Interim Choices, by Izhilzha (PG)

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Rec Category: Gen
Pairing: none
Categories: gen, drama, angst, Jack O'Neill, Jack and Daniel friendship, team
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: izhilzha
Author's Website: Izhilzha at FanFiction.Net
Link: Interim Choices

Why This Must Be Read: When aliens choose to interpret Jack's dedication to the fight against the Goa'uld a little too literally, can the team find a solution before it's too late?

Izhilzha gives us a tense adventure story packed with Jack whumping, great characterization, wonderful teamy goodness, and some fascinating insights into both Jack's and Daniel's heads. Sam works scientific magic, Teal'c is a bulwark of strength, and Daniel - well, Daniel is delightfully himself.

I'd by happier without the multiple "Danny"s, but I'm more willing to forgive that in a story set in S1. And besides, this fic is just plain good. :)




Teal'c stopped outside the tent, waiting for Nuzen to enter. Daniel Jackson was on his feet as soon as the elder stepped through. He bowed. "I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Elder."

The man waved a dismissive hand. "It is nothing. What service can I be to you, my friends?"

O'Neill stood. The darks streaks and swirls stood out against his skin, darkening his eyes and teeth. "You could...by explaining what you...." His voice cut in and out as the mist moved across his face. Teal'c felt his fist tighten around the hilt of his staff weapon; if only he knew which weapons would kill this nearly invisible enemy.

Nuzen had stopped still when he saw O'Neill, and then he bowed, deeply. "It proceeds, then. You will not be forgotten by my people, Ohneel. We are already in your debt."

Daniel Jackson had to move quickly to stop O'Neill from leaping at the elder. O'Neill let the scholar's hand stop his forward momentum, but it did not stop his furious words, only a few of which could be heard. "...son of a...what did...slipped me some kind of...."

Nuzen watched, resigned dark eyes seeming out of place in a face completely calm.

"Jack. Let me." Daniel Jackson waited till O'Neill relaxed, till he took a step back, before letting him go and turning to Nuzen. "Elder, what do you honor our leader for? What has he done? Or what have you done?"

"Only what was necessary. Only what we knew he would not hesitate to give." Nuzen's gaze still rested on O'Neill, though his words were addressed to Daniel Jackson.

Daniel huffed out a frustrated breath. "And what would that be?"

Now Nuzen met his gaze. "Protection."