Somnambulist, by C.L. Kamnikar (PG)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Humor
Pairing: none
Category: humor, gen, Daniel Jackson, character study
Warning: some twinges of angst
Author on LJ:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
butterflykiki
Author's Website: Kiki's Chaos
Link: Somnambulist
Why This Must Be Read: This is Daniel's brain. This is Daniel's brain deprived of sleep and caffeine. Any questions?
Coffee-obsessed Daniel is one of the most solidly-entrenched cliches of the fandom. On the other hand, it's also the cliche with the most solid basis in canon. After all, Daniel drinks coffee and absent-mindedly leaves coffee cups on ledges and shelves in the SGC in both the movie and many episodes of the show. So while the idea of the entire SGC knowing of Daniel's coffee addiction might be slightly OTT, I personally have no trouble letting that minor detail slide if it presents us with such a fun little fic.
While the plot, obstensibly, is Daniel's plaintive quest for a cup of coffee in the depths of the SGC graveyard shift, the real charm of the story is Daniel's meandering train of thought as he wanders the halls of the SGC. He bumps into various people with a kind of gentle Brownian motion, with new thoughts trickling into his brain after each encounter. Anyone who has ever tried to be coherent at 4:00 a.m. won't be able to help but smile at Daniel's increasingly erratic musings.
Despite his tiredness, though, Daniel's observations are delightfully in character, both for himself and the people he meets. When morning finally arrives with Daniel still coffee- AND sleep-deprived, there's the inevitable clash with Jack... and the very sweet discovery that, as Daniel puts it, "Friends steal coffee for others. Real friends make sure the Colonel doesn't find out."
The author suggests that there's a hint of Sam/Daniel here, but I only see good friendship... and a really lovely, lighthearted fic.
Pairing: none
Category: humor, gen, Daniel Jackson, character study
Warning: some twinges of angst
Author on LJ:
butterflykikiAuthor's Website: Kiki's Chaos
Link: Somnambulist
Why This Must Be Read: This is Daniel's brain. This is Daniel's brain deprived of sleep and caffeine. Any questions?
Coffee-obsessed Daniel is one of the most solidly-entrenched cliches of the fandom. On the other hand, it's also the cliche with the most solid basis in canon. After all, Daniel drinks coffee and absent-mindedly leaves coffee cups on ledges and shelves in the SGC in both the movie and many episodes of the show. So while the idea of the entire SGC knowing of Daniel's coffee addiction might be slightly OTT, I personally have no trouble letting that minor detail slide if it presents us with such a fun little fic.
While the plot, obstensibly, is Daniel's plaintive quest for a cup of coffee in the depths of the SGC graveyard shift, the real charm of the story is Daniel's meandering train of thought as he wanders the halls of the SGC. He bumps into various people with a kind of gentle Brownian motion, with new thoughts trickling into his brain after each encounter. Anyone who has ever tried to be coherent at 4:00 a.m. won't be able to help but smile at Daniel's increasingly erratic musings.
Despite his tiredness, though, Daniel's observations are delightfully in character, both for himself and the people he meets. When morning finally arrives with Daniel still coffee- AND sleep-deprived, there's the inevitable clash with Jack... and the very sweet discovery that, as Daniel puts it, "Friends steal coffee for others. Real friends make sure the Colonel doesn't find out."
The author suggests that there's a hint of Sam/Daniel here, but I only see good friendship... and a really lovely, lighthearted fic.
"Whatcha doin'?" Jack already knows the answer. He looks like he does right before he either kicks someone's ass, or hauls it out of the fire: a little too focused for comfort.
"Umm.... I can explain.... "
"What's to explain? If you were enlisted, I'd be able to shoot you for stealing supplies. Right after I'd *order* you to report to the infirmary for caffiene detoxification. Did you know that no less than *six* people mentioned your little zombie-imitation around the SGC last night to me?" Jack rocks up on his toes, eyes narrowed and scary. "And that was before I got past the first checkpoint." Hmm. That expression is familiar... (And then he took out his knife, and he threw it at Heru'ur. Oh, yeah. Take another gulp of coffee before Jack takes it away.)
"Did they really?" It's not lying if it's in the form of a question (I'll take prevarication for $300, Alex).
"Yup. Including Ferretti, who said you were on a quest for the holy bean at 0500 when his team got back from off-planet. And Lieutenant Clark, who told Janet that you were lurking around the infirmary before that, and went haring off before she could grab you. Oh, and Sam, who just informed me that you looked like someone had used you to illustrate the dangers of voodoo in the hands of amateurs." He shakes his head. "Daniel, you have *got* to stop this. Coffee is no substitute for sleep."
"It doesn't have to be a substitute for anything, Jack. Coffee," hold up the cup, show him the Grail, put as much ringing sincerity as possible into the voice, "is an end in and of itself."
Jack stares for five full seconds, then grabs the mug and puts it down. Out of reach. (Damn.) "That's it, Danny-boy. You're cut off."
"What? No!"
"Don't even *try* to argue with me, Jackson. You're on 48-hour medical stand-down the second the briefing is over, or until Fraiser says you've got more blood in your veins than caffeine." Jack's smiling, but his eyes are a little too grim for him to be kidding.
"I'm *fine*."
"You're sleep-deprived and vibrating like one of Carter's reactors! As your CO, and more importantly, your friend, I've got a duty to the world to protect them from you. A-aahh-ah!" Jack's hand is out like a crossing guard's, halting any flow of protest that could attempt to change his mind. "No. Hush. You can thank me later. After you've written 'I will not steal Jack's coffee after all-nighters again, ever' 100 times. In, I dunno, something that'll make it interesting for you--- Hindustani. Yeah."
"That's easy---"
"Wanna try for a thousand, Daniel? In Asgard script?"
"Ummm, no." Shutting up now would be a good idea. Jack O'Neill in a mood is capable of a lot of twisted things. Besides. Jack doesn't read Hindustani, so writing 'Jack is a coffee-hoarding control freak' a hundred times will be just as easy.
"Umm.... I can explain.... "
"What's to explain? If you were enlisted, I'd be able to shoot you for stealing supplies. Right after I'd *order* you to report to the infirmary for caffiene detoxification. Did you know that no less than *six* people mentioned your little zombie-imitation around the SGC last night to me?" Jack rocks up on his toes, eyes narrowed and scary. "And that was before I got past the first checkpoint." Hmm. That expression is familiar... (And then he took out his knife, and he threw it at Heru'ur. Oh, yeah. Take another gulp of coffee before Jack takes it away.)
"Did they really?" It's not lying if it's in the form of a question (I'll take prevarication for $300, Alex).
"Yup. Including Ferretti, who said you were on a quest for the holy bean at 0500 when his team got back from off-planet. And Lieutenant Clark, who told Janet that you were lurking around the infirmary before that, and went haring off before she could grab you. Oh, and Sam, who just informed me that you looked like someone had used you to illustrate the dangers of voodoo in the hands of amateurs." He shakes his head. "Daniel, you have *got* to stop this. Coffee is no substitute for sleep."
"It doesn't have to be a substitute for anything, Jack. Coffee," hold up the cup, show him the Grail, put as much ringing sincerity as possible into the voice, "is an end in and of itself."
Jack stares for five full seconds, then grabs the mug and puts it down. Out of reach. (Damn.) "That's it, Danny-boy. You're cut off."
"What? No!"
"Don't even *try* to argue with me, Jackson. You're on 48-hour medical stand-down the second the briefing is over, or until Fraiser says you've got more blood in your veins than caffeine." Jack's smiling, but his eyes are a little too grim for him to be kidding.
"I'm *fine*."
"You're sleep-deprived and vibrating like one of Carter's reactors! As your CO, and more importantly, your friend, I've got a duty to the world to protect them from you. A-aahh-ah!" Jack's hand is out like a crossing guard's, halting any flow of protest that could attempt to change his mind. "No. Hush. You can thank me later. After you've written 'I will not steal Jack's coffee after all-nighters again, ever' 100 times. In, I dunno, something that'll make it interesting for you--- Hindustani. Yeah."
"That's easy---"
"Wanna try for a thousand, Daniel? In Asgard script?"
"Ummm, no." Shutting up now would be a good idea. Jack O'Neill in a mood is capable of a lot of twisted things. Besides. Jack doesn't read Hindustani, so writing 'Jack is a coffee-hoarding control freak' a hundred times will be just as easy.
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Date: 2006-07-18 07:36 pm (UTC)It's driving me insane that I can't remember where I found them. The COTG icon is currently identified as "will credit when creator is tracked down." I really, really hope there's someone out there who knows who did these delightful 45-second "episodes" so that I can give proper credit where it's definitely due.