Daniel Jackson Prompt 15# (Stargate SG-1/Angel)
Title: First Impressions
Author: Weaselett
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Angel
Summary: Meeting a new friend
Word Count: 371
Prompt: 15# Blue
Rating: PG
Series: Getting To Know You: Part One
Author's Notes: Beta’d by rockboytoren
Daniel Jackson stood open mouthed in the entrance to the infirmary, starring dumbly at the slight form laid out on the gurney, desperately trying to remember the exact date, because there was no way he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. People just weren’t blue. It had to be another one of Jack’s pranks, it had to be.
Unconsciously tightening his grip on the notepad in his hands he took a step closer, reminding himself that either way he had a job to do. If it was a prank he wasn’t about to let Jack get the better of him yet again. If it wasn’t, he really wanted to know how it was possible.
Taking the final few steps to stand beside the gurney, he found himself looking at a person even more unusual than he had at first thought. Blue streaked hair, blue tinted skin and a body that was almost completely covered in some sort of dark red armour. All in all it was something that he would not have been surprised to find on one of their off-world missions. The real problem that he was having with this particular sight was that the ‘woman’ in question had been found ‘unconscious’ in a back alley in LA, of all places. Or at least that was what he had been told.
Hesitating for a moment, he glanced self consciously around to make sure that he wasn’t being watched, before reaching out to run a finger along the ‘woman’s’ arm, almost jerking away as his finger came into contact with something that could defiantly be described as armour. Following impulse he then turned his attention to the ‘woman’s’ face and the blue tint, carefully brushing his finger over the area in question before examining his finger for any trace of blue make-up. Unfortunately his touch had not been gentle enough, the ‘woman’s’ bright blue eyes snapping open as her hand closed tightly around his arm.
“How dare you touch me!” She growled as she sat sharply upright on the gurney, her cold eyes examining the room.
Daniel winced as her grip tightened even further, wondering for the eight-hundredth time in his life, why it always had to be him.
Author: Weaselett
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Angel
Summary: Meeting a new friend
Word Count: 371
Prompt: 15# Blue
Rating: PG
Series: Getting To Know You: Part One
Author's Notes: Beta’d by rockboytoren
Daniel Jackson stood open mouthed in the entrance to the infirmary, starring dumbly at the slight form laid out on the gurney, desperately trying to remember the exact date, because there was no way he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. People just weren’t blue. It had to be another one of Jack’s pranks, it had to be.
Unconsciously tightening his grip on the notepad in his hands he took a step closer, reminding himself that either way he had a job to do. If it was a prank he wasn’t about to let Jack get the better of him yet again. If it wasn’t, he really wanted to know how it was possible.
Taking the final few steps to stand beside the gurney, he found himself looking at a person even more unusual than he had at first thought. Blue streaked hair, blue tinted skin and a body that was almost completely covered in some sort of dark red armour. All in all it was something that he would not have been surprised to find on one of their off-world missions. The real problem that he was having with this particular sight was that the ‘woman’ in question had been found ‘unconscious’ in a back alley in LA, of all places. Or at least that was what he had been told.
Hesitating for a moment, he glanced self consciously around to make sure that he wasn’t being watched, before reaching out to run a finger along the ‘woman’s’ arm, almost jerking away as his finger came into contact with something that could defiantly be described as armour. Following impulse he then turned his attention to the ‘woman’s’ face and the blue tint, carefully brushing his finger over the area in question before examining his finger for any trace of blue make-up. Unfortunately his touch had not been gentle enough, the ‘woman’s’ bright blue eyes snapping open as her hand closed tightly around his arm.
“How dare you touch me!” She growled as she sat sharply upright on the gurney, her cold eyes examining the room.
Daniel winced as her grip tightened even further, wondering for the eight-hundredth time in his life, why it always had to be him.