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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Daniel Jackson
Categories: Jack and Daniel friendship, ANGST, episode related, hurt/comfort
Warnings: canonical major character death; knowledge of Continuum required
Author's Journal: unknown
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Link: Closest Thing You Have {Had} To A Best Friend
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is best summed up like this: Oh, Daniel.
It's a fantastic look at Daniel's reactions to, and observations of, the events of Continuum, in a stream-of-consciousness with a very heavy emphasis on his friendship with Jack (or, if your ship goggles run that way, Jack/Daniel as per author intention), but with bonus Sam and Daniel friendship, too. It hurts because it's very, very good.
Somewhere in the part of his mind that knows they are in some actual trouble right now, he’s remembering some of Sam’s lectures about what she believes to be true about alternate timelines and other universes and paradoxes and theories, and thinking maybe he should go back to keeping his mouth shut. But most of what rational thought he can still conjure is trying to figure out what to do with the information that in whatever world they’re in, this world, Charlie isn’t dead. What does that mean for Jack? Is he still in black ops? Is he still – oh man, is he still married? Daniel’s never been clear what was the final nail in the nail of the coffin that houses Jack’s first marriage – the job, or the loss of their son. This is a Jack that Daniel doesn’t know, and that’s terrifying because he really thought that no matter what, Jack would be an ally to them. A confused and reluctant ally, perhaps but he hadn’t really considered a world where things were so different that he and Sam (Jack’s science twins) wouldn’t be able to talk Jack around to their side when it mattered.
Over his head Sam is trying to smooth over Daniel’s blunder; however unintentional it was and no matter how sorry Daniel is now, has already blown Jack up. He’s yelling over her, and when he says ‘you people’ like that, Daniel thinks he might throw up. Leg that needs amputating aside, the pain of losing Jack all over again (and that’s not logical, he knows that, he knows that’s not what’s happening, but try to telling his stomach and his head that) is worse. And that’s a lie too. The organ that’s actually failing is located somewhere between his head and his stomach, and it feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest. There’s the adrenaline he was looking for earlier to clear the residual drug out of his system. Too little, too late.
Categories: Jack and Daniel friendship, ANGST, episode related, hurt/comfort
Warnings: canonical major character death; knowledge of Continuum required
Author's Journal: unknown
Author's Website:
Link: Closest Thing You Have {Had} To A Best Friend
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is best summed up like this: Oh, Daniel.
It's a fantastic look at Daniel's reactions to, and observations of, the events of Continuum, in a stream-of-consciousness with a very heavy emphasis on his friendship with Jack (or, if your ship goggles run that way, Jack/Daniel as per author intention), but with bonus Sam and Daniel friendship, too. It hurts because it's very, very good.
Somewhere in the part of his mind that knows they are in some actual trouble right now, he’s remembering some of Sam’s lectures about what she believes to be true about alternate timelines and other universes and paradoxes and theories, and thinking maybe he should go back to keeping his mouth shut. But most of what rational thought he can still conjure is trying to figure out what to do with the information that in whatever world they’re in, this world, Charlie isn’t dead. What does that mean for Jack? Is he still in black ops? Is he still – oh man, is he still married? Daniel’s never been clear what was the final nail in the nail of the coffin that houses Jack’s first marriage – the job, or the loss of their son. This is a Jack that Daniel doesn’t know, and that’s terrifying because he really thought that no matter what, Jack would be an ally to them. A confused and reluctant ally, perhaps but he hadn’t really considered a world where things were so different that he and Sam (Jack’s science twins) wouldn’t be able to talk Jack around to their side when it mattered.
Over his head Sam is trying to smooth over Daniel’s blunder; however unintentional it was and no matter how sorry Daniel is now, has already blown Jack up. He’s yelling over her, and when he says ‘you people’ like that, Daniel thinks he might throw up. Leg that needs amputating aside, the pain of losing Jack all over again (and that’s not logical, he knows that, he knows that’s not what’s happening, but try to telling his stomach and his head that) is worse. And that’s a lie too. The organ that’s actually failing is located somewhere between his head and his stomach, and it feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest. There’s the adrenaline he was looking for earlier to clear the residual drug out of his system. Too little, too late.
