C'est la Vie, by Sam Walker (PG)

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Rec Category: Humor
Pairing: none
Category: humor, gen, team, sg-1
Warning: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: The Writings of Sam Walker
Link:  C'est la Vie

Why This Must Be Read:  It's just a day in the life of SG-1... In other words, expect things to be absolutely insane. :)

There are so many things I love about this fic. The humor isn't OTT, but rather inherent in the ridiculous situations caused by the characters acting like themselves and getting into trouble. The dialogue is snappy and rings true, and even the characters recognize the ridiculousness of their situation. C'est la Vie... That's just life in the SGC.

While the story technically begins offworld, Daniel's frantic escape through the Gate just serves as the introduction to the actual story, which is essentially SG-1's antics on the base. Of course Teal'c, when investigating witchcraft, would snag a research volume from Daniel's shelves and borrow Cassie's copy of The Craft - and see no difference between the two. Of course Jack would do anything to discover exactly what Daniel's middle name means, from pumping the other members of the team to quizzing the members of Daniel's departments. Of course Daniel, when discovering exactly what Sam and Teal'c are trying to do, would offer his help, based on anthropological research and his own experiences on Abydos.

Of course it all goes wrong.

And, most delightful of all, of course it's Janet who manages to solve Sam's problem in the end. Just call her the Little Witch Doctor. Other highlights include Daniel's one-sided (or, at least, one-heard) argument with Sam, Teal'c's " I informed you we should not have used the foxglove," and Jack's final triumph.

Did I mention that Nyan and Rothman guest star, and that their sections are as funny as the rest of the fic? "I want to be like you when I grow up..." Hee!

It would be ridiculously easy to visualize this taking place in an actual episode, running concurrent as the character development to some other plot. This fic is a fun, light read that is sure to make the reader smile.

Daniel sidled up to Teal'c's door and knocked discreetly. The chatter from within stopped abruptly, and there was a brief scrambling noise.

"Enter," Teal'c called.

Daniel eased the door open and slipped inside, eyeing the layout of the room with interest. Teal'c's candles had been arranged in an elaborate pentagram pattern centering on Sam, who was seated cross-legged on the floor trying her best not to look like she had been caught doing something naughty. Teal'c was just finishing stuffing something under the bed.

"Hello," Daniel said, drawing the word out in inquiry. Sam's chin raised defiantly. "Teal'c, any particular reason you borrowed 'The Craft' from Cassie and stole 'Magic, Witchcraft, and Religion: An Anthropological Study of the Supernatural' out of my office earlier today? 'Cos I have to say it's starting to look a little suspicious."

"The reasons are simple," Teal'c said.

"Teal'c, you promised!" Sam exclaimed, looking hurt.

"Daniel Jackson will not betray your secret," Teal'c soothed. "If he does I will reveal to Colonel O'Neill the translation of his middle name. He may be of some help."

Daniel frowned. Sam crossed her arms, thinking it over. "Okay." She fired a challenging look in Daniel's direction. "But you have to promise not to laugh."

"I promise."

"Swear on your coffee maker?"

"I swear."

"Okay." She shot Teal'c a pleading look. "Well, I was venting at Janet about how every guy I try to date ends up dead, and Teal'c overheard and said he would try and help."

Daniel blinked. "So this is..."

Sam flushed and looked at the ground. "An exorcism," she said miserably.

"Oh," Daniel said. Sam gave him a sideways glance. His mouth twitched. Sam made a growling noise deep in her throat and Daniel hastily ducked his head, taking several deep breaths. When he looked up, his face was straight.

"Sam, maybe you should just stop dating aliens," he said, his voice wobbling suspiciously on the last word. Sam's eyes narrowed.

"'Balsturig' is a Dutch word," Teal'c said quickly. "It means 'stubborn'."

Sam's jaw dropped. "Stubborn?" She said faintly. "Your middle name is... Stubborn?"

"No," Daniel said, crossing his arms and scowling. "My middle name is Balsturig."

Sam covered her mouth with one hand. "Daniel Stubborn Jackson." She made a choking noise. "Your name is Daniel Stubborn Jackson."

Daniel glowered at her. "I didn't laugh at you," he said pointedly.

Sam's face contorted in a grimace worthy of an Unas, and when she took her hand away her face was straight even if she couldn't look Daniel in the eye.

"Okay. You're right. No laughing." Her mouth twitched. "...Stubborn."

"Witch," Daniel shot back, sounding like he'd just as soon exchange the word for something similar in sound but different in meaning.

"Stubborn."

"Witch."

Teal'c rolled his eyes and cleared his throat pointedly. Sam and Daniel subsided immediately, looking sheepish. Teal'c pulled the supplies he'd stashed out from under his bed, lining them up neatly on the cement floor.

"Okay," Daniel said with a last amused look at Sam. "There was something sort of like this I saw them use on Abydos once..."