Seconds, by Travelling One (PG)

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Rec Category: Daniel Jackson

Pairing: none
Categories: Daniel Jackson, gen, team, drama, hurt/comfort, episode related, Jack and Daniel friendship
Warnings: some science handwaving required
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: Travelling One’s Stargate Stories
Link: Seconds

Why This Must Be Read: In the wake of Avatar, Daniel is alarmed to discover that his two-second window into the future doesn’t seem to have faded away. Despite his efforts to cope, Daniel knows he won’t be able to go off-world with his reactions skewed from reality. But when the delayed effect seems to wear off, and SG-1 – together with General Jack O’Neill – go on a mission together, a sudden resurgence proves disastrous… and possibly deadly.

The reader has to accept Daniel’s continued prescience, as well as the probability of natives dialling their DHD at random and actually succeeding in getting viable addresses. Nevertheless, this gripping story, written in Travelling One’s usual engaging style, has everything you need for a satisfying fic – solid teamy goodness, friendship and support for one another, drama, whumping, comfort, humor, and a happy ending.

"Hi." Daniel glanced up briefly, then returned to his document.

"Hi," Jack sauntered into the room, glancing around self-consciously, wondering why Daniel was ignoring him. No greeting? "Hey there," he tried again. Juice and a bowl of soup lay untouched on a tray by the bed, and a laptop balanced precariously on Daniel's chest as he busily typed. The archaeologist shrugged, keying in some notes.

"Why are you still here? You're obviously not sick." Jack cocked his head at Daniel.

Daniel continued tapping at his keyboard.

"What?"

"Daniel?"

This time, Daniel frowned up at Jack. "Still doing tests," he retorted nonchalantly. "I feel fine. No, not hungry," he added, cutting off Jack's unvoiced question.

Pausing with the words "You should eat that" about to come out of his open mouth, instead Jack moved to reach for the spoon as Daniel said, "Be my guest."

Jack's next words, "What, I'm that predictable?" clashed in mid-sound with Daniel's "If the shoe fits," and then Daniel glanced down at the ground before sighing, tossing Jack a patronizing look. As Daniel went back to his typing, the spoon tumbled from Jack's fingers, landing between his feet with a small clang.

Not a twitch from Daniel, as he worked at the laptop resting across his upper body.

Jack reached down to pick up the spoon, then hesitated, his hand suspended above the utensil. Wait a minute.

"It did," Daniel mumbled seemingly to himself, in the midst of his work.

"Daniel, why didn't that startle you?"

No response; Daniel was absorbed in other things. Jack paused another moment before asking, "What did what?" as he brushed the spoon on his shirt before dropping it back into the soup. Something seemed oddly strange, almost as though…

Daniel stopped his typing, taking a critical look at Jack. "What's with you?"

Slowly, Jack slid the napkin off the tray and crumpled it into a ball. Without taking his gaze from Daniel, he …

Daniel raised his right hand and snapped it shut, catching air.

… tossed it at Daniel.

The wad of napkin hit the younger man on the chin.

The look of surprise on Daniel's face would have been funny, if Jack had not known what it meant. With a sigh and slump of his shoulders Jack uttered only one disheartened sound, "Oy."