Five times Daniel lied about a translation (1/2)shinealightonmeJuly 11 2009, 09:28:23 UTC
1. "Stupid American tourists."
It isn't like the tourists in question - half a dozen men getting noisily drunk in a Russian bar - haven't been causing a scene, but that still seems a little uncalled for. They're young; they look like they're on a post-graduation trip abroad, and they're leaving ridiculous oversized tips. Mostly harmless, in other words.
They're also just about to leave, and Daniel was breathing a sigh of relief about that when another patron decided he wanted to try to start something, or at the least get in one parting blow before they left.
"What'd he say?" one of the Americans asks, standing unsteadily on his feet and jerking a thumb at the speaker in question.
"Yeah, buddy, you talking to us?"
Daniel just really wants a quiet evening, so he coughs and draws their attention to himself. "He said 'it's getting rather late,' and I have to say I agree with him."
"Oh. Cool. Yeah, guess it is late. You coming, Jay, Manny?" The others mutter their agreement and stand to leave.
"Funny, you know," one of them says to Daniel as they walk past. "It sounded like he said something about America."
Daniel just smiles grimly and waves them toward the door. "Yes, language is funny that way."
2. "Your slave is most lovely, Dr. Jackson. What is her price?"
Daniel manages to stop himself from gaping at P3R-94C's village leader, but just barely. He also manages to keep his gaze from shooting to Sam, but that's harder. Still, he's the closest thing SG-1 has to a diplomat, and he can handle this sort of situation.
"What?"
Well, he can handle it; handling it eloquently might take a minute or two to regain his mental footing.
"I would like to purchase her for my harem," the man explains, and Daniel cringes inside at the thought that they've landed on another one of those planets.
"I'm sorry, she's not for sale."
"Are you certain you could not be persuaded otherwise?" and the guy looks honestly downcast at the rejection. "I would be willing to offer a most extravagant price - to celebrate the successful meeting of our two peoples."
"I'm afraid that isn't my choice to make," Daniel glances at Teal'c for a second. "You see, he is quite…protective of her." Fortunately, Teal'c is quite imposing even without trying. The village leader gets the message and allows them to depart with no further delays.
"So what was that all about?" Jack asks casually as they head away from the village.
"Parting words commemorating the event and expressing an interest in further trade opportunities." It isn't exactly a lie.
"Hey, they keep that naquadah coming, they can have all the trade they want."
Daniel nods in agreement, but makes a mental note to ask Hammond to send the all male SG-4 on the follow-up visit.
3. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me."
"Daniel?" He feels the slight warmth and pressure of a hand on his shoulder and shakes off the last of sleep. "Wake up, Daniel"
"Sam?" Daniel frowns. "What's up?"
There's laughter in her eyes when she answers. "You fell asleep in your office. Again."
"Right." Daniel sits up straight, feeling a crick in his neck, and rolls his head to try and make it go away.
"You okay?" Sam asks, still looking at him fondly but with less overt amusement now. "You were talking in your sleep."
"Really? What did I say?"
"How should I know," she answers, and tries sounding out the words as best she can. "At least, that's what it sounded like. You tell me what it means."
Daniel doesn't really want to have this conversation again. " 'I'm tired, I'm tired, too many trees,' " he says on a whim.
Sam laughs again. "Sounds like your going on missions even in your dreams."
"Sounds like it."
"Go home," she tells him. "Get a real break - no thinking about work while you sleep."
"I'll try," he tells her, and waves her off.
He's just glad he hadn't said Sha're's name, because there's no way he could have lied about what that meant.
It isn't like the tourists in question - half a dozen men getting noisily drunk in a Russian bar - haven't been causing a scene, but that still seems a little uncalled for. They're young; they look like they're on a post-graduation trip abroad, and they're leaving ridiculous oversized tips. Mostly harmless, in other words.
They're also just about to leave, and Daniel was breathing a sigh of relief about that when another patron decided he wanted to try to start something, or at the least get in one parting blow before they left.
"What'd he say?" one of the Americans asks, standing unsteadily on his feet and jerking a thumb at the speaker in question.
"Yeah, buddy, you talking to us?"
Daniel just really wants a quiet evening, so he coughs and draws their attention to himself. "He said 'it's getting rather late,' and I have to say I agree with him."
"Oh. Cool. Yeah, guess it is late. You coming, Jay, Manny?" The others mutter their agreement and stand to leave.
"Funny, you know," one of them says to Daniel as they walk past. "It sounded like he said something about America."
Daniel just smiles grimly and waves them toward the door. "Yes, language is funny that way."
2. "Your slave is most lovely, Dr. Jackson. What is her price?"
Daniel manages to stop himself from gaping at P3R-94C's village leader, but just barely. He also manages to keep his gaze from shooting to Sam, but that's harder. Still, he's the closest thing SG-1 has to a diplomat, and he can handle this sort of situation.
"What?"
Well, he can handle it; handling it eloquently might take a minute or two to regain his mental footing.
"I would like to purchase her for my harem," the man explains, and Daniel cringes inside at the thought that they've landed on another one of those planets.
"I'm sorry, she's not for sale."
"Are you certain you could not be persuaded otherwise?" and the guy looks honestly downcast at the rejection. "I would be willing to offer a most extravagant price - to celebrate the successful meeting of our two peoples."
"I'm afraid that isn't my choice to make," Daniel glances at Teal'c for a second. "You see, he is quite…protective of her." Fortunately, Teal'c is quite imposing even without trying. The village leader gets the message and allows them to depart with no further delays.
"So what was that all about?" Jack asks casually as they head away from the village.
"Parting words commemorating the event and expressing an interest in further trade opportunities." It isn't exactly a lie.
"Hey, they keep that naquadah coming, they can have all the trade they want."
Daniel nods in agreement, but makes a mental note to ask Hammond to send the all male SG-4 on the follow-up visit.
3. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me."
"Daniel?" He feels the slight warmth and pressure of a hand on his shoulder and shakes off the last of sleep. "Wake up, Daniel"
"Sam?" Daniel frowns. "What's up?"
There's laughter in her eyes when she answers. "You fell asleep in your office. Again."
"Right." Daniel sits up straight, feeling a crick in his neck, and rolls his head to try and make it go away.
"You okay?" Sam asks, still looking at him fondly but with less overt amusement now. "You were talking in your sleep."
"Really? What did I say?"
"How should I know," she answers, and tries sounding out the words as best she can. "At least, that's what it sounded like. You tell me what it means."
Daniel doesn't really want to have this conversation again. " 'I'm tired, I'm tired, too many trees,' " he says on a whim.
Sam laughs again. "Sounds like your going on missions even in your dreams."
"Sounds like it."
"Go home," she tells him. "Get a real break - no thinking about work while you sleep."
"I'll try," he tells her, and waves her off.
He's just glad he hadn't said Sha're's name, because there's no way he could have lied about what that meant.
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Third one: Oh, angsty. Poor him.
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Thanks!
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