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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Daniel Jackson
Categories: Daniel, episode related, drama, angst, friendship, team
Warnings: spoilers for Continuum, including canon character deaths
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: Travelling One's Stargate Stories
Link: It Came to Pass
Why This Must Be Read: Travelling One not only gives us the events we saw onscreen in Continuum from Daniel's POV, but also the aftermath, when the timeline has been reset and residue still lingers. Plenty of TO's trademark teamy goodness and friendship, some nice filling-in of the blanks, and a sober consideration of not only what-might-have-beens, but what-actually-was -- it all adds up to an excellent read.
When Daniel opened his eyes he was again shivering in the warmth, and he was on his back, facing a bright ceiling. Not a Goa'uld ship, from what he remembered. Lying in a bed covered with blankets, a pillow under his head. He would have been warm, if he wasn't freezing. Something inside him was tingling, burning; no, all of him was tingling, itchy, painful. There was a stabbing pain in his lower limbs, and as he tried to focus the voice sounded again.
“We've given you antibiotics and pain medication. When that leg thaws, it's going to be hard to live with.”
Daniel nodded, his eyes closing once more. Whatever was going on, he could wait until morning to understand it. One thing, though, couldn't wait 'til morning, and if these guys were pleasant Jaffa - like Teal'c - he had to take the chance.
“My friends,” he mumbled through his haze. “Help them.”
A short silence preceded the question. “There were others out there with you?”
Daniel nodded slightly.
“We didn't see anyone else.”
“Walked. Looking. Looking… for help.”
“Colonel Mitchell. Is that you?”
Daniel shook his head, eyes remaining shut.
“Your companion?”
Daniel nodded, wanting to tell them Mitchell was real, not a figment of his imagination. Real, here, in the arctic, not dead. Not dead. Sam, not dead.
“Alright. Get some rest. We'll keep an eye out.”
Categories: Daniel, episode related, drama, angst, friendship, team
Warnings: spoilers for Continuum, including canon character deaths
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: Travelling One's Stargate Stories
Link: It Came to Pass
Why This Must Be Read: Travelling One not only gives us the events we saw onscreen in Continuum from Daniel's POV, but also the aftermath, when the timeline has been reset and residue still lingers. Plenty of TO's trademark teamy goodness and friendship, some nice filling-in of the blanks, and a sober consideration of not only what-might-have-beens, but what-actually-was -- it all adds up to an excellent read.
When Daniel opened his eyes he was again shivering in the warmth, and he was on his back, facing a bright ceiling. Not a Goa'uld ship, from what he remembered. Lying in a bed covered with blankets, a pillow under his head. He would have been warm, if he wasn't freezing. Something inside him was tingling, burning; no, all of him was tingling, itchy, painful. There was a stabbing pain in his lower limbs, and as he tried to focus the voice sounded again.
“We've given you antibiotics and pain medication. When that leg thaws, it's going to be hard to live with.”
Daniel nodded, his eyes closing once more. Whatever was going on, he could wait until morning to understand it. One thing, though, couldn't wait 'til morning, and if these guys were pleasant Jaffa - like Teal'c - he had to take the chance.
“My friends,” he mumbled through his haze. “Help them.”
A short silence preceded the question. “There were others out there with you?”
Daniel nodded slightly.
“We didn't see anyone else.”
“Walked. Looking. Looking… for help.”
“Colonel Mitchell. Is that you?”
Daniel shook his head, eyes remaining shut.
“Your companion?”
Daniel nodded, wanting to tell them Mitchell was real, not a figment of his imagination. Real, here, in the arctic, not dead. Not dead. Sam, not dead.
“Alright. Get some rest. We'll keep an eye out.”
