It was a beautiful day and, even with the morning's...issues...it was Halloween and there weren't Daleks and Cybermen and vampires and Adria. That, alone, was enough cause to celebrate, so he convinced Owen to come with him and they both headed down to the waterfall for a little rest and relaxation.

And that was all. Really.

Daniel had gotten the idea from her jewelry box. He'd already known what he was going to do for Vala for Christmas, but then she suddenly came up with a birthday. Normally, he would have come up with something random, but she'd chosen the day they'd met out of all of the days. He couldn't let that go without doing something special. Something ( Read more... )

Another day, another piece of the thing for Jackson. This time it was a giraffe. Now, Daniel knew what giraffes were supposed to look like. He'd even ridden on one once upon a time. But every time he tried to to make it, it looked more like a horse. Or, god forbid, a camel. Not his intention at all ( Read more... )

It wasn't late, per se, but Daniel was already in bed with a book. A journal, to be precise. The 2007 Journal of Egyptian Archaeology. It wasn't precisely thrilling reading to most people, but Daniel hadn't gotten a chance to read it before coming here. And it wasn't like he was exactly expecting company. So he was sprawled out in just his ( Read more... )

He hadn't slept well. Hadn't slept well at all since he'd talk to Jack. He'd tossed. Turned. Stared at a book he couldn't process. He stayed in bed until the sun was already well into the sky. Finally, he got up and changed into his jogging gear. Sneakers, shorts, shirt tucked into the shorts. Nothing was on his chest but his dog tags. He ( Read more... )

For once on Daniel's life on the island, at least over the last nine months of it, life was pretty damn good. He had team, he had family, and he was even, god forbid, seeing someone. And didn't that just baffle him, sometimes. But it was good. He even got to see Jackson, again. At the moment, he was practicing carving what was supposed to look ( Read more... )

It was too early to be awake, but he was still up and moving. It had become a routine. Get up, drink his coffee and have a little something to tide him over, and then go on a run with Anita. He'd been on his way to meet her when he'd had an idea, stopping back in New Atlantis and knocking softly on Mitchell's door ( Read more... )

His back, while not entirely healed, was definitely feeling better. Better enough that he was sprawled on his bed on his back with a book in hand. A Stargate book which he promptly hid when he heard footsteps outside. He yawned once, briefly. Maybe it was time for a nap. If she'd let him have some of the bed ( Read more... )

Daniel was sitting cross-legged on the bed when he heard footsteps behind him. He didn’t turn around, but he did grin. “Skara Brae. The ruins we went to were similar in nature to the ruins of Skara Brae in Scotland. If this is accurate, it either provides evidence of people living here 5,000 years ago, or people from 5,000 years ago lived here ( Read more... )

He hadn't stuck around the party much after he left Jack. For one, he was drunk, and for another, he wasn't sure whether or not anyone had seen him and Jack leave the party together and he didn't want to get accosted until he was fully sober. Because really, fighting with Tosh or Ianto or Mohinder or anyone when he was drunk was probably a very ( Read more... )