SG-1 fic + GiP
So, some random SG-1 fic. First chapter, will probably write some more when I don't have German and Welsh orals to learn.
Dr Daniel Jackson sat in his lab, cataloguing. His Egyptian-style screensaver moved at the edge of his vision, making him turn around to check the door. He turned to a thick book on his desk and flipped through it. Despite the trouble they had got SG-1 into, in some ways he missed the Atoniek armbands the Tok’ra had used on them five years ago - they had made his research a lot faster for a start.
Something moved at the edge of his vision, but he assumed it was his screensaver, and resisted the temptation to look, berating himself for being so paranoid.
“Hey Daniel!” He jumped and spun around. He relaxed when he saw who it was.
“Oh, hey Sam. Thank God it’s you.”
“Why? Who did you think it was?” Sam asked, looking at all the artefacts on his desk.
“Oh, I thought it might be Vala. You know, she doesn’t actually have any work to do, so she decides to come and distract the rest of us instead. She kept rearranging my stuff. I know she’s gone now, but I just can’t shake the feeling.” Sam giggled.
“I know what you mean. What are you doing, anyway?”
“Cataloguing. We got a lot of interesting stuff in that trip to P4X-625.”
“Really?”
“No. But I still have to catalogue it. Shouldn’t you be doing something?”
“I was,” said Sam, rolling her eyes. “Analysing.” It was Daniel’s turn to laugh.
“Getting a bit boring?”
“Yeah! We’ve been doing this stuff for seven years! I mean, it’s all fascinating, but it does get a bit repetitive. Especially because we can’t go off-world until Cam’s leave is over.”
“Tell me about it.” Daniel said, moving some of the stuff on his desk around. “Have you seen my pen?”
“Daniel Jackson. Colonel Carter.” They both turned to the door.
“Hey Teal’c,” Sam said, tapping Daniel on the shoulder with his pen. Teal’c nodded in greeting.
“What’s up?” Daniel asked.
“I was trying to Kel’no’reem, when I was distracted by the idea that many of our days seem the same.” Daniel and Sam looked at each other and smiled.
“You’re right,” Sam agreed. “Even being attacked by the Goa’uld or even the Ori is nothing big anymore.”
“Even dying is nothing new,” Daniel said.
“And I’ve had more alternate versions of me than I can count,” Sam added.
“Indeed,” said Teal’c. “Being tortured for being a shol’va is no longer the threat it was, although it is unpleasant.” The three of them looked at each other.
“Of course, I couldn’t ask for a better job,” Sam said.
“Oh, no,” Daniel agreed quickly. The stood for a moment, in silence, except for the tapping of Daniel’s pencil on the desk.
“We need Jack,” Daniel said eventually.
“Yup,” Sam agreed.
“I too miss the presence of O’Neill,” Teal’c said.
“He’s really busy in Washington though...” Sam began. Teal’c and Daniel looked at her. “I’ll call him,” she finished, walking out of Daniel’s lab. Daniel and Teal’c exchanged a look, and then Teal’c followed Sam out of the door, leaving Daniel to his cataloguing.
Dr Daniel Jackson sat in his lab, cataloguing. His Egyptian-style screensaver moved at the edge of his vision, making him turn around to check the door. He turned to a thick book on his desk and flipped through it. Despite the trouble they had got SG-1 into, in some ways he missed the Atoniek armbands the Tok’ra had used on them five years ago - they had made his research a lot faster for a start.
Something moved at the edge of his vision, but he assumed it was his screensaver, and resisted the temptation to look, berating himself for being so paranoid.
“Hey Daniel!” He jumped and spun around. He relaxed when he saw who it was.
“Oh, hey Sam. Thank God it’s you.”
“Why? Who did you think it was?” Sam asked, looking at all the artefacts on his desk.
“Oh, I thought it might be Vala. You know, she doesn’t actually have any work to do, so she decides to come and distract the rest of us instead. She kept rearranging my stuff. I know she’s gone now, but I just can’t shake the feeling.” Sam giggled.
“I know what you mean. What are you doing, anyway?”
“Cataloguing. We got a lot of interesting stuff in that trip to P4X-625.”
“Really?”
“No. But I still have to catalogue it. Shouldn’t you be doing something?”
“I was,” said Sam, rolling her eyes. “Analysing.” It was Daniel’s turn to laugh.
“Getting a bit boring?”
“Yeah! We’ve been doing this stuff for seven years! I mean, it’s all fascinating, but it does get a bit repetitive. Especially because we can’t go off-world until Cam’s leave is over.”
“Tell me about it.” Daniel said, moving some of the stuff on his desk around. “Have you seen my pen?”
“Daniel Jackson. Colonel Carter.” They both turned to the door.
“Hey Teal’c,” Sam said, tapping Daniel on the shoulder with his pen. Teal’c nodded in greeting.
“What’s up?” Daniel asked.
“I was trying to Kel’no’reem, when I was distracted by the idea that many of our days seem the same.” Daniel and Sam looked at each other and smiled.
“You’re right,” Sam agreed. “Even being attacked by the Goa’uld or even the Ori is nothing big anymore.”
“Even dying is nothing new,” Daniel said.
“And I’ve had more alternate versions of me than I can count,” Sam added.
“Indeed,” said Teal’c. “Being tortured for being a shol’va is no longer the threat it was, although it is unpleasant.” The three of them looked at each other.
“Of course, I couldn’t ask for a better job,” Sam said.
“Oh, no,” Daniel agreed quickly. The stood for a moment, in silence, except for the tapping of Daniel’s pencil on the desk.
“We need Jack,” Daniel said eventually.
“Yup,” Sam agreed.
“I too miss the presence of O’Neill,” Teal’c said.
“He’s really busy in Washington though...” Sam began. Teal’c and Daniel looked at her. “I’ll call him,” she finished, walking out of Daniel’s lab. Daniel and Teal’c exchanged a look, and then Teal’c followed Sam out of the door, leaving Daniel to his cataloguing.