Z is for Zenith, by Magistrate (G)
Nov. 2nd, 2017 07:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recRec Category: Daniel Jackson
Categories: team, Jack and Daniel friendship, character study
Warnings: none
Author's Journal:magibrain
Author's Website: magistrate at AO3
Link: Z is for Zenith
Why This Must Be Read: This is a beautiful snapshot of Daniel in early S7: doing his thing on a very alien planet while still not quite sure of his place in the universe, on the team, with Jack. But his team - his friends - will back him up, just the same.
This reads like the first part of a bigger story not yet written, but is wholly satisfying on its own, too.
Somewhere in the darkness of an imperfect and incomplete recall was an understanding of this universe – his understanding; the sum of the things that he'd seen and he'd learned, and all the memories of all the different worlds he'd set foot upon. Every day a bit more of it rose to his conscious grasp, but it didn't come complete, and it didn't come easy.
Instead, he still had bits and pieces scattered here and there, like a broken mosaic. Half of a mission here on the dais and the rest of the mission kicked outside, an argument from that mission picked up and thrown against a wall, the departure for and homecoming from it packaged up in some looter's bag and carried away to parts unknown. He wanted a coherent picture, and it didn't seem like he was going to get it.
Categories: team, Jack and Daniel friendship, character study
Warnings: none
Author's Journal:
magibrainAuthor's Website: magistrate at AO3
Link: Z is for Zenith
Why This Must Be Read: This is a beautiful snapshot of Daniel in early S7: doing his thing on a very alien planet while still not quite sure of his place in the universe, on the team, with Jack. But his team - his friends - will back him up, just the same.
This reads like the first part of a bigger story not yet written, but is wholly satisfying on its own, too.
Somewhere in the darkness of an imperfect and incomplete recall was an understanding of this universe – his understanding; the sum of the things that he'd seen and he'd learned, and all the memories of all the different worlds he'd set foot upon. Every day a bit more of it rose to his conscious grasp, but it didn't come complete, and it didn't come easy.
Instead, he still had bits and pieces scattered here and there, like a broken mosaic. Half of a mission here on the dais and the rest of the mission kicked outside, an argument from that mission picked up and thrown against a wall, the departure for and homecoming from it packaged up in some looter's bag and carried away to parts unknown. He wanted a coherent picture, and it didn't seem like he was going to get it.
