To Be or Not to Be, by Thothmes (PG)
Rec Category: Pre-series
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Claire Jackson, original character
Categories: drama, kidfic
Warnings: none
Author's Journal: thothmes
Author's Website: fic tag
Link: To Be or Not to Be
Why This Must Be Read: For someone with a genuinely tragic childhood, Daniel is remarkably resilient and has incredible faith in people. That had to come from somewhere...
This is a fabulous perspective on Claire Jackson and her strength of conviction and the values she instilled in her son. With an extra twist of what-could-have-been, this is kidfic at its best.
Marble archaeology was a fun game. Every day after breakfast, until it became stiflingly hot and his parents came to get him to eat lunch in the cooler semi-dark of one of the tombs cut into the walls of the cliffs near the dig and then nap through the worst of the day's heat, and again in the late afternoon as the heat was fading, and even after dinner, as the night grew cool, Daniel would dig slowly through his filled in hole, little grid square, by little grid square, being careful to note any changes in color or texture or color, and how far down from the string grid that marked the original surface they fell. He tried to make sure that he wrote down everything he saw right away, because if he didn't, sometimes he couldn't remember exactly how it had been.
"Archaeology is a process of destruction," his Mom had told him. "You have to be sure your records are good, because you will never be able to put it all back the way it was. In a hundred years if another archaeologist wants to know how it all was, your notebook will be the only way for him to find out."
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Claire Jackson, original character
Categories: drama, kidfic
Warnings: none
Author's Journal: thothmes
Author's Website: fic tag
Link: To Be or Not to Be
Why This Must Be Read: For someone with a genuinely tragic childhood, Daniel is remarkably resilient and has incredible faith in people. That had to come from somewhere...
This is a fabulous perspective on Claire Jackson and her strength of conviction and the values she instilled in her son. With an extra twist of what-could-have-been, this is kidfic at its best.
Marble archaeology was a fun game. Every day after breakfast, until it became stiflingly hot and his parents came to get him to eat lunch in the cooler semi-dark of one of the tombs cut into the walls of the cliffs near the dig and then nap through the worst of the day's heat, and again in the late afternoon as the heat was fading, and even after dinner, as the night grew cool, Daniel would dig slowly through his filled in hole, little grid square, by little grid square, being careful to note any changes in color or texture or color, and how far down from the string grid that marked the original surface they fell. He tried to make sure that he wrote down everything he saw right away, because if he didn't, sometimes he couldn't remember exactly how it had been.
"Archaeology is a process of destruction," his Mom had told him. "You have to be sure your records are good, because you will never be able to put it all back the way it was. In a hundred years if another archaeologist wants to know how it all was, your notebook will be the only way for him to find out."