Happy birthday, Des. Current Location: chewy nougat centerCurrent Mood:
I was going to write something deep and sincere about you, me, time and the strange nature of friendship, but you know how I feel about sentiment, mushiness and things of that ilk. Then I thought I might write something funny to make you smile, because God knows you deserve one or two or a hundred or 10^23. Then I remembered at the last possible instant that I'm really very bad at comedy (whew), and decided to leave the laughter to those much more talented than I. So you will have to settle instead for my warm wishes, kind regard, and deep affection... oh, and the shortest* Jack/Daniel story ever written...
Once upon a time, Jack and Daniel met, and were separated and sort-of-married to other people, but then they weren't separated or married anymore. Then there was a
little death, resurrection, aliens, death, a sarcophagus, addiction, angst, bureaucrats, death, time loop, death, ascention, death, more sarcophagi, descention, hibernation, promotion, and pie. And Jack looked at Daniel and said, "Wow."
And Daniel looked back and said, "Yeah. Let's go home, Jack."
Jack smiled, and laid a warm hand just at the spot where Daniel's neck curved into his shoulder. "Let's go home."
And they lived happily ever after.
I love you, babe. Happy birthday.