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stargateficrecRec Category: Daniel
Pairing: none
Category: Daniel, drama, episode tag
Warning: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
betacandy
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betacandy_sgfic
Link: You Can't Always Get What You Want
Why This Must Be Read: I started this fic way back when it was a work in progress. I think. At least that's the way I remember it *g*. Anyway, I was delighted to run across it again last weekend while browsing LJs and discover that it had been finished.
It's a wonder episode fix for Moebius and I love her to pieces for it. But if you have to ask yourself 'What the heck's wrong with Moebius?' then this fic is probably not for you. And it's very much a Daniel fic. Our Daniel, the real Daniel misplaced in time with the alternate timeline's Jack, Sam, and Teal'c. Another very much left-out character makes an appearance later on to tie up an annoying loose end left by TPTB. Plus there's a surprise twist that makes such absolute perfect sense it left me speechless.
I think betacandy sums this story up best in her very own, uh, summary: It’s 2995 B.C. in Ancient Egypt, and Daniel’s marooned with a Sam who’s making moon eyes at him, a Jack’s who’s determined to get under his skin, a ship to repair, a rebellion to plan, and a big pile of Jaffa in the basement. At least Teal’c’s cool. Dedicated to everyone who watched Moebius Part 2 and thought, “WTF did they just do to my Daniel??? Strand him in hell with Teal’c and the Kama Sutra Twits?” I wrote the story to find out, and it turns out maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
Danny looked skeptical – if not downright exasperated - but just turned away with an almost imperceptible shake of his head. Just what the hell was this guy’s problem? “This way,” Snotboy muttered as he headed toward the cockpit. “Sam, you can stay back here and work. Focus on getting the ship to move for now, since this position’s known. We’ll worry about cloaking later.”
Jack rolled his eyes at Sam, but followed Danny. If the kid… Kid? The guy had to be forty. Anyway, if he wanted to get into an irritation match, Jack was his man. “You know, I keep thinking of you in my head as Danny.”
Danny glanced over his shoulder without really meeting Jack’s eyes. “Well, don’t.”
“You can’t tell me what to think.”
Danny turned back to the front and rolled his shoulders, then stretched his neck. “I meant don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He stepped up beside him.
Danny motioned to the pilot’s seat and sat down in the co-pilot’s chair. “Because it’s not my name and I probably won’t even respond. Now, if we-”
“Well, what should I call you then?”
Danny stared at him for a second, then looked around the cockpit. “Daniel’s fine,” he said in a flat voice. “Or Jackson. Or Dr. Jacks-”
“Is that what the other me-“
“No. Uh, which? Look, will you just-“
“He called you Danny, and somehow-“
“No, he never called me Danny,” the kid answered in a strained voice. “Not after I told him to stop, anyway.”
“A-ha!”
“What a-ha?” He was definitely getting impatient.
“He wanted to call you Danny. And somehow I knew that.”
Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “No, you didn’t. It doesn’t work that way. The fact that you both want to call me by a nickname just indicates some shared personality trait between the two of you. Or maybe in both realities, you’ve known someone named Danny before.”
“Nope. Never.” That was a lie, but since Jack knew for certain it wasn’t the reason, he figured that was okay.
“It doesn’t mean there’s some magical bleed through between realities. If you feel like you know me, that’s…” He trailed off, looking down like he’d just said more than he meant to.
“What?” Jack pressed.
He shook himself out of it. “That’s just you. No matter what you have in common, you’re not… him.”
Pairing: none
Category: Daniel, drama, episode tag
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
betacandyAuthor's Website:
betacandy_sgficLink: You Can't Always Get What You Want
Why This Must Be Read: I started this fic way back when it was a work in progress. I think. At least that's the way I remember it *g*. Anyway, I was delighted to run across it again last weekend while browsing LJs and discover that it had been finished.
It's a wonder episode fix for Moebius and I love her to pieces for it. But if you have to ask yourself 'What the heck's wrong with Moebius?' then this fic is probably not for you. And it's very much a Daniel fic. Our Daniel, the real Daniel misplaced in time with the alternate timeline's Jack, Sam, and Teal'c. Another very much left-out character makes an appearance later on to tie up an annoying loose end left by TPTB. Plus there's a surprise twist that makes such absolute perfect sense it left me speechless.
I think betacandy sums this story up best in her very own, uh, summary: It’s 2995 B.C. in Ancient Egypt, and Daniel’s marooned with a Sam who’s making moon eyes at him, a Jack’s who’s determined to get under his skin, a ship to repair, a rebellion to plan, and a big pile of Jaffa in the basement. At least Teal’c’s cool. Dedicated to everyone who watched Moebius Part 2 and thought, “WTF did they just do to my Daniel??? Strand him in hell with Teal’c and the Kama Sutra Twits?” I wrote the story to find out, and it turns out maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
Danny looked skeptical – if not downright exasperated - but just turned away with an almost imperceptible shake of his head. Just what the hell was this guy’s problem? “This way,” Snotboy muttered as he headed toward the cockpit. “Sam, you can stay back here and work. Focus on getting the ship to move for now, since this position’s known. We’ll worry about cloaking later.”
Jack rolled his eyes at Sam, but followed Danny. If the kid… Kid? The guy had to be forty. Anyway, if he wanted to get into an irritation match, Jack was his man. “You know, I keep thinking of you in my head as Danny.”
Danny glanced over his shoulder without really meeting Jack’s eyes. “Well, don’t.”
“You can’t tell me what to think.”
Danny turned back to the front and rolled his shoulders, then stretched his neck. “I meant don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He stepped up beside him.
Danny motioned to the pilot’s seat and sat down in the co-pilot’s chair. “Because it’s not my name and I probably won’t even respond. Now, if we-”
“Well, what should I call you then?”
Danny stared at him for a second, then looked around the cockpit. “Daniel’s fine,” he said in a flat voice. “Or Jackson. Or Dr. Jacks-”
“Is that what the other me-“
“No. Uh, which? Look, will you just-“
“He called you Danny, and somehow-“
“No, he never called me Danny,” the kid answered in a strained voice. “Not after I told him to stop, anyway.”
“A-ha!”
“What a-ha?” He was definitely getting impatient.
“He wanted to call you Danny. And somehow I knew that.”
Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “No, you didn’t. It doesn’t work that way. The fact that you both want to call me by a nickname just indicates some shared personality trait between the two of you. Or maybe in both realities, you’ve known someone named Danny before.”
“Nope. Never.” That was a lie, but since Jack knew for certain it wasn’t the reason, he figured that was okay.
“It doesn’t mean there’s some magical bleed through between realities. If you feel like you know me, that’s…” He trailed off, looking down like he’d just said more than he meant to.
“What?” Jack pressed.
He shook himself out of it. “That’s just you. No matter what you have in common, you’re not… him.”
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