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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Daniel Jackson
Categories: drama, original characters, angst
Warnings: violence, references to dark themes
Author on LJ:sixbeforelunch
Author's Website: SG-1 fic tag
Link: Beneath the Rule of Men
Why This Must Be Read: Told wholly from an outsider POV, here is a superbly powerful demonstration of the most deadly weapon that Daniel can ever wield: his voice.
Mix some gallows humor with darker history and throw Daniel into the mix. You just know a world can't help but change!
Read this for the perspective, the sheer Danielness, and the fully realized original characters and culture. And let Six know how much you loved her first Stargate fic in over three years. :)
Teris started pacing again. Had Yaik lied to save his skin? Was this Daniel Jackson worth nothing? Perhaps. But Yaik had bet his life on this man and Yaik was a coward. There must be something...
"You are a great swordsman? A master forger of weapons?"
"Forger, no. And I've never been one for swords. I do okay with a P90."
"This is a powerful weapon?"
"Oh yes."
"And you are an expert in its use?"
"Technically, based on my last marksmanship ratings, no. Almost, but not quite expert."
Teris ran his fingers through his hair. "Are you a healer? A sorcerer? You have powers?"
"Not...at the moment."
Teris slammed his fists into the bars of the cell. "What is it you do for your people?"
"I, uh, I talk a lot?"
Categories: drama, original characters, angst
Warnings: violence, references to dark themes
Author on LJ:
sixbeforelunchAuthor's Website: SG-1 fic tag
Link: Beneath the Rule of Men
Why This Must Be Read: Told wholly from an outsider POV, here is a superbly powerful demonstration of the most deadly weapon that Daniel can ever wield: his voice.
Mix some gallows humor with darker history and throw Daniel into the mix. You just know a world can't help but change!
Read this for the perspective, the sheer Danielness, and the fully realized original characters and culture. And let Six know how much you loved her first Stargate fic in over three years. :)
Teris started pacing again. Had Yaik lied to save his skin? Was this Daniel Jackson worth nothing? Perhaps. But Yaik had bet his life on this man and Yaik was a coward. There must be something...
"You are a great swordsman? A master forger of weapons?"
"Forger, no. And I've never been one for swords. I do okay with a P90."
"This is a powerful weapon?"
"Oh yes."
"And you are an expert in its use?"
"Technically, based on my last marksmanship ratings, no. Almost, but not quite expert."
Teris ran his fingers through his hair. "Are you a healer? A sorcerer? You have powers?"
"Not...at the moment."
Teris slammed his fists into the bars of the cell. "What is it you do for your people?"
"I, uh, I talk a lot?"
