
office. "Hey," he said in greeting, motioning her in. He
rubbed absently at his neck, the muscles tense under his
fingers.
"What's wrong with your neck?" She asked instinctively,
the doctor in her never really off duty.
"Oh, it's nothing," he answered, rolling his shoulders
in an attempt to work out the kinks.
"Let me see."
"No, really, I'm fine," he took a step back as she moved
towards him, and she stopped, raising an eyebrow.
"Daniel, whatever may or may not be going to happen
between us, I'm still your doctor, now let me see," she
told him firmly, and he sat down obediently.
Her fingers worked expertly at the tense muscles, and he
sighed, closing his eyes as her fingers moved down to
his shoulders. "That is really, *really* good."
She grinned. "I'm a doctor, I have to know these
things."
He looked up at her then, and her hands stilled at his
searching gaze. He raised an eyebrow, and she nodded
almost imperceptively, answering the silent question in
his intense stare. He smiled then, the corners of his
mouth turning up just slightly as he reached up to
thread a hand through her hair, guiding her mouth down
to his.
He kissed her slowly, his lips softly exploring hers,
commiting her taste to memory. His tongue nudged at her
top lip, seeking entry that she gave gratefully as he
deepened the kiss.
She moved as he tugged gently on her hand, pulling her
comfortably into his lap. His lips left her mouth to
trail liquid fire down her throat, and the hot breath on
her neck told her that he was speaking to her, but she'd
be damned if she could concentrate on a word he was
saying.
"What?" She asked breathlessly, pulling back to look at
him as he spoke.
He grinned, a hint of male pride creeping into his gaze
as he noted her distraction. "I said let's not do this
here. I was about to go home. Come with me?"
She nodded, and he stood, setting her back on the ground
as she wondered if her legs would even hold her.
***
"Unscheduled Offworld Activation."
Daniel paused mid step, groaning inwardly at the
incredibly bad timing.
In the contol room, the technician blinked in surprised
confusion. "Sir," he looked at General Hammond,
wondering if he was losing his mind, "it's SG1."
"Oh, for cryin' out loud," came the wry retort from
Colonel O'Neill as he strode into the room, followed by
Carter, Janet, and a very annoyed looking Daniel.
"Defence teams, stand by," Hammond ordered into the
microphone, turning to face Sergeant Davis. "Open the
iris. And someone get the other SG1 in here. I'm hoping
that this is their ride home."
Sam noticed it first. The figure that stepped through
the gate was a younger version of Jack. At least, that's
what he looked like.
"Sir...," she started, staring wide eyed through the
control room window.
Jack nodded, his eyes fixed on the young man who was
looking around the gateroom in apparent fascination.
"Do you think that's...?" The Colonel trailed off,
starting down the stairs after the General.
The others followed, joined by their future selves as
they entered the gateroom. Jack stared at his future
son, noting the boy's blue eyes as he waved cheerfully
to the crowded room.
"Hi guys. I'm--"
"No, don't," broke in Sam's counterpart, giving her son
a quick hug. "They're not supposed to know--"
"Anything about me, I know," he finished for her. "The
grandfather paradox and all that. I was just going to
say that I'm glad I landed in the right time. That was
one big flare."
He turned to Sam, smiling at her dumbfounded expression.
"The next solar flare in this time is in approximately
45 seconds. You'll need to dial P4C962. Those
coordinates should bring the wormhole within 65,000
miles of the sun, so the gravitational space/time
warping, coupled with the boost in gravity created by
the solar flare should be just enough to..."
He trailed off at his future father's tormented groan,
sending his mother an amused glance as the first
chevron locked.
Janet and Daniel exchanged a look as they watched their
counterparts disappear through the wormhole. The doctor
shook her head in disbelief.
"I can't beleive I'm a member of SG1."
"Will be," Daniel corrected, "I think we'll need your
medical expertise around here for a little while yet.
Who knows, maybe in the future we won't even need
doctors."
She nodded. "True. We certainly didn't seem to have aged
much. And I have to admit, going through the gate with
you guys does sound pretty exciting."
He laughed. "Oh, believe me, it is." He raised an
eyebrow suggestively. "But right now I'd settle for just
going home."
Janet grinned. "You know, I think I like that idea."
***
'If she looks at me like that one more time I'm going to
have to pull the car over right here,' thought Daniel as
he reminded himself again to keep his eyes on the road.
He was more than glad to be pulling into his apartment
block, and as he locked the car and felt her arms
encircle his waist, he idly wondered if they'd even make
it inside.
He moved, pressing her firmly against the driver's side
door as he kissed her, his hands running over her flat
stomach to cup her breasts under her shirt.
"God, Daniel..." she breathed against his mouth, and he
groaned as she pressed against him, her hands sliding
over the smooth planes of his back.
"Inside," he breathed, finding just enough willpower to
pull away.
She found herself pressed against his apartment door the
moment they were inside, and she kneaded the muscles of
his back, continuing her earlier massage as his lips
worked magic over her.
She pulled off his shirt, and his lips found hers again,
his tongue snaking into her mouth as he walked her
backwards into the bedroom. She fell onto the bed with
him, her legs grateful for the lifted burden of having
to support her.
They pulled insistently at their remaining clothes, lips
and teeth nipping and teasing at every newly exposed
peice of skin.
She gasped as she felt his hand trail down over her
stomach to her center, and her fingers tightened in his
hair as his moved expertly over her.
"Daniel, please," she pleaded, her breathing labored as
she pulled his mouth roughly down to hers. Their sighs
mingled as he pressed into her softness, and they moved
together, quickly finding the perfect rhythm.
Her fingernails raked over his back, and she cried out
into his shoulder as she flew over the edge, her
contracting muscles pulling him with her.
Morning found the couple entwined on the bed, the sun in
the window casting a warm glow over them as Daniel
opened his eyes. Scooping his blanket off the floor, he
draped it over her, his arms moving around her again as
she woke slowly.
She yawned, stretching languidly before she opened her
eyes. "Morning," she smiled.
He was too busy kissing her to answer, but she got the
message.
"You know," she said between kisses, "I never did get to
finish that massage."
He glanced over at his bedside alarm clock. "We've still
got an hour..."
***
End.
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