Don't Let The Sun Go Down by Sideburns (R)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c, Jacob Carter
Pairings: Endgame Daniel/Jack
Categories: slash, angst
Warnings: None
Author's Website: Sideburns on The Alpha Gate
Link: Don't Let the Sun Go Down
Why This Must Be Read:
Author's Summary: After a malfunction of the 'Gate, Daniel is sent to a strange planet where he must fend for himself -- with no hope of a rescue.
This story takes place somewhere in the murkiness of season 7 - after Jack and Sam's promotions and after Weir and her expedition leaves for Atlantis. I absolutely love stories where characters rise above and beyond what we'd expect from them and Daniel does that here with shining colours. Because everything you think of when you think 'Daniel's element' isn't here. No ruins, no natives, no puzzles: just Daniel, a planet and a useless DHD. Sideburns is an incredible writer and if you've somehow never encountered her work, then this is a great story to start with. It's 80% Daniel with a side of Jack and Team.
Okay, he was not in Kansas. Hell, he wasn't even in the 'Gate room. Where he was, was on his back looking up at a blue sky. He blinked at the puffy white clouds.
Daniel stared at the birds winging their way overhead and knew that while he didn't have a clue where he was, he was pretty sure he knew how he was where he was - wherever that ...was. Daniel rubbed his right eye. Time to back the truck up. Okay - he would bet that the moment he'd gone through the 'Gate - he had gone through a Stargate, right?
Right.
Okay, so when he'd gone through, a bolt of lightning must have struck the wormhole, thus splitting the energy stream.
Gee, wasn't it funny how not much of his body was working, but his mind seemed not only okay, but was apparently channeling Sam?
Two minutes later, he almost wished he was still unconscious when he rolled painfully onto his side. He groaned at the effort but still managed - somehow - to get to his feet, swaying, but finally upright. His head was killing him, but as he looked back at the 'Gate, he realized how fortunate he'd been.
The Stargate sat on a high, large, stone foundation with at least twenty steps carved into the rock leading up to it. If he'd hit that rock and rolled down the steps instead flying over them, he'd probably have broken every bone in his body.
Daniel checked his wrist and sighed in relief. He had the GDO. He limped his way to the DHD, which stood at the base of the platform, and began the dialing process. When he pressed down on the center - nothing happened.
"Of course," he muttered. Does a DHD ever work under circumstances like this? Of course not.
He tried again. And again - and again - and again.
He finally stepped away and looked at the damn thing. He'd seen Sam take one apart before and had certainly helped her more times than he could count, but his body was definitely not willing to do what his mind required of it. He moved slowly and carefully to the steps and lowered himself down. Once there, he relaxed back a bit and took stock of not only his surroundings, but himself as well.
Okay, he was sore and bruised, his right hip was screaming bloody murder and his right leg was throbbing from the knee down. He'd probably twisted it "in flight." He rubbed the back of his head gingerly and found a nice-sized knot. Judging by the throbbing over his left eye - yep, another one rising on his left temple. At least there was no broken skin and his headache felt pretty normal -- for him.
He couldn't speak for his vision because, thanks to the fact that his glasses seemed to have gone AWOL, he wasn't seeing all that clearly, but he wasn't seeing double either. He decided that when he felt stronger, he'd go looking them, but for now, he was content to stay put and look blurrily around.
Well, at least it was a pretty place. The grass was thick, and a rich green rarely seen on Earth unless you were in New Zealand. There was a grove of trees a hundred yards to his right and they looked very much like aspens. There was a soft and fairly warm breeze while above him, the sky was a beautiful blue that brought the word "azure" to mind. The clouds he'd seen upon opening his eyes were gone now, and it seemed that if the planet was anything like Earth, it was late afternoon.
He looked to his left, and didn't like the sight that greeted him. Off in the distance sat a beautiful mountain range, but unfortunately the tallest of them had lazy wisps of what appeared to be smoke rising up from it.
He'd landed on a planet with a... volcano.
Would his good luck never end?
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c, Jacob Carter
Pairings: Endgame Daniel/Jack
Categories: slash, angst
Warnings: None
Author's Website: Sideburns on The Alpha Gate
Link: Don't Let the Sun Go Down
Why This Must Be Read:
Author's Summary: After a malfunction of the 'Gate, Daniel is sent to a strange planet where he must fend for himself -- with no hope of a rescue.
This story takes place somewhere in the murkiness of season 7 - after Jack and Sam's promotions and after Weir and her expedition leaves for Atlantis. I absolutely love stories where characters rise above and beyond what we'd expect from them and Daniel does that here with shining colours. Because everything you think of when you think 'Daniel's element' isn't here. No ruins, no natives, no puzzles: just Daniel, a planet and a useless DHD. Sideburns is an incredible writer and if you've somehow never encountered her work, then this is a great story to start with. It's 80% Daniel with a side of Jack and Team.
Okay, he was not in Kansas. Hell, he wasn't even in the 'Gate room. Where he was, was on his back looking up at a blue sky. He blinked at the puffy white clouds.
Daniel stared at the birds winging their way overhead and knew that while he didn't have a clue where he was, he was pretty sure he knew how he was where he was - wherever that ...was. Daniel rubbed his right eye. Time to back the truck up. Okay - he would bet that the moment he'd gone through the 'Gate - he had gone through a Stargate, right?
Right.
Okay, so when he'd gone through, a bolt of lightning must have struck the wormhole, thus splitting the energy stream.
Gee, wasn't it funny how not much of his body was working, but his mind seemed not only okay, but was apparently channeling Sam?
Two minutes later, he almost wished he was still unconscious when he rolled painfully onto his side. He groaned at the effort but still managed - somehow - to get to his feet, swaying, but finally upright. His head was killing him, but as he looked back at the 'Gate, he realized how fortunate he'd been.
The Stargate sat on a high, large, stone foundation with at least twenty steps carved into the rock leading up to it. If he'd hit that rock and rolled down the steps instead flying over them, he'd probably have broken every bone in his body.
Daniel checked his wrist and sighed in relief. He had the GDO. He limped his way to the DHD, which stood at the base of the platform, and began the dialing process. When he pressed down on the center - nothing happened.
"Of course," he muttered. Does a DHD ever work under circumstances like this? Of course not.
He tried again. And again - and again - and again.
He finally stepped away and looked at the damn thing. He'd seen Sam take one apart before and had certainly helped her more times than he could count, but his body was definitely not willing to do what his mind required of it. He moved slowly and carefully to the steps and lowered himself down. Once there, he relaxed back a bit and took stock of not only his surroundings, but himself as well.
Okay, he was sore and bruised, his right hip was screaming bloody murder and his right leg was throbbing from the knee down. He'd probably twisted it "in flight." He rubbed the back of his head gingerly and found a nice-sized knot. Judging by the throbbing over his left eye - yep, another one rising on his left temple. At least there was no broken skin and his headache felt pretty normal -- for him.
He couldn't speak for his vision because, thanks to the fact that his glasses seemed to have gone AWOL, he wasn't seeing all that clearly, but he wasn't seeing double either. He decided that when he felt stronger, he'd go looking them, but for now, he was content to stay put and look blurrily around.
Well, at least it was a pretty place. The grass was thick, and a rich green rarely seen on Earth unless you were in New Zealand. There was a grove of trees a hundred yards to his right and they looked very much like aspens. There was a soft and fairly warm breeze while above him, the sky was a beautiful blue that brought the word "azure" to mind. The clouds he'd seen upon opening his eyes were gone now, and it seemed that if the planet was anything like Earth, it was late afternoon.
He looked to his left, and didn't like the sight that greeted him. Off in the distance sat a beautiful mountain range, but unfortunately the tallest of them had lazy wisps of what appeared to be smoke rising up from it.
He'd landed on a planet with a... volcano.
Would his good luck never end?
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Date: 2014-08-09 09:39 am (UTC)