Realignment, by Elishevah (PG)

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Rec Category: Daniel Jackson

Pairing: none

Categories: Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, gen, team, fluff, friendship

Warnings: none

Author on LJ: elishevah

Author's Website: Life Like Art

Link: Realignment

 

Why This Must Be Read: This lovely team story finds SG-1 on a planet, more than willing to indulge a just-decended Daniel in his latest obsession. But if the cloud cover won’t cooperate, just how long can Jack and Sam and Teal’c delay their overdue departure?

 

Daniel needs sunlight to make a fifteen-foot granite statue do... something. Elishevah gives us a wonderful Jack voice, as he bemusedly watches Daniel try to induce sunshine by sheer force of will. There’s humor and banter and great characterization for the entire team, and it all ends with triumph and joy and friendship. Really, what else do you need?

 

The sun won't come out from behind the clouds, no matter how much they need it.

Really, they don't need it. They couldn't give any type of a damn about it. But Carter and Teal'c are in the process of the most unnecessary quadruple-check of a sweep in the history of the stargate program because Daniel needs it. And even there it's not so much need as it is desperately wanting it in that way that just about everybody reaches at some point in their lives when they overload and fixate on the one thing that's going to make a day worthwhile -- which, of course, means that Daniel is on the edge of breaking out into a backwards rain dance on the off chance that some sort of reverse mojo will take hold and blow the sky clear and let the sunshine in.

Or at least that's what Jack assumes is going through that brain powering the man in front of him. All he's actually got to go on is the muttering and the brisk hop-pacing out there on the worn stones of the courtyard. That and what feels like a lifetime of handling the aftereffects of situations just like this. Which, one would think, would have trained him to stay out of situations just like this.

Daniel's latest circuit around the statue requires ducking under the arm -- the one that Jack has taken to thinking of as the One Too Many arm -- with a deep golden crystal about the size of a grenade embedded in its hand. It also brings him back around to the archway that Jack's holding up. Surprising himself, Jack snags the fist that comes within his reach as it swings up on its way to threaten the sky yet again.

"I don't think it's listening," he says mildly.

"No," Daniel snaps, "clearly it's not. If it were listening, I'd have my sun."