stargateficrec | Ithaca, by Niamaea (G) (Reply)

Rec Category: Teal'c and Daniel friendship

Pairing: none

Categories: Teal'c and Daniel friendship, Teal'c, Daniel Jackson, gen, futurefic, team

Warnings: none

Author on LJ: niamaea

Author's Website: All the Fic

Link: Ithaca

Why This Must Be Read: At first glimpse, this short story seems to open with an almost prosaic scene: Teal’c and SG-1 coming through the Gate, with Daniel there to welcome them. Then, slowly, it dawns on you: who Daniel is, now, at the SGC. What Teal’c is doing. The years of friendship that allows for a shorthand of even brief sentences to carry a wealth of meaning.

There’s gentle humor and the enchanting prospect of a beautiful future. There’s the inherent promise of a marvelous backstory, and the satisfaction of seeing these characters we love at peace. Sam and Jack aren’t physically present for this one, but they’re solidly part of Teal’c and Daniel’s lives – and it’s a life that I still hope Niamea will continue to create for us, because this is one happy ending I would love to see for SG-1!

ETA: Whee! Niamea wrote an additional pre-Ithaca snippet over here!

Teal’c hit the base of the ramp a step behind them, reached out, hands gripping forearms, and before Harris and Monahan had managed to divert around them towards the door they had pulled each other in a tight embrace, clapping each other on the shoulders, Daniel hiding his grin in the fabric of the robe.

“It’s good to see you again,” Teal’c said, quietly, and drew away.

Daniel crammed his hands back into his pockets again out of habit. Even if everyone took it as a given that certain off world visitors made some of the old hands act a little weird, he felt a twinge of self-consciousness -- but Daniel was long past trying to do the removed thing. They hadn’t picked him for that. “I have a message for you,” he said, rocking back onto his heels, “From Jack. He says that he doesn’t believe you could possibly be so important that you couldn’t come back for Thanksgiving.”

“I was not,” Teal’c said without pause. “I merely wished to avoid the cranberry sauce debate this year.”

“Sam won, by the way. We had the real kind. Jack’s still mad.” Daniel glanced sideways. Monahan was waiting a few paces away in parade rest – probably hadn’t stood any looser than that since they’d gone through the gate that morning. No surprise. Harris lurked behind him, leaning against the door frame with her usual slouch. “I don’t think we need to debrief. You can all head out after the infirmary clears you.”

“Thank you, sir.”