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SG-1 Gen Fic: For Every Action 2/10
Title: For Every Action
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
superbadgirl
Category: H/C with a Daniel slant, Team
Season/Spoiler: Very early S2
Rating: R
Word Count: 5,061 this chapter, 44,850 total
Summary: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. SG-1 learn this the hard way.
As far as planets went, the one Bajiar dumped them on wasn’t bad. She had expected someplace more like a prison. Sam picked herself up from the ground and started brushing sand off her backside. She was going to be sore in a couple hours, but that was nothing compared to her bruised pride. She never should have been overpowered like that. She glanced up at dual suns. She still had one hand on her ass when she heard the sucking sound of a wormhole discharging a person. She turned around in time to see Teal’c step gracefully through the Stargate.
“Are you well, Captain Carter?”
“Oh, I’m fine.” Sam dropped her hand quickly and righted her hat. “I couldn’t possibly be better.”
She turned slowly. They had gone from an urban paradise to a tropical one. Lush flora edged along a white sand beach and green water lapped on the shore. The air smelled of wet, hot salt as the breeze rolled from the sea, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Either Bajiar didn’t know where he had sent them or he wasn’t that bad of a bad guy after all. She doubted the last was possible, so she instantly became wary of her surroundings. They might not be as beautiful as they seemed. She fingered her weapon, glad hadn’t been disarmed. Thank goodness for small favors.
“Are the colonel and Dan…?”
Daniel flew through the ‘gate in much the same manner she had, arms and legs flailing, before she could finish her question. He landed on the ground with an ‘oof’ and a couple of rolls.
Guess that answered part of her question. Sam moved toward her downed teammate.
“Daniel, you okay?”
“Just great,” Daniel said, voice muffled by sand. He started coughing and flipped over onto his back. It looked really uncomfortable, what with his backpack underneath him. He let his head hang upside down. “Where are we?”
Like they could answer that question.
“Sons of bitches,” the colonel said as he abruptly stalked through the wormhole, immediately focusing on Daniel, then switching to her. “You all right, Daniel? Carter?”
“Fine,” they both told him at once.
Daniel sat up with his legs stretched out in front of him like a little kid. He had an expression on his face that Sam was certain was similar to the one she had earlier – knowledge of aches and pains to come. She found herself wincing again. The ‘gate shut down, leaving them in relative silence. A bird screeched from high above them, in the tree canopy.
“Great. Let’s go home and face the music.”
Good idea … only Sam realized that in her quick perusal of their immediate surroundings she hadn’t seen a DHD. Oh, fabulous. She saw belatedly that the Stargate was on a dais, and that said dais was mostly buried by sand. It would take Colonel O’Neill about two seconds to figure that out on his own and then…
“Shit, where’s the DHD?”
“There does not appear to be one, O’Neill.”
Sam wondered if Teal’c was always going to state the obvious. In some ways, she found it kind of endearing and goodness knew she needed any little bit of connection she could get with him. He was so formal all the time, and so silent. It made her nervous more often than not, to be honest, and reminded her more than the tattoo on his forehead that he was an entirely different species.
“Yeah, you think?”
“I do.”
Yes, bless Teal’c. The colonel looked so cranky and exasperated that it was almost humorous. If they hadn’t just been dumped in prison – albeit a very nice prison – Sam might have laughed. As it was, she held her amusement to a smile and then held out her hand to Daniel, who grasped it and clumsily scrambled to his feet. Her shoulder felt the strain, making her think she was doing more to get Daniel vertical than he was himself. She let go once he stood rather waveringly, and then she rubbed her strained shoulder.
“So priority one is to find the DHD,” Sam said, shooting Daniel an annoyed look for her newest ache. Great, though, now she was channeling Teal’c, only from her it didn’t sound very charming at all. She could tell the colonel was glaring at her. She made a show of searching for the missing device. “But we might not even need it. The Stargate could have an extra reserve of power and we could dial out manually.”
“Like on Ernest’s planet,” Daniel said.
“There wasn’t any reserve power there. You were off busy seeking the meaning of life while we all had to juice the thing up.” O’Neill started pacing.
Sam raised her eyebrows at the jab aimed toward Daniel, and had to admit he was right about the ‘gate. They had no guarantee they’d be able to dial out.
“We do what Carter said first, and look for the DHD. It’s not like we don’t have time to search the vicinity of the Stargate on this veritable oasis of a planet.”
Veritable? Not a huge linguistic stretch of vocabulary, but the usage certainly made her think her CO wasn’t as dim as he’d like people to believe. And, again, she had to admit he had a valid point – they could all work on their tans while they conducted their search. Sam knew she wouldn’t complain if they ended up having to spend a little time here.
“We’ve just won five days and four nights in sunny Puerto Vallarta?” She could stand to work on her game show announcer voice, judging from the strange looks that got her. “Er.”
“Yeah, Carter.”
O’Neill’s expression was now wary, as if he expected a second head to grow on her shoulder. She didn’t see why he was the only one who could have a sense of humor.
“But without the gourmet meals.”
“Oh,” Daniel said. “No MREs.”
If only they knew then what they knew now. Wasn’t that how the expression went? Chances were they would still have given their food and blankets and water purification tablets and canteens … oh, crap, this could be bad. Sam looked at Daniel, who was looking at his feet. She could see why he might think this was his fault, somehow, but it simply wasn’t. The point might not even be an important one. They could find the DHD right away and be back at the SGC in a matter of minutes. She glanced at the dense underbrush and didn’t think she was going to be right on that count.
“We won’t need them.” Sam smiled. False confidence was still confidence, sort of. Right?
“All right,” the colonel said. “Carter, Teal’c, take south of the gate.”
“Jack, the DHD is never off to the side somewhere. Shouldn’t we search the beach?”
“Oh, yes, Daniel. We will search the beach. That’s our job.”
She and Teal’c got to root around in the thick tangle of plants while the colonel and Daniel frolicked on the beach. In her way of reasoning, that was unfair. Sam eyed her search partner, who was taking off his backpack, vest and jacket and exposing ample biceps in the process. She changed her mind. Not so unfair after all. She thought she just realized another reason why Teal’c was starting to grow on her. If she was going to get all sweaty in the underbrush, at least she had him to look at.
“Great.” Daniel started removing excess clothing as well, and so did the colonel.
Sam decided they could be stranded here for a good long while and it wouldn’t bother her a bit. She never would have guessed Daniel had muscle, but she caught a glimpse of decently toned arms when his shirtsleeves rode up a little. And the colonel wasn’t bad to look at either. No wonder other females at the SGC gave her dirty looks all the time. Not that she’d ever do anything but admire. Admiration was nice and safe.
“We’ll probably need to dig,” Daniel said.
O’Neill adopted a horrified expression, which lasted a millisecond before he schooled it into bored indifference.
Sam grinned, turning away quickly so her CO wouldn’t see that she had glimpsed his comprehension. There was a lot of sand. She lost her smile when she considered Daniel and O’Neill would still be digging long after she and Teal’c finished their search, and that she’d be digging right alongside them.
“I’ll keep an eye out for signs of sentient life,” the colonel said, walking a few steps closer to the lapping waves. “We could be on a world populated with those fish people.”
“To whom do you refer?”
“Nem?”
Daniel and Teal’c spoke almost in sync. Daniel appeared startled by it, and Teal’c just raised his eyebrow. Actually, Daniel looked a little peaked and pale. He often looked pained around Teal’c, though she doubted he realized it. It couldn’t be easy, Sam thought, to work side by side with one of the people responsible for the abduction and Goa’uld implantation of a loved one. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to handle it quite as well as Daniel did every day.
“Yeah, that guy.”
“You don’t think…wait a minute,” Daniel said. He wavered on his feet again, and Sam narrowed her eyes. He’d been upright for a while, he shouldn’t be having difficulty keeping balance anymore. “Are you really going to make me do this by myself while you stare at the water?”
“Consider it strength training.” O’Neill turned to give Daniel a quick smirk, then did a double take.
Sam followed his gaze back to Daniel, who actually managed to look more tired than he had mere seconds ago.
The colonel frowned and said, “Actually, I’ve changed my mind. I could use some exercise myself.”
“Yes.” Daniel smiled a little uncertainly, but it did make him seem slightly less drawn. “I’ve heard that staying in shape becomes more difficult past a certain age.”
Damn, Sam wished she could speak to the colonel like that – flippant and relaxed. She let out a small chuckle as she shucked her own jacket. O’Neill spluttered something in reply, but she was busy eyeing the plant life she was about to come up and close and personal with. She put the jacket back on. Teal’c might have a built-in boosted immune system, but she didn’t. It could easily be a patch of alien poison ivy for all she knew.
The bird in the trees shrieked again, joined by a number of others. A flutter of activity drew her attention upward in time to see several gigantic creatures launching into the air. They flew with fluid grace and beauty, and for a moment she was captivated by how something so seemingly commonplace could be so unfamiliar at the same time. The ‘birds’ didn’t have feathers as far as she could see, and their beaks were long and powerful. Even from her vantage point fifty feet below, she could see ridged protrusions jutting out from their crowns. They looked … they didn’t look like birds, exactly.
Sam felt Teal’c move by her and she looked back down. She was apparently the only one looking up. The colonel and Daniel were already busy studiously checking the area of the beach where the DHD would logically be, based on previous experiences. Tossing one last fleeting look aloft, she then joined Teal’c. They weren’t going to find the DHD where they were searching, she thought, but she could do a cursory survey of what natural resources they could glean if they had to. If the DHD was buried it was still going to take time to dig it out. She looked up again, staring at the suns’ filtered rays.
“Teal’c, do you know if solar energy could charge a Stargate if it was exposed long enough?”
“I believe it cannot,” he said. “My knowledge, however, is limited. The Goa’uld were careful to do nothing that might encourage questions among the ranks of Jaffa.”
“And that included revealing the technology, because if you knew it was all explainable you wouldn’t believe in them anymore.”
“Much like Tau’ri children eventually learn there is no such thing as Santa Claus.”
“Yes,” Sam said with surprise. “How did you know about that?”
“I read extensively.”
She wished they had the same luxury with Teal’c’s culture. As it was they usually didn’t get information from him until any given Goa’uld issue was quite imminent. Sam didn’t know how her commanding officers managed to be okay with such a convenient, limited exchange of information. She didn’t expect Teal’c to sit down and write The Manual to All Things Goa’uld for them, but he could share a bit more openly. But that was neither here nor there.
“I suppose you have to have something do to while we’re not on missions.”
“Indeed.”
Teal’c parted various clumps of greenery, but it was as she suspected – the DHD was not there. Actually, if they had found it here, it would have been a bad, bad thing. The only way she could imagine it situated over here was if it had been disconnected somehow and moved, therefore rendered useless. She watched Teal’c for any adverse reactions to the plants, but he didn’t demonstrate any. Even with a symbiote helping him, he probably would have some type of initial reaction. She thought. Maybe.
“Skin contact does not appear harmful, Captain Carter.”
Nonplussed, Sam glanced at Teal’c. Her face must have given her trepidation away, because he’d sussed out her thoughts easily. He tipped his head at her. She reached out and swept her hand against a hanging vine. So far so good, no reaction, but there had better not be a delayed reaction. She’d had a bad run-in with poison oak as a kid and did not ever want a repeat of that experience. She peeked over at Teal’c with a smile.
“That’s good. At least we’ll have a natural resource for toilet paper if we’re here long enough to need it.”
“Indeed,” he said. “It is fortuitous.”
Sam swore she saw the beginnings of an answering smile.
She grinned back. It was warm back here, any breeze from the ocean or lake or sea or whatever not making it through the thick foliage. Deeming it safe enough and dispelling with her paranoia surrounding the plant life, Sam eased out of her jacket. She felt about ten degrees cooler instantly.
“I suppose we should go help Daniel and the colonel dig holes on the beach.”
“Would it not be a wise idea to further explore the topography of this world, Captain Carter? As O’Neill suggested, there may indeed be sentient life forms present.”
“Stands to reason, Teal’c.” Sam nodded to herself. She did not relish the thought of digging holes, and if they were here they might as well gain some intel. They could even find something of use here, and then their casting off here would have yet another bonus. “I mean, we were sent here, right? Someone else might have been.”
“I do not believe beings will come from the sea as O’Neill suggested. We should determine if there is more than fowl here, and also what level of threat any life form could be.”
See? Teal’c was very pragmatic and helpful. Sam hoped she could maintain a comfort level with him so that if he had suggestions he wouldn’t hesitate to give them without prompting. Something told her it wouldn’t be that easy. Easy was not a word she’d use to describe any facet of Teal’c that she had seen so far. From what she could tell, he was a warrior first, friend a very distant second and his barriers were solid.
“I think you’re right. We should probably let the others know, though.” She touched a hand to her radio, then dropped it. “After we’ve gone further inland.”
Teal’c gave her another almost-smile. She figured it would be harder for the colonel to say no if they were already doing reconnaissance. That was a handy trick she learned from Daniel, even if the instruction was unintentional on his part. She gave Teal’c point, getting her weapon at the ready.
They made it about one hundred, uneventful steps.
“Carter, Teal’c!”
The colonel hadn’t even used his radio, bellowing loudly instead. He didn’t sound angry. He sounded panicked. Sam moved without thinking, running back toward the beach. Teal’c started out behind her, but quickly sped past her.
“Carter!”
She sped up, heart racing from more than the exertion. She didn’t know why the colonel hadn’t used his radio and tried to tell herself it was because he assumed she and Teal’c were nearer than they were. Sam broke through the foliage only a second behind Teal’c and saw the colonel kneeling over Daniel, who was in a graceless sprawl and clearly unconscious.
“Sir, what happened?” she said as she slid to her knees next to the colonel. “Daniel?”
“I don’t know. I was facing the other direction. I asked him a question and when he didn’t answer, I turned around and there he was.”
It probably wasn’t a normal faint. Most people who pass out start regaining some sort of consciousness the moment they hit the ground. Daniel wasn’t moving at all, and his face was a terrible shade of gray. Sam lifted her MP-5 over her head, putting it aside and out of her way. She leaned close to Daniel in an attempt to gain more than a visual assessment. There were no obvious signs of injury. She started at the head, running her fingers along Daniel’s scalp.
“This doesn’t make any sense,” the colonel said, more to himself than to her, Sam thought. “I would have heard if something attacked him, right, and they wouldn’t have just singled him out.”
“No head trauma.” Sam frowned. “Sir, look at the bruises on his arms. They’re just forming.”
“Bruises on his arms wouldn’t make him pass out, Carter.”
“I know that, sir.” She was embarrassed about mentioning them, but so far it was the only physical ailment she had detected. She shook her head and continued her evaluation. There was nothing noticeable with Daniel’s neck, torso or legs. “Whatever this is, it’s not from an injury.”
“He’s sick?”
O’Neill scowled when she shrugged and put her hand on Daniel’s forehead. He was a little warm to the touch, but they were in a pretty warm climate now and not dressed for it. They all probably felt warm.
“Daniel Jackson did appear unwell.”
“Yeah, I noticed that,” Sam said, leaving her hand where it was. Daniel’s hair was damp. She brushed what stuck to his temples back absently. “He looked tired, unsteady on his feet.”
“So, what? He just fell asleep?”
The subject in question moaned and shifted under her touch. Daniel started moving his hands in a bare, haphazard rhythm. His fingers lifted up off the ground and went back down, up and down. Sam gave her attention to his face for indications he was waking up, but his eyes remained closed. His glasses were askew. She removed her hand from his forehead to ease the frames off his face. Even that didn’t rouse him into consciousness, though his hands raised higher and his legs moved.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t know, sir.” Her exasperation manifested itself in a snappish tone. He couldn’t really expect an answer. “We might not know until Daniel wakes up.”
“Whenever that’ll be,” the colonel said, sounding for all the world like he was angry.
Which was how Sam knew he was really worried.
~~*~~
It was strange. Daniel couldn’t recognize the noise he heard far off in the distance, but he knew what it was. That didn’t make sense. His head, his head. His head felt funny. Shup-pish. Shup-pish. Sharp sound tapering off into something softer, less defined, and it seemed to be getting louder. Closer? Something. He concentrated, trying to pinpoint the exact noise. Name that tune. He twitched his fingers. Sand. It occurred to him maybe he should be worried that he didn’t know where he was as much, if not more, than figuring out the cause of the odd sound.
“Sir, I think he’s waking up.”
Sam? Oh, good, Sam was here at least, and Jack. The shup-pishing stopped, replaced by phut-phutting. There was a regular old big band playing in his head, but there was no discernable song. The strange racket kind of made him sick to his stomach. Sick, sick. His skin felt hot. He had no idea why. Tiny pellets of sand sprinkled against his right hand and arm, and he noticed the phut-phut stopped.
“Daniel?”
Digging. He and Jack were supposed to be digging in the sand for the DHD. Shup-pish was a shovel or something. So Jack was digging and he was lying in the sand instead. That didn’t seem right.
“Hey, Daniel?”
Without digging, we’ll never find the DHD, Daniel said, or at least meant to. Jack didn’t comment, which wasn’t very like Jack at all, so Daniel wondered if he had actually spoken out loud. Small steps – open eyes first, talk later. He’d really rather not, he decided. His eyes were just fine in their closed state.
“Are you sure? He doesn’t look any different than the last five times you thought he was waking up.”
Five times. Wow, that seemed like a lot. If Jack abandoned digging each time … Daniel’s head swam. Because he was apparently unwell. He’d figured that out already. He thought he had, anyway. He really couldn’t recall.
“Hey … Daniel?”
Okay. He still didn’t want to, but Jack seemed insistent and Sam worried. He tried. His eyelids didn’t move, feeling stuck together with adhesive. The effort made his head go from feeling funny to hurting. He moaned in discomfort but was also pleased his voice box worked.
“Heard that,” Jack said.
Something cool brushed across his forehead, stronger than a breeze. He was so warm, he realized. He leaned into the coolness, but it didn’t last. Disappointment shot through him, along with a deeper flush of heat. He focused on opening his eyes again, succeeding enough to see a sliver of light and a peach blob above him.
“There he is. Daniel?”
That was about the twentieth time Jack had said his name, an occurrence which alone made him nervous. People didn’t repeat names often during the course of a conversation, although this couldn’t be said to be a conversation.
“Stay with us now, Daniel.”
Daniel opened his eyes wider, feeling better once doing so but not by much. The last thing he remembered he had been staring down at the sand and wondering how he could see the individual grains from a standing position. That and the terrible disturbance the bird-things were making up in the trees. It was all coming back to him … he hadn’t been standing. He had seen the individual grains of sand only after faceplanting into it.
“Okay,” Daniel said. This time he actually made sound, even if it wasn’t entirely understandable as speech. His mouth felt as though he had slept with a wad of cotton batting in it. “Okay.”
“Here, sip some water,” said the peach blob, which turned out to be Sam.
His eyes were almost as fuzzy as his mouth and, coupled with his slight correction or lack thereof, really impaired his vision. The proffered canteen tipped up. Water dribbled down his chin.
“Sorry,” Sam said.
The water felt good. He licked his lips. The small amount of moisture that had made it onto them helped a lot. Daniel cleared his throat and lifted his head to check out his surroundings. He managed to see he was under the shelter of a lean-to, and then the semi-cool thing on his forehead increased in pressure, pushing him back down to the ground. He protested with a grunt. He felt much better already, only a few minutes after waking up.
“You should take it easy.” It was cloth – a bandana – on his head. Sam took it away for a moment, returning it wet and cool again. “You’ve been out of it for five hours, Daniel.”
“I’m fine … I think.”
“You’ve been feverish and unconscious for…”
“Five hours,” Daniel said. He coughed. Could use more water. “I heard that. I’m feeling much better.”
“Better than when? You’ve been senseless for…”
“Five hours.” This was getting old. The clearer his head became, the more annoying the circular conversation got. “Better than when I first woke up.”
“Two minutes ago.”
“Yes. What, uhm, what happened?”
Sam leaned closer, looking into his eyes. She seemed puzzled. Her hand went to his hair, fingers running through it as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. To his recollection, she had never done that with him. Unless, of course, that was how she had spent the past several hours.
“We were hoping you could tell us.”
“You passed out,” Jack said, poking his head next to Sam’s. Light colored dust covered Jack’s face, settling most thickly on his nose. “When did you start feeling sick?”
Daniel moved his head, evading Sam’s touch. She pulled away like she just realized what she was doing. If he thought about it, it was a little worrisome that he couldn’t remember feeling poorly. Or the beginning of feeling poorly, he corrected. While he might sense a slight improvement, he had to admit he felt pretty crappy.
“I don’t know that I did, exactly.”
“How do you feel now?”
It wouldn’t pay to downplay, he could tell that just by the expressions Jack and Sam wore. Daniel took a mental tally, and found he wasn’t quite sure how to answer the question.
“Strange,” he said.
“Strange how?” Jack swiped at his forehead, smearing the dust off. “Daniel, you have to help us out here.”
“Achy. Uhm…” He blinked and wanted to keep his eyes shut. So he did. “Tired. My skin hurts.”
“So, you passed out because you have the flu?”
“Sir.”
“Well, it sounds like he has the flu.”
Shup-pish. Shup-pish. The sound was back. Daniel might have been wrong in thinking it was the sound of shoveling. Maybe it was just his head, which ached more acutely again. Feeling better was apparently temporary or some sort of illusion or both of those options.
“Sir, the flu doesn’t knock a person off his feet so quickly. It takes days.”
“I was just sayin’.”
“Ahm,” Daniel said to stop their tangential conversation. They stopped the inanity, but then he couldn’t remember what it was he was going to say. “Ahm.”
“Daniel?”
“Mmm?”
“Daniel,” Sam said, “You have to try to stay awake.” Rustling cloth, softly crunching sand close to him. Sam sounded like she was talking through a tube. “This is not the flu, sir. Damnit.”
“What?”
“I think his temperature is rising again.”
Hot. Fever? That explained a lot but nothing. Daniel felt terrible. Worse than terrible, though he wasn’t sure what to call that. Confused. Fuzzy. He tried to talk but just ended up sounding like a bagpipe in the hands of an amateur, at least to himself.
“If we don’t start getting fluids in him…”
“I know, Carter,” Jack said, and unlike Sam’s, his voice was clear in Daniel’s ears despite the words being spoken very softly.
Daniel noticed for the first time that there was pressure on his right forearm. It felt like a hand. He somehow knew it was Jack’s hand. Oh, this was bad, then.
“I know he doesn’t have the flu and I know he needs to keep hydrated.”
Jack was concerned, and Daniel felt bad about that. He was okay, just tired. He opened his eyes again. The fever explained why his head was off. He always got a little thick when sick. Lyrical, too, apparently. Thick when sick, thick when sick. It was his new mantra. He rhymed.
“I’m awake. I can hear you,” Daniel said. “Thick when sick.”
Jack and Sam’s faces appeared above him, simultaneous and sudden. The expressions they bore were comical to him, in a somewhat inappropriate way. They looked so stunned he had to laugh. Thick when sick. Something wasn’t right.
“Hey, where’s Teal’c?” he said.
“What does thick when sick mean?” Sam frowned at him.
Daniel heard a maraca shaking out a terrible rhythm. The shup-pishing continued in the distance, and Daniel was reminded of a band again. Mariachi this time.
“Here, take these. They’ll help keep your fever in check.”
The maraca stopped with one final, big shake. Sam slipped something onto his lips. Pills. They were bitter and he didn’t want to take them into his mouth, but he figured Sam knew what she was talking about. Daniel opened up and the bitterness increased as the tablets dissolved until the canteen was tipped to his lips and he swallowed the tablets down. The water felt cool against his throat.
“Head thick.” His arm was floppy as he lifted it and waggled his hand by his head once. His arm fell back down to the ground at an awkward angle. “It’s hard to, ah, hard to think.”
“I’m sorry, Daniel, but I have to ask this. Do you remember touching anything here? Or did you smell something, maybe?”
“Nothing.” He hadn’t even stopped to smell the flowers. Not that he could, because he hadn’t seen any. Not that he would because flowers usually made him sneeze and he didn’t make it a habit to do things that would make him miserable. Shup-pish. Teal’c. Shup-pish. Teal’c was still digging, that’s where he was. “Found the DHD?”
“Yeah. So you didn’t touch anything?” Jack didn’t look like he believed him. C’est la vie. “Nothing at all.”
“Right.” Daniel closed his eyes. They felt hot inside his skull, like they were melting into thick jelly. Thick when sick. “Good.”
“Not that good. Sir, I think we’re losing him again.”
Sam shouldn’t talk with a hand over her mouth. He was pretty sure he was tired. Exhausted. Couldn’t possibly get enough sleep. Daniel didn’t know that his head felt thick so much as it was floaty. He was getting dizzy and he just wanted it to stop.
“Teal’c, tell me you’ve got that thing uncov…”
to chapter three
Author:
superbadgirlCategory: H/C with a Daniel slant, Team
Season/Spoiler: Very early S2
Rating: R
Word Count: 5,061 this chapter, 44,850 total
Summary: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. SG-1 learn this the hard way.
As far as planets went, the one Bajiar dumped them on wasn’t bad. She had expected someplace more like a prison. Sam picked herself up from the ground and started brushing sand off her backside. She was going to be sore in a couple hours, but that was nothing compared to her bruised pride. She never should have been overpowered like that. She glanced up at dual suns. She still had one hand on her ass when she heard the sucking sound of a wormhole discharging a person. She turned around in time to see Teal’c step gracefully through the Stargate.
“Are you well, Captain Carter?”
“Oh, I’m fine.” Sam dropped her hand quickly and righted her hat. “I couldn’t possibly be better.”
She turned slowly. They had gone from an urban paradise to a tropical one. Lush flora edged along a white sand beach and green water lapped on the shore. The air smelled of wet, hot salt as the breeze rolled from the sea, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Either Bajiar didn’t know where he had sent them or he wasn’t that bad of a bad guy after all. She doubted the last was possible, so she instantly became wary of her surroundings. They might not be as beautiful as they seemed. She fingered her weapon, glad hadn’t been disarmed. Thank goodness for small favors.
“Are the colonel and Dan…?”
Daniel flew through the ‘gate in much the same manner she had, arms and legs flailing, before she could finish her question. He landed on the ground with an ‘oof’ and a couple of rolls.
Guess that answered part of her question. Sam moved toward her downed teammate.
“Daniel, you okay?”
“Just great,” Daniel said, voice muffled by sand. He started coughing and flipped over onto his back. It looked really uncomfortable, what with his backpack underneath him. He let his head hang upside down. “Where are we?”
Like they could answer that question.
“Sons of bitches,” the colonel said as he abruptly stalked through the wormhole, immediately focusing on Daniel, then switching to her. “You all right, Daniel? Carter?”
“Fine,” they both told him at once.
Daniel sat up with his legs stretched out in front of him like a little kid. He had an expression on his face that Sam was certain was similar to the one she had earlier – knowledge of aches and pains to come. She found herself wincing again. The ‘gate shut down, leaving them in relative silence. A bird screeched from high above them, in the tree canopy.
“Great. Let’s go home and face the music.”
Good idea … only Sam realized that in her quick perusal of their immediate surroundings she hadn’t seen a DHD. Oh, fabulous. She saw belatedly that the Stargate was on a dais, and that said dais was mostly buried by sand. It would take Colonel O’Neill about two seconds to figure that out on his own and then…
“Shit, where’s the DHD?”
“There does not appear to be one, O’Neill.”
Sam wondered if Teal’c was always going to state the obvious. In some ways, she found it kind of endearing and goodness knew she needed any little bit of connection she could get with him. He was so formal all the time, and so silent. It made her nervous more often than not, to be honest, and reminded her more than the tattoo on his forehead that he was an entirely different species.
“Yeah, you think?”
“I do.”
Yes, bless Teal’c. The colonel looked so cranky and exasperated that it was almost humorous. If they hadn’t just been dumped in prison – albeit a very nice prison – Sam might have laughed. As it was, she held her amusement to a smile and then held out her hand to Daniel, who grasped it and clumsily scrambled to his feet. Her shoulder felt the strain, making her think she was doing more to get Daniel vertical than he was himself. She let go once he stood rather waveringly, and then she rubbed her strained shoulder.
“So priority one is to find the DHD,” Sam said, shooting Daniel an annoyed look for her newest ache. Great, though, now she was channeling Teal’c, only from her it didn’t sound very charming at all. She could tell the colonel was glaring at her. She made a show of searching for the missing device. “But we might not even need it. The Stargate could have an extra reserve of power and we could dial out manually.”
“Like on Ernest’s planet,” Daniel said.
“There wasn’t any reserve power there. You were off busy seeking the meaning of life while we all had to juice the thing up.” O’Neill started pacing.
Sam raised her eyebrows at the jab aimed toward Daniel, and had to admit he was right about the ‘gate. They had no guarantee they’d be able to dial out.
“We do what Carter said first, and look for the DHD. It’s not like we don’t have time to search the vicinity of the Stargate on this veritable oasis of a planet.”
Veritable? Not a huge linguistic stretch of vocabulary, but the usage certainly made her think her CO wasn’t as dim as he’d like people to believe. And, again, she had to admit he had a valid point – they could all work on their tans while they conducted their search. Sam knew she wouldn’t complain if they ended up having to spend a little time here.
“We’ve just won five days and four nights in sunny Puerto Vallarta?” She could stand to work on her game show announcer voice, judging from the strange looks that got her. “Er.”
“Yeah, Carter.”
O’Neill’s expression was now wary, as if he expected a second head to grow on her shoulder. She didn’t see why he was the only one who could have a sense of humor.
“But without the gourmet meals.”
“Oh,” Daniel said. “No MREs.”
If only they knew then what they knew now. Wasn’t that how the expression went? Chances were they would still have given their food and blankets and water purification tablets and canteens … oh, crap, this could be bad. Sam looked at Daniel, who was looking at his feet. She could see why he might think this was his fault, somehow, but it simply wasn’t. The point might not even be an important one. They could find the DHD right away and be back at the SGC in a matter of minutes. She glanced at the dense underbrush and didn’t think she was going to be right on that count.
“We won’t need them.” Sam smiled. False confidence was still confidence, sort of. Right?
“All right,” the colonel said. “Carter, Teal’c, take south of the gate.”
“Jack, the DHD is never off to the side somewhere. Shouldn’t we search the beach?”
“Oh, yes, Daniel. We will search the beach. That’s our job.”
She and Teal’c got to root around in the thick tangle of plants while the colonel and Daniel frolicked on the beach. In her way of reasoning, that was unfair. Sam eyed her search partner, who was taking off his backpack, vest and jacket and exposing ample biceps in the process. She changed her mind. Not so unfair after all. She thought she just realized another reason why Teal’c was starting to grow on her. If she was going to get all sweaty in the underbrush, at least she had him to look at.
“Great.” Daniel started removing excess clothing as well, and so did the colonel.
Sam decided they could be stranded here for a good long while and it wouldn’t bother her a bit. She never would have guessed Daniel had muscle, but she caught a glimpse of decently toned arms when his shirtsleeves rode up a little. And the colonel wasn’t bad to look at either. No wonder other females at the SGC gave her dirty looks all the time. Not that she’d ever do anything but admire. Admiration was nice and safe.
“We’ll probably need to dig,” Daniel said.
O’Neill adopted a horrified expression, which lasted a millisecond before he schooled it into bored indifference.
Sam grinned, turning away quickly so her CO wouldn’t see that she had glimpsed his comprehension. There was a lot of sand. She lost her smile when she considered Daniel and O’Neill would still be digging long after she and Teal’c finished their search, and that she’d be digging right alongside them.
“I’ll keep an eye out for signs of sentient life,” the colonel said, walking a few steps closer to the lapping waves. “We could be on a world populated with those fish people.”
“To whom do you refer?”
“Nem?”
Daniel and Teal’c spoke almost in sync. Daniel appeared startled by it, and Teal’c just raised his eyebrow. Actually, Daniel looked a little peaked and pale. He often looked pained around Teal’c, though she doubted he realized it. It couldn’t be easy, Sam thought, to work side by side with one of the people responsible for the abduction and Goa’uld implantation of a loved one. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to handle it quite as well as Daniel did every day.
“Yeah, that guy.”
“You don’t think…wait a minute,” Daniel said. He wavered on his feet again, and Sam narrowed her eyes. He’d been upright for a while, he shouldn’t be having difficulty keeping balance anymore. “Are you really going to make me do this by myself while you stare at the water?”
“Consider it strength training.” O’Neill turned to give Daniel a quick smirk, then did a double take.
Sam followed his gaze back to Daniel, who actually managed to look more tired than he had mere seconds ago.
The colonel frowned and said, “Actually, I’ve changed my mind. I could use some exercise myself.”
“Yes.” Daniel smiled a little uncertainly, but it did make him seem slightly less drawn. “I’ve heard that staying in shape becomes more difficult past a certain age.”
Damn, Sam wished she could speak to the colonel like that – flippant and relaxed. She let out a small chuckle as she shucked her own jacket. O’Neill spluttered something in reply, but she was busy eyeing the plant life she was about to come up and close and personal with. She put the jacket back on. Teal’c might have a built-in boosted immune system, but she didn’t. It could easily be a patch of alien poison ivy for all she knew.
The bird in the trees shrieked again, joined by a number of others. A flutter of activity drew her attention upward in time to see several gigantic creatures launching into the air. They flew with fluid grace and beauty, and for a moment she was captivated by how something so seemingly commonplace could be so unfamiliar at the same time. The ‘birds’ didn’t have feathers as far as she could see, and their beaks were long and powerful. Even from her vantage point fifty feet below, she could see ridged protrusions jutting out from their crowns. They looked … they didn’t look like birds, exactly.
Sam felt Teal’c move by her and she looked back down. She was apparently the only one looking up. The colonel and Daniel were already busy studiously checking the area of the beach where the DHD would logically be, based on previous experiences. Tossing one last fleeting look aloft, she then joined Teal’c. They weren’t going to find the DHD where they were searching, she thought, but she could do a cursory survey of what natural resources they could glean if they had to. If the DHD was buried it was still going to take time to dig it out. She looked up again, staring at the suns’ filtered rays.
“Teal’c, do you know if solar energy could charge a Stargate if it was exposed long enough?”
“I believe it cannot,” he said. “My knowledge, however, is limited. The Goa’uld were careful to do nothing that might encourage questions among the ranks of Jaffa.”
“And that included revealing the technology, because if you knew it was all explainable you wouldn’t believe in them anymore.”
“Much like Tau’ri children eventually learn there is no such thing as Santa Claus.”
“Yes,” Sam said with surprise. “How did you know about that?”
“I read extensively.”
She wished they had the same luxury with Teal’c’s culture. As it was they usually didn’t get information from him until any given Goa’uld issue was quite imminent. Sam didn’t know how her commanding officers managed to be okay with such a convenient, limited exchange of information. She didn’t expect Teal’c to sit down and write The Manual to All Things Goa’uld for them, but he could share a bit more openly. But that was neither here nor there.
“I suppose you have to have something do to while we’re not on missions.”
“Indeed.”
Teal’c parted various clumps of greenery, but it was as she suspected – the DHD was not there. Actually, if they had found it here, it would have been a bad, bad thing. The only way she could imagine it situated over here was if it had been disconnected somehow and moved, therefore rendered useless. She watched Teal’c for any adverse reactions to the plants, but he didn’t demonstrate any. Even with a symbiote helping him, he probably would have some type of initial reaction. She thought. Maybe.
“Skin contact does not appear harmful, Captain Carter.”
Nonplussed, Sam glanced at Teal’c. Her face must have given her trepidation away, because he’d sussed out her thoughts easily. He tipped his head at her. She reached out and swept her hand against a hanging vine. So far so good, no reaction, but there had better not be a delayed reaction. She’d had a bad run-in with poison oak as a kid and did not ever want a repeat of that experience. She peeked over at Teal’c with a smile.
“That’s good. At least we’ll have a natural resource for toilet paper if we’re here long enough to need it.”
“Indeed,” he said. “It is fortuitous.”
Sam swore she saw the beginnings of an answering smile.
She grinned back. It was warm back here, any breeze from the ocean or lake or sea or whatever not making it through the thick foliage. Deeming it safe enough and dispelling with her paranoia surrounding the plant life, Sam eased out of her jacket. She felt about ten degrees cooler instantly.
“I suppose we should go help Daniel and the colonel dig holes on the beach.”
“Would it not be a wise idea to further explore the topography of this world, Captain Carter? As O’Neill suggested, there may indeed be sentient life forms present.”
“Stands to reason, Teal’c.” Sam nodded to herself. She did not relish the thought of digging holes, and if they were here they might as well gain some intel. They could even find something of use here, and then their casting off here would have yet another bonus. “I mean, we were sent here, right? Someone else might have been.”
“I do not believe beings will come from the sea as O’Neill suggested. We should determine if there is more than fowl here, and also what level of threat any life form could be.”
See? Teal’c was very pragmatic and helpful. Sam hoped she could maintain a comfort level with him so that if he had suggestions he wouldn’t hesitate to give them without prompting. Something told her it wouldn’t be that easy. Easy was not a word she’d use to describe any facet of Teal’c that she had seen so far. From what she could tell, he was a warrior first, friend a very distant second and his barriers were solid.
“I think you’re right. We should probably let the others know, though.” She touched a hand to her radio, then dropped it. “After we’ve gone further inland.”
Teal’c gave her another almost-smile. She figured it would be harder for the colonel to say no if they were already doing reconnaissance. That was a handy trick she learned from Daniel, even if the instruction was unintentional on his part. She gave Teal’c point, getting her weapon at the ready.
They made it about one hundred, uneventful steps.
“Carter, Teal’c!”
The colonel hadn’t even used his radio, bellowing loudly instead. He didn’t sound angry. He sounded panicked. Sam moved without thinking, running back toward the beach. Teal’c started out behind her, but quickly sped past her.
“Carter!”
She sped up, heart racing from more than the exertion. She didn’t know why the colonel hadn’t used his radio and tried to tell herself it was because he assumed she and Teal’c were nearer than they were. Sam broke through the foliage only a second behind Teal’c and saw the colonel kneeling over Daniel, who was in a graceless sprawl and clearly unconscious.
“Sir, what happened?” she said as she slid to her knees next to the colonel. “Daniel?”
“I don’t know. I was facing the other direction. I asked him a question and when he didn’t answer, I turned around and there he was.”
It probably wasn’t a normal faint. Most people who pass out start regaining some sort of consciousness the moment they hit the ground. Daniel wasn’t moving at all, and his face was a terrible shade of gray. Sam lifted her MP-5 over her head, putting it aside and out of her way. She leaned close to Daniel in an attempt to gain more than a visual assessment. There were no obvious signs of injury. She started at the head, running her fingers along Daniel’s scalp.
“This doesn’t make any sense,” the colonel said, more to himself than to her, Sam thought. “I would have heard if something attacked him, right, and they wouldn’t have just singled him out.”
“No head trauma.” Sam frowned. “Sir, look at the bruises on his arms. They’re just forming.”
“Bruises on his arms wouldn’t make him pass out, Carter.”
“I know that, sir.” She was embarrassed about mentioning them, but so far it was the only physical ailment she had detected. She shook her head and continued her evaluation. There was nothing noticeable with Daniel’s neck, torso or legs. “Whatever this is, it’s not from an injury.”
“He’s sick?”
O’Neill scowled when she shrugged and put her hand on Daniel’s forehead. He was a little warm to the touch, but they were in a pretty warm climate now and not dressed for it. They all probably felt warm.
“Daniel Jackson did appear unwell.”
“Yeah, I noticed that,” Sam said, leaving her hand where it was. Daniel’s hair was damp. She brushed what stuck to his temples back absently. “He looked tired, unsteady on his feet.”
“So, what? He just fell asleep?”
The subject in question moaned and shifted under her touch. Daniel started moving his hands in a bare, haphazard rhythm. His fingers lifted up off the ground and went back down, up and down. Sam gave her attention to his face for indications he was waking up, but his eyes remained closed. His glasses were askew. She removed her hand from his forehead to ease the frames off his face. Even that didn’t rouse him into consciousness, though his hands raised higher and his legs moved.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t know, sir.” Her exasperation manifested itself in a snappish tone. He couldn’t really expect an answer. “We might not know until Daniel wakes up.”
“Whenever that’ll be,” the colonel said, sounding for all the world like he was angry.
Which was how Sam knew he was really worried.
~~*~~
It was strange. Daniel couldn’t recognize the noise he heard far off in the distance, but he knew what it was. That didn’t make sense. His head, his head. His head felt funny. Shup-pish. Shup-pish. Sharp sound tapering off into something softer, less defined, and it seemed to be getting louder. Closer? Something. He concentrated, trying to pinpoint the exact noise. Name that tune. He twitched his fingers. Sand. It occurred to him maybe he should be worried that he didn’t know where he was as much, if not more, than figuring out the cause of the odd sound.
“Sir, I think he’s waking up.”
Sam? Oh, good, Sam was here at least, and Jack. The shup-pishing stopped, replaced by phut-phutting. There was a regular old big band playing in his head, but there was no discernable song. The strange racket kind of made him sick to his stomach. Sick, sick. His skin felt hot. He had no idea why. Tiny pellets of sand sprinkled against his right hand and arm, and he noticed the phut-phut stopped.
“Daniel?”
Digging. He and Jack were supposed to be digging in the sand for the DHD. Shup-pish was a shovel or something. So Jack was digging and he was lying in the sand instead. That didn’t seem right.
“Hey, Daniel?”
Without digging, we’ll never find the DHD, Daniel said, or at least meant to. Jack didn’t comment, which wasn’t very like Jack at all, so Daniel wondered if he had actually spoken out loud. Small steps – open eyes first, talk later. He’d really rather not, he decided. His eyes were just fine in their closed state.
“Are you sure? He doesn’t look any different than the last five times you thought he was waking up.”
Five times. Wow, that seemed like a lot. If Jack abandoned digging each time … Daniel’s head swam. Because he was apparently unwell. He’d figured that out already. He thought he had, anyway. He really couldn’t recall.
“Hey … Daniel?”
Okay. He still didn’t want to, but Jack seemed insistent and Sam worried. He tried. His eyelids didn’t move, feeling stuck together with adhesive. The effort made his head go from feeling funny to hurting. He moaned in discomfort but was also pleased his voice box worked.
“Heard that,” Jack said.
Something cool brushed across his forehead, stronger than a breeze. He was so warm, he realized. He leaned into the coolness, but it didn’t last. Disappointment shot through him, along with a deeper flush of heat. He focused on opening his eyes again, succeeding enough to see a sliver of light and a peach blob above him.
“There he is. Daniel?”
That was about the twentieth time Jack had said his name, an occurrence which alone made him nervous. People didn’t repeat names often during the course of a conversation, although this couldn’t be said to be a conversation.
“Stay with us now, Daniel.”
Daniel opened his eyes wider, feeling better once doing so but not by much. The last thing he remembered he had been staring down at the sand and wondering how he could see the individual grains from a standing position. That and the terrible disturbance the bird-things were making up in the trees. It was all coming back to him … he hadn’t been standing. He had seen the individual grains of sand only after faceplanting into it.
“Okay,” Daniel said. This time he actually made sound, even if it wasn’t entirely understandable as speech. His mouth felt as though he had slept with a wad of cotton batting in it. “Okay.”
“Here, sip some water,” said the peach blob, which turned out to be Sam.
His eyes were almost as fuzzy as his mouth and, coupled with his slight correction or lack thereof, really impaired his vision. The proffered canteen tipped up. Water dribbled down his chin.
“Sorry,” Sam said.
The water felt good. He licked his lips. The small amount of moisture that had made it onto them helped a lot. Daniel cleared his throat and lifted his head to check out his surroundings. He managed to see he was under the shelter of a lean-to, and then the semi-cool thing on his forehead increased in pressure, pushing him back down to the ground. He protested with a grunt. He felt much better already, only a few minutes after waking up.
“You should take it easy.” It was cloth – a bandana – on his head. Sam took it away for a moment, returning it wet and cool again. “You’ve been out of it for five hours, Daniel.”
“I’m fine … I think.”
“You’ve been feverish and unconscious for…”
“Five hours,” Daniel said. He coughed. Could use more water. “I heard that. I’m feeling much better.”
“Better than when? You’ve been senseless for…”
“Five hours.” This was getting old. The clearer his head became, the more annoying the circular conversation got. “Better than when I first woke up.”
“Two minutes ago.”
“Yes. What, uhm, what happened?”
Sam leaned closer, looking into his eyes. She seemed puzzled. Her hand went to his hair, fingers running through it as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. To his recollection, she had never done that with him. Unless, of course, that was how she had spent the past several hours.
“We were hoping you could tell us.”
“You passed out,” Jack said, poking his head next to Sam’s. Light colored dust covered Jack’s face, settling most thickly on his nose. “When did you start feeling sick?”
Daniel moved his head, evading Sam’s touch. She pulled away like she just realized what she was doing. If he thought about it, it was a little worrisome that he couldn’t remember feeling poorly. Or the beginning of feeling poorly, he corrected. While he might sense a slight improvement, he had to admit he felt pretty crappy.
“I don’t know that I did, exactly.”
“How do you feel now?”
It wouldn’t pay to downplay, he could tell that just by the expressions Jack and Sam wore. Daniel took a mental tally, and found he wasn’t quite sure how to answer the question.
“Strange,” he said.
“Strange how?” Jack swiped at his forehead, smearing the dust off. “Daniel, you have to help us out here.”
“Achy. Uhm…” He blinked and wanted to keep his eyes shut. So he did. “Tired. My skin hurts.”
“So, you passed out because you have the flu?”
“Sir.”
“Well, it sounds like he has the flu.”
Shup-pish. Shup-pish. The sound was back. Daniel might have been wrong in thinking it was the sound of shoveling. Maybe it was just his head, which ached more acutely again. Feeling better was apparently temporary or some sort of illusion or both of those options.
“Sir, the flu doesn’t knock a person off his feet so quickly. It takes days.”
“I was just sayin’.”
“Ahm,” Daniel said to stop their tangential conversation. They stopped the inanity, but then he couldn’t remember what it was he was going to say. “Ahm.”
“Daniel?”
“Mmm?”
“Daniel,” Sam said, “You have to try to stay awake.” Rustling cloth, softly crunching sand close to him. Sam sounded like she was talking through a tube. “This is not the flu, sir. Damnit.”
“What?”
“I think his temperature is rising again.”
Hot. Fever? That explained a lot but nothing. Daniel felt terrible. Worse than terrible, though he wasn’t sure what to call that. Confused. Fuzzy. He tried to talk but just ended up sounding like a bagpipe in the hands of an amateur, at least to himself.
“If we don’t start getting fluids in him…”
“I know, Carter,” Jack said, and unlike Sam’s, his voice was clear in Daniel’s ears despite the words being spoken very softly.
Daniel noticed for the first time that there was pressure on his right forearm. It felt like a hand. He somehow knew it was Jack’s hand. Oh, this was bad, then.
“I know he doesn’t have the flu and I know he needs to keep hydrated.”
Jack was concerned, and Daniel felt bad about that. He was okay, just tired. He opened his eyes again. The fever explained why his head was off. He always got a little thick when sick. Lyrical, too, apparently. Thick when sick, thick when sick. It was his new mantra. He rhymed.
“I’m awake. I can hear you,” Daniel said. “Thick when sick.”
Jack and Sam’s faces appeared above him, simultaneous and sudden. The expressions they bore were comical to him, in a somewhat inappropriate way. They looked so stunned he had to laugh. Thick when sick. Something wasn’t right.
“Hey, where’s Teal’c?” he said.
“What does thick when sick mean?” Sam frowned at him.
Daniel heard a maraca shaking out a terrible rhythm. The shup-pishing continued in the distance, and Daniel was reminded of a band again. Mariachi this time.
“Here, take these. They’ll help keep your fever in check.”
The maraca stopped with one final, big shake. Sam slipped something onto his lips. Pills. They were bitter and he didn’t want to take them into his mouth, but he figured Sam knew what she was talking about. Daniel opened up and the bitterness increased as the tablets dissolved until the canteen was tipped to his lips and he swallowed the tablets down. The water felt cool against his throat.
“Head thick.” His arm was floppy as he lifted it and waggled his hand by his head once. His arm fell back down to the ground at an awkward angle. “It’s hard to, ah, hard to think.”
“I’m sorry, Daniel, but I have to ask this. Do you remember touching anything here? Or did you smell something, maybe?”
“Nothing.” He hadn’t even stopped to smell the flowers. Not that he could, because he hadn’t seen any. Not that he would because flowers usually made him sneeze and he didn’t make it a habit to do things that would make him miserable. Shup-pish. Teal’c. Shup-pish. Teal’c was still digging, that’s where he was. “Found the DHD?”
“Yeah. So you didn’t touch anything?” Jack didn’t look like he believed him. C’est la vie. “Nothing at all.”
“Right.” Daniel closed his eyes. They felt hot inside his skull, like they were melting into thick jelly. Thick when sick. “Good.”
“Not that good. Sir, I think we’re losing him again.”
Sam shouldn’t talk with a hand over her mouth. He was pretty sure he was tired. Exhausted. Couldn’t possibly get enough sleep. Daniel didn’t know that his head felt thick so much as it was floaty. He was getting dizzy and he just wanted it to stop.
“Teal’c, tell me you’ve got that thing uncov…”
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Yay for old-fashioned Daniel whump fic!
I'm going to friend you, seeing as I like both Stargate and SPN fic.
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(My SG-1 Muse hasn't been cooperative for a long while, just to warn you.)
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WHEEEEEEEEE!
:D
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