Hey.
Hey Indy.
What are you doing?
Watching True Blood. I'm a few weeks behind.
Ahh, see, I was wondering if that was it but there was no drool dribbling down your chin.
Cooyon.
Whatever, then no wine for you.
You brought wine?
Of course. What kind of boyfriend do you take me for?
Boyfriend?
Yeah...unless I missed something.
I just hate that word. It seems so juvenile.
Ok, what do you suggest then?
I don't know...companion?
Well that doesn't make me feel special. How about lover?
While I love, well, that Indy, that statement alone reduces our relationship to a status of physical intimacy alone and I think that...
Fine, no lover, noted. What about sweetheart?
We're not 12.
Beau?
Closer...
Suitor?
Not 1852. And you are not trying to win me from my father.
And I've already won, so that really doesn't work.
Damn tchew.
Kidding ja-wer, kidding. What do you call it in Cajun?
Boo.
Like as in a ghost.
No, as in you are my boo.
No, that is what a child in a sheet says when they jump out at you.
You don't seem to mind sha.
And you like ja-wer.
Is there something Egyptian? Ancient?
The former has to do with, well, Ha-
I get it, Ancient? Amor, amator?
Nah, that's just too, not us. Too sappy.
So, we're not sappy?
No, Ad, this isn't well. You're my equal, my parter, my soul mate.
Awww....Daniel....see you give Eric a run for his money the longer I hang around here.
Yep, and my entire relationship is based on my competing with a fictional vampire. But we're sappy...
Hush...Eric's on.
So, what have we decided? Other than I am the wine bringer.
Boyfriend.
What?
Boyfriend, for the wine.
And not with wine.
Lover after Eric is off screen. Now hush.
Yes ma'am.
This is a blog for my original short stories I wrote to give my favorite character of all time a happy ending. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them!
About this page
I am a late comer on this ship, I know. I pretty much was turned onto Stargate when I was injured (for my own stupidity I assure you) and I took to the Netflix to find something to occupy myself. I discovered that one of my favorite movies of all time had been made into a TV show, so I started to watch. And fell in love. With Daniel Jackson. Madly. Not just Michael Shanks (although I am fairly certain that he is a Grecian God - oh dear lord....) but the character himself. Then came seasons 9 and 10 and I was just upset by the whole thing. I love Claudia Black and the scenes were fun, but really? Her? That is what they decided he would end up with? Ugh. I mean really, what would they talk about, ever? So, I made him someone. This is your warning. This is sorta a Mary Sue. Sorta because a Mary Sue is Ms. Perfect and while Adrienne seems perfect at first she is NOT. By a stretch. She needs someone like him as bad as he needed someone like her. This is their love story.
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