Sunshine and Shadow Chapter 1, a stargate: sg- 1 fanfic. Sunshine and Shadow. First of all, let me say I love Stargate SG1 and have nothing but admiration and respect for the writers who brought it to us with such imagination and consistency week after week.
God bless them for their fevered imaginations, even if they weren't quite as fevered as mine. BUT! If ever a character cried out for a true serious romantic storyline, it was Daniel. What can I say, I had to fix this. Considering that Daniel has my dream job and I have a hopeless crush on him, this was pretty easy for me. This one is for everyone with a hopeless crush on Daniel Jackson. Hope it fulfills your fantasies. Everything recognizable about Stargate SG1 doesn't belong to me. Sunshine And Shadow by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.Life has its shadows as well as its sun Its lights and its shades all twined together. I tried to single them out one by. Amish Sunshine and Shadow Quilt -- superb Amish quilt from Lancaster PA. Adeptly made by an Amish woman in her own home. I'm just borrowing and having fun. Jillian practically IS me, except that she got to actually be an archaeologist and my doctorate is in child development. The Chiu (CHEW- y) family is also mine. Jillian works in SG canon if kept off screen, or as an AU, whatever makes you happy. This is technically a work in progress as I add to their growing relationship, but each section added will be complete. Rating may change depending on what is in the new sections. Daniel studied the woman sitting across the table from him, half listening to the possible correlation between the artifacts brought back from P3. X- 2. 01. 6 and the pre- Islamic gods of ancient Arabia and Northern Africa. Jillian North, Ph. D, was an expert in that particular mythology, fluent in Arabic, and more than qualified to lecture him on the subject. She was tracing the etchings on the fragment s of an ancient tablet, reverently drawing out its secrets. He had noticed her hands before. They were elegant and graceful. For some reason the few times those hands had touched him, he had felt a hot rush of awareness. Something in him recognized her. It had shaken him at first and now. Well now he just didn't know what to do about it. There was something about the way Jillian smiled at him, something that was easy; like they had been friends forever and she was glad to see him. More often than not, he found himself returning the sentiment. He had been eager to show her the broken tablet, to watch the recognizable excitement and curiosity light in her eyes. The first symbol in the series is shaped like the head of a bull, with horns. That was often used to represent the moon god, Almaqah. He had just, quite literally, escaped from Hell. Jillian looked at him from under her lashes, sidelong. In both Christianity and Islam they represent the angel, or jinn, that rebelled against the Lord. Then she spoke quickly to lure him from a descent into unpleasant memories. I know of nothing that would indicate they existed at the same time. His point was valid, but he sounded distracted. Jillian's throat felt dry. Daniel was the gentlest man she knew. From the time she had met him four years ago he had been kindness itself. Sunshine and Shadow by Earlene Fowler starting at $0.99. Sunshine and Shadow has 4 available editions to buy at Alibris. Sunshine and Shadow has 184 ratings and 22 reviews. Vorbis said: This book is astonishing.It's a four star read, up until the last third. CYEY1ECPG5 > Sunshine and Shadow « eBook Sunshine and Shadow By Earlene Fowler To get Sunshine and Shadow PDF, you should click the hyperlink under and save the. Amish Sunshine and Shadow Quilt -- great Amish quilt from Lancaster PA. Cleverly made by an Amish woman in her own home. He shone with his own inner light and it drew her to him like a warm fire on a cold night. She had seen Daniel take hurt without flinching, except for a shadow that would slide swiftly into his eyes. She knew he had endured emotion that would bring other men to their knees. He had been tortured long past the point when he should have begged for mercy. But she had also heard him laugh . Without conscious thought she laid her hand on his wrist. Daniel glanced down at her hand laying warm against his skin and was surprised by how small it looked there. He looked back up and was caught by her eyes. Something like a slow burning fire started in his chest and spread warmth through his body and her green eyes lit with the same fire, sparked with the same awareness. Something in the air between them sizzled like an exchange of static. The conversation died. Her thoughts scattered when she realized he had leaned towards her. His face was barely inches from hers. She couldn't concentrate on anything but his presence and the feel of his wrist beneath her fingers. A small part of her remembered the priceless relic in her shaking hand long enough to place it safely on the table. After that, there was nothing but him. Jillian gazed at Daniel for a moment of suspended time, encased in silence. Her pulse pounded, hot and bright and so strong she was certain he could hear it. Cool fluorescent light traced his sandy hair and broad shoulders and rested in shadows and planes on the perfect lines of his face. Daniel's energy, strong and unapologetically male, was hard to ignore. It defeated her, simply because he seemed so unaware of it and held it in check so effortlessly. His eyes were serene, the pupils expanded to leave a vivid blue circle around a pool of black. Those same eyes held hers briefly; then settled on her lips. He was beyond any doubt the loveliest man she had ever known, in all his sunshine and shadow; and unless she did something to prevent it, he was going to kiss her. A shock of excitement and anticipation went through her at the realization. She had always wanted it and never known with quite how much intensity until this moment. Tentatively, Daniel reached out until his fingertips stroked over her cheek, brushed an errant lock of chestnut hair behind her ear. A slow, smoldering shiver followed his touch. His eyes burned, like the blue center of a flame. He slipped his fingers through her hair, cupping her head and tipping it back, drawing her towards him. Jillian caught the flicker of hesitation that ran across his features. She knew he was fighting it a bit, perhaps struggling against being single again, and able to kiss whomever he liked. Jillian wanted to help him. She had one more breath to move back, to say something witty, or brilliant or even sarcastic. She had one more breath to break the moment. Instead she leaned forward and hopelessly craved this one man's caress. She closed her eyes and surrendered to him blindly. He kissed the corner of her mouth first. It was a gentle, soft and erotic inquiry. She turned her head to meet him with her mouth open, willing. He teased her for a second longer and then his lips were fully on hers, supple and eager. Tongues touched hesitantly, with a gentle vulnerability that was heartbreaking. His fingers on the back of her head tightened. His thumb traced her cheekbone. Jillian trembled as compassion rushed over her. The need for air and the inability to remain in the presence of emotion so compelling broke them apart. Breathing hard, she rested her forehead against his. Stunned and breathless, Daniel stroked her hair and kept his eyes closed. He looked at Jillian and found her looking steadily back. The fringe of hair on her forehead was slightly tousled and her eyes were wide. The color of them startled him. Why had he never really noticed how emerald green they were; or that her eyelashes were so long he could see their shadow on her high cheekbones? Jillian had made him feel things he hadn't known were still possible, things he thought had died with his marriage. Not merely physical desire . That one kiss had shaken him. What would it be like if they went forward, when they were both long past wanting gentleness and delicacy? Even now his body was ready to abandon conscience for whatever else she might allow. But it was more than that. Little ripples shivered down his spine suddenly as the reality of it hit him. Jillian mattered to him. He cared about her, the way he knew Jack cared about Sam; except that Daniel was free to act on the knowledge. Jillian filled him a desperate longing in his heart to share his life, his emotions, his dreams and his passionate pursuit of knowledge with someone. Jillian not only listened intently when Daniel's mouth and brain ran off on archaeological tangents, she participated in them, just as likely to be caught up in the excitement of discovery as he. She was the only person in his life who could truly speak to him in the language of archaeology . That need came with a whole host of terrors that iced his blood and made him remember helplessness and loss. But in the dizzying boneless moments after that kiss, he wasn't certain he could get that far. His pulse was pounding in odd, maddening rhythms, like it did at the sound of gun fire, right before he started running for his life. He rocked back in his chair, using distance to bring her into clearer focus through his glasses. She laughed too, a soft sound of relief and pure joy. Her hair shifted and danced behind her like an auburn waterfall. It would take a better person than me to deny what is happening between us. But if you're wondering what we should do next, maybe we should just start small. He leaned forward again and placed his hand on the desk palm up. Gently she placed her hand on top of his. His pulse beat warm and steady in the fingertips he curled around her hand. Jillian kept her eyes down, fascinated by the fact that they were holding hands; or at least he was holding hers. She had known, instinctively, for years, that if she wanted Daniel she had to wait for him to come to her first. A little bit ago it had contained fresh strawberries slathered in Cool Whip. She had brought it with her and absent mindedly finished it off while studying the tablet. The faintest taste of it had clung to her mouth when he kissed her. Resolutely he kept his mind on what she was saying and didn't let it dwell on the feel of her lips on his, her gentle tongue tracing his. He didn't look at her, afraid of how she might be looking back at him. It scared him too much to consider, how much he could picture her in his life, traveling through the Gate to digs, translating ancient writing in his office until late into the night, waiting for her to return from off world, having her waiting for him. His heart pounded again. He wanted nothing so much at the moment but to stand, pull her to feet, catch her against his chest and kiss her again. He was forced to breathe slowly. His stomach unclenched at least and that was mercy. He considered going somewhere with Jillian . You pick a place and I'll treat?
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