wickedwords

This is the third story of the meme payment set (collect them all!), an SG-1 drabble. (It's also the first time I've written SG-1, so the meme was really cool in that I got to try something new.) Thank you to

elynross for betaing this for me. No money made, no harm intended. All mistakes are my own.

At The Dig

Jack has no idea what the new brushes are made of, and he doesn't care. They fit easily in Daniel's strong hands. Jack watches as those hands guide the brushes along the contours of the artifact, as bristles dip and bend around the cracks in the clay, soft as breath, tender as a gentle breeze. Careful and sure, Daniel moves swiftly, deftly, neatly over the weathered surface, teasing out the dirt. His eyes follow the figures revealed by his brush, and his lips form ancient words as he reads.

Sometimes, Jack can almost remember the words.

Sometimes, he wants to be them.

A/N: This is for

taselby who asked for fandom: SG-1
characters: Daniel, and either Jack or Sam (I'm flexible)
prompt(s -- pick any or all you like): gibbet; new brushes, "unresolved chord"