stargateficrec | Fugitive by telepathicpixie(PG-PG13)

Show: Stargate SG-1
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jolinar
Pairing: none
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warning: some spoilers for Season 2 episode "In the Line of Duty"
Author on LJ: telepathicpixie
Author's Website: Author's Fanfiction listing on LJ
Link: Fugitive

Why this must be read:

What if Daniel had been the one taken by Jolinar as host? What if they had made if off planet? This is one of the more unusual uses of the AU that I've encountered in SG-1 fandom. Telepathicpixie uses the "what if" idea to explore the different points of view and ethics of two very distinct and different cultures, that of Earth and the Tok'ra. Each sees the struggle with the Goa'uld and the methods that should be employed to defeat them with very different eyes. I found it very inspired that telepathic chose to use Daniel as the host, too. A man whose wife and brother-in-law were taken as hosts is DEFINITELY going to have his perspective colored when the subject of Tok'ra and their hosts comes up. The internal debates between Jolinar and Daniel makes for very fascinating reading. I won't spoil how everything turns out so go read!

Story Summary: Jolinar didn't take Sam as a host, but Daniel, who (as he didn't visit Cassie at the hospital) leaves Earth.

Not being able to focus his own vision or direct the movement of his hands was an unnerving experience and it only served to further cement the reality of the situation. The idea that he had brought the parasite into the SGC, had been walking around with it lurking in the back of his skull for the last twenty-four hours, was—alarming wasn’t a strong enough word for it. It must have been influencing him quietly from the background—his snappishness with Teal’c and Jack, his uncharacteristic anxiety to get through the gate—but it had overthrown his control in a split second and Daniel wasn’t sure how to get it back. To make matters worse, it had shot the others—with a zat, at least, not bullets, and Teal’c had said one shot only stunned, but they had been left unconscious on a strange planet and that was dangerous enough.

The Goa’uld repacked the bag and slung it back over his shoulders. Leaving the unwanted items on the ground behind them, it turned once more towards the stargate, punching in symbols with purposeful jabs.

Is this going to just be a sightseeing trip, then? Daniel demanded, unable and unwilling to keep quiet any longer. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to communicate with it—if he was supposed to communicate with it—but it was wrapped around his brain and thinking angrily at it was as good a plan as any.

He felt a ripple of surprise from the Goa’uld, like someone who had thought they were alone in a room only to be startled when someone else addressed them. Well, Daniel reflected peevishly, he had been there first.

My name is Jolinar of Malkshur, it replied. I am Tok’ra.