SG-1 Gen Fic: For Every Action 10/10
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superbadgirlTitle: For Every Action
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Category: H/C with a Daniel slant, Team
Season/Spoiler: Very early S2
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,247 this chapter, 44,900 total
Summary: One little touch changes worlds.
A/N: This is it. I'm all done. Thank you so much to the handful of you who stuck around to read! :)
His office was a disaster area. If he had his way, he’d get the president to declare it a state of emergency and call the National Guard. Or Hammond, and not the National Guard but maybe a stray colonel or captain or Jaffa. Daniel walked slowly around the clutter, appreciating even the dust that tickled his nose and prompted a painful, full-body sneeze. He didn’t even mind the twinge in his back, which wasn’t insubstantial.
He never expected to walk the halls of the SGC again.
Confined to on-world activities for the time being, Daniel was going to take the opportunity to arrange his office the way it suited him. More personalization and function than it currently had. He’d always thought of his role at the SGC as a temporary one, and he still did. But somehow now he also wanted to be at home here as well. Perhaps he might even convince Sha’re to join him on Earth when he got her back. He leaned to pick up a book, back protesting before he’d gotten anywhere near it.
The doctors warned him it would take time for him to manage even light lifting. He’d hoped they were exaggerating, but daily evidence and painful twitches told him they hadn’t been. He’d have months of physical therapy to undergo, which didn’t bother him too terribly much. It seemed a fair trade for the use of his legs. He liked Maggie, and now that the exercises weren’t ones of futility, he even enjoyed the therapy sessions. Every day now was a reminder of how lucky he was, even the reminders of recent major surgery. It was amazing how perspectives could change so quickly. A knock at the door alerted him to company.
“Hey, you getting all settled?” Sam asked, carrying a small potted plant. She held it up. “You said you were going to spruce things up, so I thought I’d give you a start.”
“Thanks, Sam. You can put that…” Daniel glanced around the chaos. “…anywhere you can find a free surface space.”
He’d kill that plant within a week. It was the thought that counted, though. For a while, he thought he’d lost his friendship with Sam, and the tenuous relationship he had with Teal’c. Hell, actually the loss of his legs had come dangerously close to being the loss of much more than that. In a way, he had much to be thankful for all because of the recent scare.
His thoughts often returned to the man on P9C-742, wondering if he would ever know what had become of them. Daniel wanted to know if he’d somehow taken the burden of the tumor from the Wiutehians man as he suspected. He took small comfort in knowing Doctor Fraiser had acknowledged the possibility the tumor hadn’t been Earth-based; nothing she had ever encountered had such a rapid growth rate. He shuddered.
“So, you ready for a break from this?” Sam asked. “I could really use some company for lunch.”
“Sure, that sounds good.”
They hadn’t made it ten steps from his office when the corridor was filled with a loud, booming voice over the PA system, “Captain Carter, to the control room. Captain Carter, to the control room.”
“Oh,” she said. “Do you mind if we sidetrack for a bit?”
Daniel smiled his consent, sweeping an arm toward the elevator. A bit would probably turn out to be hours, as was often the case. He didn’t mind. He probably couldn’t be of any help up there, but it’d be nice to be close to the action again for a little while. Until Sam got too wrapped up in whatever she was being paged for, and then he could slip out and get back to reclaiming his life.
Stairs still gave him problems, so while Sam bolted up them Daniel clutched onto the handrail and took his time. By the time he got to the control room, he was sweating. He hoped it wasn’t too obvious – he didn’t want anyone to think he wasn’t ready to be back. He’d worked too hard. To his surprise, Jack and Teal’c stood behind Sam as she clacked on a keyboard.
“We dialed it again this morning as you requested,” the gate technician was saying, “And it looks like we lucked out.”
Everyone in the room seemed to know what was going on, leaving Daniel feeling like a sixth … seventh wheel as General Hammond joined them.
“What’s going on?”
“I know you said you wouldn’t change anything and now the point is moot, but I’ve had the techs periodically dial P9C-742 just to see if we’d ever get through again. I couldn’t get the slums out of my mind. I thought if we could get back there, we could help them somehow,” Sam said hurriedly, looking back at Daniel with a sad smile. “It’s been inaccessible for months.”
“Oh,” Daniel said stupidly. “Okay.”
“Preparing the MALP,” the gate tech said.
“Send it through,” General Hammond ordered. “I’d like to see if we can’t reopen ‘relations’ with those people myself.”
Jack and Teal’c both moved to either side of Daniel, as if he needed protection. He didn’t, but he didn’t mind their sentry. Some days it felt like he got nearly everything he wanted, giving him hope that other, bigger things would also work out. He leaned on the back of Sam’s chair, waiting nervously. A hand was on his shoulder.
“You okay?” Jack said too softly for anyone but him to hear.
“I’m good,” Daniel replied. “I think.”
The room went silent as the MALP crossed the event horizon. It took a minute to get the camera up and running, but when it did … oh, crap. Someone whistled.
“Are you sure you dialed the right place?” Jack asked.
“It’s definitely P9C-742, sir.”
“Wow.”
The room which housed the Stargate had changed drastically. The grandeur and spotlessness were replaced with partial decay, as if they had suffered some kind of natural disaster. Or war. There were no people bustling about the area, another stark contrast; Daniel remembered had been busy on their first visit.
“What do you suppose happened?” General Hammond.
“My guess? They got what was coming to them,” Jack said, wholly unsympathetic.
Daniel cringed. He hadn’t liked the classism they’d found on Wiutehia, but he didn’t wish Bajiar or his people destruction. He let go of the chair, stepping back only to find his left leg betrayed him, giving out slightly. Teal’c caught hold of him, buttressing him up.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’m okay.”
Teal’c gave him a nod, turning back to the screen.
There were people in the shot, Daniel saw. He didn’t recognize any of … wait.
“Sam, pan back.”
Standing in the middle of the room, on his own two feet, was the man who’d grabbed him. Daniel was certain of it. Judging from the reactions of his friends, he wasn’t alone in the assessment.
“That’s the guy,” Jack said. “He’s looking better.”
Daniel watched the man approach the camera warily. One little touch, he thought, could one little touch have made such a huge change?
“It appears as though your theory was correct, Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c said, and Daniel thought he detected some amount of awe in his voice.
“I’m not sure old Newton had it right. There’s nothing equal about this.” Jack squeezed him on the shoulder. “I think one little touch started a revolution, Danny. What do you say we go find out?”
Author:
superbadgirlCategory: H/C with a Daniel slant, Team
Season/Spoiler: Very early S2
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,247 this chapter, 44,900 total
Summary: One little touch changes worlds.
A/N: This is it. I'm all done. Thank you so much to the handful of you who stuck around to read! :)
His office was a disaster area. If he had his way, he’d get the president to declare it a state of emergency and call the National Guard. Or Hammond, and not the National Guard but maybe a stray colonel or captain or Jaffa. Daniel walked slowly around the clutter, appreciating even the dust that tickled his nose and prompted a painful, full-body sneeze. He didn’t even mind the twinge in his back, which wasn’t insubstantial.
He never expected to walk the halls of the SGC again.
Confined to on-world activities for the time being, Daniel was going to take the opportunity to arrange his office the way it suited him. More personalization and function than it currently had. He’d always thought of his role at the SGC as a temporary one, and he still did. But somehow now he also wanted to be at home here as well. Perhaps he might even convince Sha’re to join him on Earth when he got her back. He leaned to pick up a book, back protesting before he’d gotten anywhere near it.
The doctors warned him it would take time for him to manage even light lifting. He’d hoped they were exaggerating, but daily evidence and painful twitches told him they hadn’t been. He’d have months of physical therapy to undergo, which didn’t bother him too terribly much. It seemed a fair trade for the use of his legs. He liked Maggie, and now that the exercises weren’t ones of futility, he even enjoyed the therapy sessions. Every day now was a reminder of how lucky he was, even the reminders of recent major surgery. It was amazing how perspectives could change so quickly. A knock at the door alerted him to company.
“Hey, you getting all settled?” Sam asked, carrying a small potted plant. She held it up. “You said you were going to spruce things up, so I thought I’d give you a start.”
“Thanks, Sam. You can put that…” Daniel glanced around the chaos. “…anywhere you can find a free surface space.”
He’d kill that plant within a week. It was the thought that counted, though. For a while, he thought he’d lost his friendship with Sam, and the tenuous relationship he had with Teal’c. Hell, actually the loss of his legs had come dangerously close to being the loss of much more than that. In a way, he had much to be thankful for all because of the recent scare.
His thoughts often returned to the man on P9C-742, wondering if he would ever know what had become of them. Daniel wanted to know if he’d somehow taken the burden of the tumor from the Wiutehians man as he suspected. He took small comfort in knowing Doctor Fraiser had acknowledged the possibility the tumor hadn’t been Earth-based; nothing she had ever encountered had such a rapid growth rate. He shuddered.
“So, you ready for a break from this?” Sam asked. “I could really use some company for lunch.”
“Sure, that sounds good.”
They hadn’t made it ten steps from his office when the corridor was filled with a loud, booming voice over the PA system, “Captain Carter, to the control room. Captain Carter, to the control room.”
“Oh,” she said. “Do you mind if we sidetrack for a bit?”
Daniel smiled his consent, sweeping an arm toward the elevator. A bit would probably turn out to be hours, as was often the case. He didn’t mind. He probably couldn’t be of any help up there, but it’d be nice to be close to the action again for a little while. Until Sam got too wrapped up in whatever she was being paged for, and then he could slip out and get back to reclaiming his life.
Stairs still gave him problems, so while Sam bolted up them Daniel clutched onto the handrail and took his time. By the time he got to the control room, he was sweating. He hoped it wasn’t too obvious – he didn’t want anyone to think he wasn’t ready to be back. He’d worked too hard. To his surprise, Jack and Teal’c stood behind Sam as she clacked on a keyboard.
“We dialed it again this morning as you requested,” the gate technician was saying, “And it looks like we lucked out.”
Everyone in the room seemed to know what was going on, leaving Daniel feeling like a sixth … seventh wheel as General Hammond joined them.
“What’s going on?”
“I know you said you wouldn’t change anything and now the point is moot, but I’ve had the techs periodically dial P9C-742 just to see if we’d ever get through again. I couldn’t get the slums out of my mind. I thought if we could get back there, we could help them somehow,” Sam said hurriedly, looking back at Daniel with a sad smile. “It’s been inaccessible for months.”
“Oh,” Daniel said stupidly. “Okay.”
“Preparing the MALP,” the gate tech said.
“Send it through,” General Hammond ordered. “I’d like to see if we can’t reopen ‘relations’ with those people myself.”
Jack and Teal’c both moved to either side of Daniel, as if he needed protection. He didn’t, but he didn’t mind their sentry. Some days it felt like he got nearly everything he wanted, giving him hope that other, bigger things would also work out. He leaned on the back of Sam’s chair, waiting nervously. A hand was on his shoulder.
“You okay?” Jack said too softly for anyone but him to hear.
“I’m good,” Daniel replied. “I think.”
The room went silent as the MALP crossed the event horizon. It took a minute to get the camera up and running, but when it did … oh, crap. Someone whistled.
“Are you sure you dialed the right place?” Jack asked.
“It’s definitely P9C-742, sir.”
“Wow.”
The room which housed the Stargate had changed drastically. The grandeur and spotlessness were replaced with partial decay, as if they had suffered some kind of natural disaster. Or war. There were no people bustling about the area, another stark contrast; Daniel remembered had been busy on their first visit.
“What do you suppose happened?” General Hammond.
“My guess? They got what was coming to them,” Jack said, wholly unsympathetic.
Daniel cringed. He hadn’t liked the classism they’d found on Wiutehia, but he didn’t wish Bajiar or his people destruction. He let go of the chair, stepping back only to find his left leg betrayed him, giving out slightly. Teal’c caught hold of him, buttressing him up.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’m okay.”
Teal’c gave him a nod, turning back to the screen.
There were people in the shot, Daniel saw. He didn’t recognize any of … wait.
“Sam, pan back.”
Standing in the middle of the room, on his own two feet, was the man who’d grabbed him. Daniel was certain of it. Judging from the reactions of his friends, he wasn’t alone in the assessment.
“That’s the guy,” Jack said. “He’s looking better.”
Daniel watched the man approach the camera warily. One little touch, he thought, could one little touch have made such a huge change?
“It appears as though your theory was correct, Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c said, and Daniel thought he detected some amount of awe in his voice.
“I’m not sure old Newton had it right. There’s nothing equal about this.” Jack squeezed him on the shoulder. “I think one little touch started a revolution, Danny. What do you say we go find out?”
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Date: 2008-12-12 04:33 pm (UTC)I enjoyed this very much. The voices sound spot-on, and it's wonderful to see how the team cares for each other. Big thanks for
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Date: 2008-12-16 06:46 am (UTC)Despite this, I really enjoyed this story (that's high praise). The characterizations were awesome - I love early team fic - and I liked the mystery of what had happened to Daniel, what the birds were about, etc.
Also, I haven't read or thought about SG1 in a really long time, and this brought it all right back in a big way, which I was not expecting. Kudos to you! :)
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Date: 2008-12-16 04:45 pm (UTC)Long story short (too late!), thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. It helped recapture my love for the early seasons myself, which too often is tainted by what we got in later years. *sigh*
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Date: 2009-01-01 01:26 am (UTC)I wonder what those birds will do with Jack's gun...?
Thanks for a lovely morning's read.
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Date: 2009-01-01 05:35 pm (UTC)Oh, I'd never thought about Jack's gun with the birds. Eep.
Thanks again. :)
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Date: 2009-01-04 11:29 am (UTC);-)
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