Getting to Know You, by Jb (PG)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Outsider POV
Categories: Bill Lee, Daniel, drama, angst, hurt/comfort, team, friendship, Janet
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:sg1jb
Author's Website: Jb at AO3
Link: Getting to Know You
Why This Must Be Read: This fantastic exploration of the Bill Lee's first encounter with SG-1 - and, particularly, Daniel - is not only a gripping story, but also a wonderful outsider POV of team friendship. I love the way Bill tries to understand the dynamics of Sam and Jack and Daniel's interactions with one another, and how so much goes over his head even as the reader comprehends SG-1's unique closeness. Add typical Jb drama and tension, and you've got a long, engrossing story of SG-1 at its best.
"No way." The cracked whisper diluted the certainty in his voice, but it was clear to Bill that Daniel utterly rejected Major Carter's suggestion. "From start to finish, we simply followed directions, Sam. We didn't accidentally reprogram anything."
"Unwittingly is probably a better word than accidentally," Major Carter insisted. "It's definitely a possibility we need to explore." Bill wasn't sure that was true, given the application of Occam's Razor to scientific principles, but kept the thought to himself.
"Explore it, how? Lex parsimoniae, Sam," Daniel promptly expressed it for him. "Where do you even begin? That theory is untestable."
Bill winced at the annoyed tone as she shot back, "Oh, and like yours is?"
"No, of course it isn't," Daniel readily admitted. "Which is why I like it so much."
To Bill's surprise, Major Carter suddenly smiled so widely, so brilliantly, that the air of contention around the bed burst, popping out of existence. "You are such a jerk," she said, lightly pushing at Daniel's shoulder. The fondness in her voice, so at odds with the disagreement Bill had heard not seconds ago, was enlightening: a push and pull of equals, with unfailing respect.
"Yeah. So?" The reply would have been undeniably smug, if Daniel weren't so obviously ill and tired.
Bill watched him sag back against the pillows and close his eyes, and watched Major Carter stroke his arm and adjust the covers. Then she tugged at Bill's sleeve and they both moved away, back to his dim, cluttered little corner. His home away from home: a gurney pressed up against the wall, hemmed in by lab equipment. And by the Troll.
Categories: Bill Lee, Daniel, drama, angst, hurt/comfort, team, friendship, Janet
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
sg1jbAuthor's Website: Jb at AO3
Link: Getting to Know You
Why This Must Be Read: This fantastic exploration of the Bill Lee's first encounter with SG-1 - and, particularly, Daniel - is not only a gripping story, but also a wonderful outsider POV of team friendship. I love the way Bill tries to understand the dynamics of Sam and Jack and Daniel's interactions with one another, and how so much goes over his head even as the reader comprehends SG-1's unique closeness. Add typical Jb drama and tension, and you've got a long, engrossing story of SG-1 at its best.
"No way." The cracked whisper diluted the certainty in his voice, but it was clear to Bill that Daniel utterly rejected Major Carter's suggestion. "From start to finish, we simply followed directions, Sam. We didn't accidentally reprogram anything."
"Unwittingly is probably a better word than accidentally," Major Carter insisted. "It's definitely a possibility we need to explore." Bill wasn't sure that was true, given the application of Occam's Razor to scientific principles, but kept the thought to himself.
"Explore it, how? Lex parsimoniae, Sam," Daniel promptly expressed it for him. "Where do you even begin? That theory is untestable."
Bill winced at the annoyed tone as she shot back, "Oh, and like yours is?"
"No, of course it isn't," Daniel readily admitted. "Which is why I like it so much."
To Bill's surprise, Major Carter suddenly smiled so widely, so brilliantly, that the air of contention around the bed burst, popping out of existence. "You are such a jerk," she said, lightly pushing at Daniel's shoulder. The fondness in her voice, so at odds with the disagreement Bill had heard not seconds ago, was enlightening: a push and pull of equals, with unfailing respect.
"Yeah. So?" The reply would have been undeniably smug, if Daniel weren't so obviously ill and tired.
Bill watched him sag back against the pillows and close his eyes, and watched Major Carter stroke his arm and adjust the covers. Then she tugged at Bill's sleeve and they both moved away, back to his dim, cluttered little corner. His home away from home: a gurney pressed up against the wall, hemmed in by lab equipment. And by the Troll.
