Taking Leave, by Niamaea (PG)
Aug. 2nd, 2007 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recRec Category: Sam and Daniel friendship
Pairing: none
Categories: Sam and Daniel friendship, Teal’c and Daniel friendship, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Teal’c, gen, futurefic, character study
Warnings: reference to character death
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niamaea
Author's Website: unknown
Link: Taking Leave
Why This Must Be Read: Niamaea wrote this charming story for ![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
sg1_ever_after. It gives us Sam and Daniel, sometime in the not-so-distant future, facing the prospect of a decommissioned SG-1 and Daniel’s compulsary retirement from going off-world. They know that within the next few years, the SGC will be going public and their lives will turn upside-down all over again; but what will they do until then?
He cleared his throat, came back to himself and shrugged. “So no. Landry retiring SG-1…I’m okay with that. I know maybe it’s different for you…”
“I’m not okay with it.” Sam said. And then she said, “But the rest…I can understand.” She hesitated, toyed with the edges of her napkin. “I don’t want to go into the field with another team.”
“Teal’c and I hoped you wouldn’t,” Daniel said, carefully. He smiled a little when she raised her eyebrows at him, apologetic. “It’s not that we don’t trust you, or Mitchell, just…you know.”
“I know.” Those few weeks of missions before she’d returned from Nevada, Daniel off – kind of – in another galaxy with the lunatic who hijacked the Prometheus and poor Cam, so not prepared, and Vala dragging them all over the galaxy – they’d been less than pleasant. “I guess Teal’c is going back to politics.”
Daniel shrugged, noncommittal. “Sort of. What will you do?”
“I’ll go back to R&D, I guess, why?” Sam asked, her vague suspicion sharpening when he didn’t immediately answer. “What are you going to do, Daniel? I can’t picture you sitting at a desk for long, not anymore.”
“Ah. No. Actually, I’m taking a leave.”
“For how long?”
“Indefinitely,” Daniel said. He stirred his soup idly, drawing patterns in the liquid with his spoon. “I’m resigning. Temporarily.”
“You can’t ‘temporarily’ resign.”
“Why not? Jack’s does it all the time.”
“I’m not okay with it.” Sam said. And then she said, “But the rest…I can understand.” She hesitated, toyed with the edges of her napkin. “I don’t want to go into the field with another team.”
“Teal’c and I hoped you wouldn’t,” Daniel said, carefully. He smiled a little when she raised her eyebrows at him, apologetic. “It’s not that we don’t trust you, or Mitchell, just…you know.”
“I know.” Those few weeks of missions before she’d returned from Nevada, Daniel off – kind of – in another galaxy with the lunatic who hijacked the Prometheus and poor Cam, so not prepared, and Vala dragging them all over the galaxy – they’d been less than pleasant. “I guess Teal’c is going back to politics.”
Daniel shrugged, noncommittal. “Sort of. What will you do?”
“I’ll go back to R&D, I guess, why?” Sam asked, her vague suspicion sharpening when he didn’t immediately answer. “What are you going to do, Daniel? I can’t picture you sitting at a desk for long, not anymore.”
“Ah. No. Actually, I’m taking a leave.”
“For how long?”
“Indefinitely,” Daniel said. He stirred his soup idly, drawing patterns in the liquid with his spoon. “I’m resigning. Temporarily.”
“You can’t ‘temporarily’ resign.”
“Why not? Jack’s does it all the time.”
