A fic of mine, Give and Take got recced over at
stargateficrec by the lovely
sg_fignewton and I decided to make a Daniel icon in honour of the occasion.
In the fic Jack tells Daniel the story of a marble he lost as a child and how it reminds him of Daniel.
Big Blue.
I don't want to ponder the significance of the name too much. Jack's mind is a strange place and it was a gen fic after all...

And be proud of me, all of you; I used a brush for the first time as the place where I wanted the words was black and white and the words didn't show up, so I smoosheled a brush all over it and made it all white. I was sitting there sighing and wishing I had a one colour background and then I thought WAIT! I can make it so! I have the power!
AND I made the text sharp. Or smooth. I forget. I changed it, anyway.
In the fic Jack tells Daniel the story of a marble he lost as a child and how it reminds him of Daniel.
Big Blue.
I don't want to ponder the significance of the name too much. Jack's mind is a strange place and it was a gen fic after all...

And be proud of me, all of you; I used a brush for the first time as the place where I wanted the words was black and white and the words didn't show up, so I smoosheled a brush all over it and made it all white. I was sitting there sighing and wishing I had a one colour background and then I thought WAIT! I can make it so! I have the power!
AND I made the text sharp. Or smooth. I forget. I changed it, anyway.
A 'Gamekeeper' drabble, with Daniel reacting a little differently.
Possibilities
Maybe if he focused on the guy operating the forklift this time… Distracted him before he swung the heavy stone around… Was there something he could throw?
"Daniel." Jack's voice was irritating, a distant buzz he'd stopped listening to. "You can't change anything, and if you could, they're still dead."
Jack really doesn't get it, does he? Doesn't see that Daniel knows that, always has since that first time, when, yes, sure, he'd been shocked, upset.
It's not about saving them. It's about getting it right.
He waits impatiently for their screaming to end so that he can try again.
Possibilities
Maybe if he focused on the guy operating the forklift this time… Distracted him before he swung the heavy stone around… Was there something he could throw?
"Daniel." Jack's voice was irritating, a distant buzz he'd stopped listening to. "You can't change anything, and if you could, they're still dead."
Jack really doesn't get it, does he? Doesn't see that Daniel knows that, always has since that first time, when, yes, sure, he'd been shocked, upset.
It's not about saving them. It's about getting it right.
He waits impatiently for their screaming to end so that he can try again.
Watched the first two eps of SG-1 and the first one of SGA and felt the need to drabble because I have a keyboard and I CAN!
Whee.
Set just after SG-1 10.1 Flesh and Blood with spoilers, so behind a cut. Gen. In some ways, this could apply at a lot of points in the seasons...
( Too Little, Too Late )
Whee.
Set just after SG-1 10.1 Flesh and Blood with spoilers, so behind a cut. Gen. In some ways, this could apply at a lot of points in the seasons...
( Too Little, Too Late )
And it's over and I'm missing them already. This last part was the easiest to write and the hardest to stop writing.
Thanks to all who read and encouraged me on my 15,000 word drabble :-)
Previous parts are here.
( Buried Dreams Part Eight )
Thanks to all who read and encouraged me on my 15,000 word drabble :-)
Previous parts are here.
( Buried Dreams Part Eight )
Okay, this seemed like a good place to end; the next part will wrap it up. For the canon purists, Daniel had to get the idea about the Pyramids being alien from somewhere...
Previous parts are here.
( Buried Dreams Part Seven )
Final Part
Previous parts are here.
( Buried Dreams Part Seven )
Final Part
Previous parts are here.
I think this might be the penultimate part. Don't quote me on that.
ETA: well, it nearly was...
( Buried Dreams Part Six )
Part Seven
I think this might be the penultimate part. Don't quote me on that.
ETA: well, it nearly was...
( Buried Dreams Part Six )
Part Seven
This is longer; 2,500 and if you look closely, you can see a hint at the Goa'uld... or their interior decorators, at least...
Previous parts are here.
( Buried Dreams Part Four )
Part Five
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( Buried Dreams Part Four )
Part Five
Too much fun to stop... another 1300 words or so.
Previous parts are here.
( Buried Dreams Part Two )
Part Three
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( Buried Dreams Part Two )
Part Three
Okay, where this came from I do not know, but here it is. It's set late eighties, don't have a clue if the ages are right, but close enough, I guess, and there may be more, there may not. Just an idle whim of a fic, tongue in cheek like the source material. Around 1500 words. UST so far, nothing more.
ETA A single file version of it is on my website here:
Buried Dreams
( Buried Dreams )
Part Two
ETA A single file version of it is on my website here:
Buried Dreams
( Buried Dreams )
Part Two
Drabble set at the end of 'Meridian' that just popped into my head.
One Last Time
He's bled on it, thrown up on it, gone to his knees and kissed it - no, wait, that was Jack.
He's taken it at a run, crawled up it bleeding, sauntered, aware of just how very fucking cool this was, he was, they were, and Monday morning walked up it, eyes lowered, jaw working to hold back a yawn.
He's landed on it, boots smacking, knees buckling, staggering forward.
He's been tossed onto it, spat out, hitting hard, rolling and collecting bruises.
And now he's going up the ramp one last time, and his feet don't touch the ground.
One Last Time
He's bled on it, thrown up on it, gone to his knees and kissed it - no, wait, that was Jack.
He's taken it at a run, crawled up it bleeding, sauntered, aware of just how very fucking cool this was, he was, they were, and Monday morning walked up it, eyes lowered, jaw working to hold back a yawn.
He's landed on it, boots smacking, knees buckling, staggering forward.
He's been tossed onto it, spat out, hitting hard, rolling and collecting bruises.
And now he's going up the ramp one last time, and his feet don't touch the ground.
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