Stargate SG1; fic - "Somewhere Between Heaven & Hell" - Daniel/Janet (teen)
Entry 3 of 3 for Round 13 of rounds_of_kink, posted here for archival purposes. It was supposed to have been posted Oct 15, but life got in the way.
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Title: Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell
Author: tres_mechante
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Summary: The members of SG-1 weren’t the only ones to get a visit from Daniel while he was ascended.
Pairing/character: Daniel Jackson/Janet Fraiser
Rating: FRT (Teen)
Disclaimer: Characters were merely borrowed and will be returned in reasonable operating condition. No infringement intended. No profit made. No point suing.
Word count: 1,190 approx.
Prompt: Any fandom; Any pairing; writer’s choice of kink; is it a punishment or an incentive; requested by oldsoul56
Kink: angst
Notes/Warnings: angst; ascended!Daniel; angst --- written under tight time constraints
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Daniel sat in the booth with his back to the door. Jack would have had a fit, of course; it was a strategically stupid thing to do. However, Daniel was reasonably certain of his safety - at least, for the moment.
His musings were interrupted by a woman’s voice. “I’m pleased that you have adjusted so well. We all are.” Oma Dasala slid into the seat across from him.
“Well, as long as you’re happy.” Daniel gestured to the diner at large. “So, why am I here now? Are you going to reward me with an extra helping of pie?”
Oma smiled indulgently. “This physical construct comes from you - a way to help you transition from one plane to the next. If you desire pie, it is yours.”
Daniel scoffed, but nodded his thanks out of habit when Oma refilled his cup.
“In time, Daniel, you will see that our way is the right way; there is no other. Ties to the physical realm will inevitably be severed, and this” she gestured around her “will no longer be needed.”
“Those ties are part of me; they what make me who I am.”
“Those ties are holding you back, keeping you from being who you are to be.”
“You mean, who you want me to be.”
Oma lowered her head for a moment. When she looked up she said, “You are so much more now. The knowledge of the ages belongs to you. Has that not been one of your quests - to know?”
Daniel nodded. “To gain knowledge and understanding, yes - through discovery, through work and study.”
“And now it is yours for the asking.”
“I did not ask for any of this!”
“Would you rather you had been left to die?”
“I did die - well my body did, I think. But the point is I can’t let anyone I’m alright.” Daniel’s voice softened. “I couldn’t even say goodbye.”
Oma reached across the table to take his hand. “You were given time with your Colonel O’Neill, to reassure him, to bid farewell.”
“But not to everyone, not to all the ones who mattered - matter.”
“They would not understand, just as Colonel O’Neill did not understand.”
“Maybe not, but he respected my choice.”
“Then you admit this was your choice.”
Daniel lapsed into frustrated silence.
Oma sat back and let Daniel sort out his thoughts.
Daniel fiddled with his coffee cup. “I just miss them so much.”
“One more than the others?” It was not really a question.
Daniel pressed his lips together, refusing to respond.
Oma shook her head slightly. “Even if you could go back, nothing would be as it was. Daniel, you are not the same.”
Daniel disagreed. “I haven’t changed. Yes, I might know more, see more of the big picture, but I am still me in every way that matters.”
“Perhaps,” smiled Oma.
Daniel was no longer in the diner. He stood in a dark room, alone as far as he could tell.
Turning around slowly, he tried to get his bearings. When he took his first step, he whacked his shin on something. The familiarity of that told him where he was. This was Janet’s house, and he’d bruised himself on that low table more than once over the last year or so, he thought as he rubbed his shin.
That stopped him cold.
Tentatively, he reached out and nudged the vase. It moved. The shock of it almost brought him to his knees. “Oma, what are you up to?”
Daniel hesitated for only a moment before walking to the master bedroom. The room was in shadow, but the bright moon cast soft light across the bed.
“Janet,” he whispered, gazing at the woman curled up on the bed.
He walked to the side of the bed and carefully sat beside Janet. She looked surprisingly young in repose; lines of worry and concentration were smoothed away until all that remained was...Janet, not Dr. Fraiser.
He carefully reached out to push back the wisps of hair that fell across her face. She did not stir. Emboldened by this, he brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek, marvelling at the warmth of skin after so much time without human contact.
Janet murmured and shifted position, burrowing deeper into her pillow.
Daniel pulled back his hand and smiled slightly. She really did look young, and somehow fragile, not at all like the powerhouse who ruled the infirmary.
His eyes travelled to the hint of breast revealed by her nightgown. He’d always loved her curves - they had comforted and aroused him by turns many times over the years. His occasional lover made for a very comfortable pillow, he thought, remembering nights when he’d fallen asleep against her bosom.
“Wake her.”
Daniel looked across the bed to see Oma standing in the shadows. He frowned in confusion.
Oma gestured to the sleeping woman. “Wake her. Explain to her what has happened and say your farewell. You have until the new day breaks.” Having had her say, Oma was no longer there.
A glance at the clock told him that dawn was only a few hours away. And still Daniel sat, not moving or speaking.
Was it fair to wake Janet? Would she even believe he was really here or would he spend precious time trying to convince her that this was not a dream? A part of him hungered for her, for any contact, something that would hopefully see him through an eternity without her. Another part of him was afraid that he would end up tormented rather than comforted. And then there was Janet to consider. Would she welcome a visit from him now, or had she found some sort of peace and his presence would just screw her up again?
Daniel’s head bowed under the weight of all these considerations. While the possible actions and consequences chased themselves around his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder about Oma’s part in this.
Was this supposed to be a gift, a reward of some sort? Perhaps she thought it was some kind of incentive to be a good little Ascended. On the other hand, maybe this was punishment for not towing the line. The agony of indecision was certainly enough to tip the scales toward punishment.
With something akin to horror, Daniel realized that he’d spent his precious few hours warring with himself. His indecision had left him paralyzed - mind, body and soul.
The change in the sky’s hue told him daybreak was imminent. Daniel leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Janet’s cheek. He whispered to her, “I’m so sorry I left you, Janet. I’m fine and if I can, I will come back one day. I promise.”
Janet began to stir, and as the new day broke, Daniel placed a kiss upon her lips - a kiss neither fully felt as Daniel faded away just as Janet’s eyes blinked open.
Daniel stared at the slice of pie in front of him. He was back in the booth of the diner, but the place was empty and the lights dim. The echo of a whisper surrounded him, comfort and torment both.
“Daniel...”
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Title: Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell
Author: tres_mechante
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Summary: The members of SG-1 weren’t the only ones to get a visit from Daniel while he was ascended.
Pairing/character: Daniel Jackson/Janet Fraiser
Rating: FRT (Teen)
Disclaimer: Characters were merely borrowed and will be returned in reasonable operating condition. No infringement intended. No profit made. No point suing.
Word count: 1,190 approx.
Prompt: Any fandom; Any pairing; writer’s choice of kink; is it a punishment or an incentive; requested by oldsoul56
Kink: angst
Notes/Warnings: angst; ascended!Daniel; angst --- written under tight time constraints
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Daniel sat in the booth with his back to the door. Jack would have had a fit, of course; it was a strategically stupid thing to do. However, Daniel was reasonably certain of his safety - at least, for the moment.
His musings were interrupted by a woman’s voice. “I’m pleased that you have adjusted so well. We all are.” Oma Dasala slid into the seat across from him.
“Well, as long as you’re happy.” Daniel gestured to the diner at large. “So, why am I here now? Are you going to reward me with an extra helping of pie?”
Oma smiled indulgently. “This physical construct comes from you - a way to help you transition from one plane to the next. If you desire pie, it is yours.”
Daniel scoffed, but nodded his thanks out of habit when Oma refilled his cup.
“In time, Daniel, you will see that our way is the right way; there is no other. Ties to the physical realm will inevitably be severed, and this” she gestured around her “will no longer be needed.”
“Those ties are part of me; they what make me who I am.”
“Those ties are holding you back, keeping you from being who you are to be.”
“You mean, who you want me to be.”
Oma lowered her head for a moment. When she looked up she said, “You are so much more now. The knowledge of the ages belongs to you. Has that not been one of your quests - to know?”
Daniel nodded. “To gain knowledge and understanding, yes - through discovery, through work and study.”
“And now it is yours for the asking.”
“I did not ask for any of this!”
“Would you rather you had been left to die?”
“I did die - well my body did, I think. But the point is I can’t let anyone I’m alright.” Daniel’s voice softened. “I couldn’t even say goodbye.”
Oma reached across the table to take his hand. “You were given time with your Colonel O’Neill, to reassure him, to bid farewell.”
“But not to everyone, not to all the ones who mattered - matter.”
“They would not understand, just as Colonel O’Neill did not understand.”
“Maybe not, but he respected my choice.”
“Then you admit this was your choice.”
Daniel lapsed into frustrated silence.
Oma sat back and let Daniel sort out his thoughts.
Daniel fiddled with his coffee cup. “I just miss them so much.”
“One more than the others?” It was not really a question.
Daniel pressed his lips together, refusing to respond.
Oma shook her head slightly. “Even if you could go back, nothing would be as it was. Daniel, you are not the same.”
Daniel disagreed. “I haven’t changed. Yes, I might know more, see more of the big picture, but I am still me in every way that matters.”
“Perhaps,” smiled Oma.
Daniel was no longer in the diner. He stood in a dark room, alone as far as he could tell.
Turning around slowly, he tried to get his bearings. When he took his first step, he whacked his shin on something. The familiarity of that told him where he was. This was Janet’s house, and he’d bruised himself on that low table more than once over the last year or so, he thought as he rubbed his shin.
That stopped him cold.
Tentatively, he reached out and nudged the vase. It moved. The shock of it almost brought him to his knees. “Oma, what are you up to?”
Daniel hesitated for only a moment before walking to the master bedroom. The room was in shadow, but the bright moon cast soft light across the bed.
“Janet,” he whispered, gazing at the woman curled up on the bed.
He walked to the side of the bed and carefully sat beside Janet. She looked surprisingly young in repose; lines of worry and concentration were smoothed away until all that remained was...Janet, not Dr. Fraiser.
He carefully reached out to push back the wisps of hair that fell across her face. She did not stir. Emboldened by this, he brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek, marvelling at the warmth of skin after so much time without human contact.
Janet murmured and shifted position, burrowing deeper into her pillow.
Daniel pulled back his hand and smiled slightly. She really did look young, and somehow fragile, not at all like the powerhouse who ruled the infirmary.
His eyes travelled to the hint of breast revealed by her nightgown. He’d always loved her curves - they had comforted and aroused him by turns many times over the years. His occasional lover made for a very comfortable pillow, he thought, remembering nights when he’d fallen asleep against her bosom.
“Wake her.”
Daniel looked across the bed to see Oma standing in the shadows. He frowned in confusion.
Oma gestured to the sleeping woman. “Wake her. Explain to her what has happened and say your farewell. You have until the new day breaks.” Having had her say, Oma was no longer there.
A glance at the clock told him that dawn was only a few hours away. And still Daniel sat, not moving or speaking.
Was it fair to wake Janet? Would she even believe he was really here or would he spend precious time trying to convince her that this was not a dream? A part of him hungered for her, for any contact, something that would hopefully see him through an eternity without her. Another part of him was afraid that he would end up tormented rather than comforted. And then there was Janet to consider. Would she welcome a visit from him now, or had she found some sort of peace and his presence would just screw her up again?
Daniel’s head bowed under the weight of all these considerations. While the possible actions and consequences chased themselves around his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder about Oma’s part in this.
Was this supposed to be a gift, a reward of some sort? Perhaps she thought it was some kind of incentive to be a good little Ascended. On the other hand, maybe this was punishment for not towing the line. The agony of indecision was certainly enough to tip the scales toward punishment.
With something akin to horror, Daniel realized that he’d spent his precious few hours warring with himself. His indecision had left him paralyzed - mind, body and soul.
The change in the sky’s hue told him daybreak was imminent. Daniel leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Janet’s cheek. He whispered to her, “I’m so sorry I left you, Janet. I’m fine and if I can, I will come back one day. I promise.”
Janet began to stir, and as the new day broke, Daniel placed a kiss upon her lips - a kiss neither fully felt as Daniel faded away just as Janet’s eyes blinked open.
Daniel stared at the slice of pie in front of him. He was back in the booth of the diner, but the place was empty and the lights dim. The echo of a whisper surrounded him, comfort and torment both.
“Daniel...”
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