Of Gods and Men, by Kuonji (PG-13)

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Rec Category: Sam and Daniel friendship
Pairing: none
Categories: Sam and Daniel friendship, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, gen, vignette, episode related, angst, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: kuonji14
Author's Website: Stargate SG-1 fics
Link: Of Gods and Men

Why This Must Be Read: This fantastic vignette gives us Sam and Daniel in a conversation post-Hathor. Daniel is troubled and struggling with the conflict between archeological dreams come true and nightmares come true at the same time. Sam can't do much more than listen, and offer the comfort of her presence... but for these two, that's actually enough.

A great peek into the workings of Daniel's mind, lovely Sam POV, and a delightful cameo for Jack and Teal'c. If you want to read a thoughtful, insightful episode tag for Hathor, then this story is definitely for you.

"I can't believe I let her do that to me."

Sam frowned. Now this, she was sure about. "It wasn't your choice. You were drugged. Practically comatose."

"You don't understand. I was-- She was a goddess! Walking right out of ancient history to talk to me. To me. I was special, what was it, beloved. Chosen. It was amazing."

Sam shook her head. "That's just the drug talking. Every man on base feels the same--"

"No!" Daniel was shaking his own head now, his hair describing flurried arcs across the nape of his neck. "It wasn't that. I know. Because-- Because I felt the same way when I met Ra." His shoulders were tight, arms tucked into his sides, his head down like he was in a blizzard.

"You... what?" Daniel's mind sometimes jumped too far for Sam to follow.

"I hate them. I hate what they are, what they've done. But don't you see? Everything. All the history and culture and, and, everything -- that I've spent my entire life studying-- they've lived it. They've made some of it. And even if I don't see them as gods, it's like-- It's like-- But I hate them."

"I get it, Daniel. I do." Daniel looked frustrated. Daniel looked lost.

It'd be like if Albert Einstein came back to life, walked up to her for a chat and tea -- and then afterwards had killed her dog.