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figs_sg1_rec) wrote2009-07-14 05:44 pm
figs_sg1_rec) wrote2009-07-14 05:44 pm
Dances With Knives, by SG_Betty (PG-13)
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson
Pairing: none
Categories: Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Cameron Mitchell, original character, gen, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:sg_betty
Author's Website: Fiction Index
Link: Dances With Knives
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is a celebration of what makes Daniel Jackson so special. Because even after all he's endured, after the Goa'uld and the Replicators and the Ori and everything, Daniel can still joyously embrace the exploration and discoveries of new cultures and worlds. This is a Daniel who is unbeaten, unbowed, and triumphantly, delightfully himself.
Complete with lovely world-building and extra teamy goodness, Dances With Knives is sure to leave you smiling... just like Daniel.
They went up the overgrown path they’d seen Daniel and Manuia take, eventually arriving at a small hut. Sam was about to knock on the door when she heard a burst of laughter from behind the building--Daniel, not Manuia. Cam grinned. “I find myself mighty curious about what Jackson finds that amusing.” He headed around the side of the hut, stopping so abruptly that Sam almost ran into his back. She stepped around him, and then held just as still, hardly daring to breathe.
Daniel was throwing knives. Not just throwing them, but moving in simple dance steps at the same time. He and Manuia spun and circled around each other, sometimes juggling four knives between them, sometimes catching their own tosses. He was nowhere near as graceful as Manuia, but he wasn’t dead and he still had all his fingers.
Pairing: none
Categories: Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Cameron Mitchell, original character, gen, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
sg_bettyAuthor's Website: Fiction Index
Link: Dances With Knives
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is a celebration of what makes Daniel Jackson so special. Because even after all he's endured, after the Goa'uld and the Replicators and the Ori and everything, Daniel can still joyously embrace the exploration and discoveries of new cultures and worlds. This is a Daniel who is unbeaten, unbowed, and triumphantly, delightfully himself.
Complete with lovely world-building and extra teamy goodness, Dances With Knives is sure to leave you smiling... just like Daniel.
They went up the overgrown path they’d seen Daniel and Manuia take, eventually arriving at a small hut. Sam was about to knock on the door when she heard a burst of laughter from behind the building--Daniel, not Manuia. Cam grinned. “I find myself mighty curious about what Jackson finds that amusing.” He headed around the side of the hut, stopping so abruptly that Sam almost ran into his back. She stepped around him, and then held just as still, hardly daring to breathe.
Daniel was throwing knives. Not just throwing them, but moving in simple dance steps at the same time. He and Manuia spun and circled around each other, sometimes juggling four knives between them, sometimes catching their own tosses. He was nowhere near as graceful as Manuia, but he wasn’t dead and he still had all his fingers.