Stargate SG-1 Ficlet: Descension
Title: Descension
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Daniel really should be getting used to returning to human form, the number of times he’s done it.
Word Count: 477
Written For: magickmoons’s prompt ‘Stargate: SG-1, Daniel, coming back from the dead (again): head, shoulders, knees, and toes... yep, they're all there,’ at fic_promptly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate: SG-1, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
First he ascends, and then he descends, like some bizarre kind of existential yoyo; it’s getting to be a habit. That’s not a complaint, he still has unfinished business on earth. He can’t just walk, or float, away and leave it for someone else to deal with; there’s Jack to be kept out of trouble at the very least.
‘So what does that make me?’ Daniel wonders. ‘Jack’s own personal guardian angel?’ Maybe. Lord knows sometimes he needs one, with all the scrapes he gets himself into. Having Teal’c as an unofficial bodyguard isn’t always enough.
So, as much fun as being one of the ascended might be, intellectually speaking, he can’t afford to stick around for too long. Time to descend, re-take human form, whatever. Here we go again!
There’s a moment of uncertainty; did it work or not? Daniel is solid again, with an actual corporeal body, or he thinks he is, but a quick inventory might be in order, just to be sure.
Head? Yes, good start, the head is important. Without it he’d have nowhere to keep his eyes, not to mention his brain. Head leads to neck then shoulders, and from there to arms, hands, ten fingers… Well, strictly speaking it’s eight fingers and two thumbs, which sounds right. Okay, so far so good. What comes next? Body, butt, and… other parts, all present and correct. Legs, with knees in the middle so they bend… Good. Feet on the bottom for walking, complete with toes… ten of those too, the toes, not the feet. He’s always a little worried he might end up with a few too many, and then how would he get shoes to fit? Descension isn’t what you’d call an exact science; so few people have ever done it, and most of those only once. He should be better at it, considering all the practice he’s had.
Anything missing? Physically he seems to be all here, but…
Clothes? No. of course not, that would be too much to hope for. Coming back naked is one thing he’s sure he’ll never get used to, no matter how many times he does it.
“Daniel? That you?” Jack’s voice, coming from the open doorway, is welcome. Sort of.
“Were you expecting someone else?” Okay, a bit snippy, but he’s naked and feeling a little chilly. He rubs his hands up and down his bare arms and hugs himself, trying to generate some warmth.
“Are you naked?” is Jack’s next question.
“Unfortunately. Don’t suppose you happen to have some clothes handy?”
“I… might. Don’t go anywhere; I’ll be right back.”
“I’m naked. Where would I go?”
“Ah. Good point. I’ll just…” Jack leaves, closing the door behind him, leaving Daniel alone, in the dark, and naked.
‘Story of my life, or should that be lives?’
He’d have to try harder not to get himself killed this time.
The End
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Daniel really should be getting used to returning to human form, the number of times he’s done it.
Word Count: 477
Written For: magickmoons’s prompt ‘Stargate: SG-1, Daniel, coming back from the dead (again): head, shoulders, knees, and toes... yep, they're all there,’ at fic_promptly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate: SG-1, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
First he ascends, and then he descends, like some bizarre kind of existential yoyo; it’s getting to be a habit. That’s not a complaint, he still has unfinished business on earth. He can’t just walk, or float, away and leave it for someone else to deal with; there’s Jack to be kept out of trouble at the very least.
‘So what does that make me?’ Daniel wonders. ‘Jack’s own personal guardian angel?’ Maybe. Lord knows sometimes he needs one, with all the scrapes he gets himself into. Having Teal’c as an unofficial bodyguard isn’t always enough.
So, as much fun as being one of the ascended might be, intellectually speaking, he can’t afford to stick around for too long. Time to descend, re-take human form, whatever. Here we go again!
There’s a moment of uncertainty; did it work or not? Daniel is solid again, with an actual corporeal body, or he thinks he is, but a quick inventory might be in order, just to be sure.
Head? Yes, good start, the head is important. Without it he’d have nowhere to keep his eyes, not to mention his brain. Head leads to neck then shoulders, and from there to arms, hands, ten fingers… Well, strictly speaking it’s eight fingers and two thumbs, which sounds right. Okay, so far so good. What comes next? Body, butt, and… other parts, all present and correct. Legs, with knees in the middle so they bend… Good. Feet on the bottom for walking, complete with toes… ten of those too, the toes, not the feet. He’s always a little worried he might end up with a few too many, and then how would he get shoes to fit? Descension isn’t what you’d call an exact science; so few people have ever done it, and most of those only once. He should be better at it, considering all the practice he’s had.
Anything missing? Physically he seems to be all here, but…
Clothes? No. of course not, that would be too much to hope for. Coming back naked is one thing he’s sure he’ll never get used to, no matter how many times he does it.
“Daniel? That you?” Jack’s voice, coming from the open doorway, is welcome. Sort of.
“Were you expecting someone else?” Okay, a bit snippy, but he’s naked and feeling a little chilly. He rubs his hands up and down his bare arms and hugs himself, trying to generate some warmth.
“Are you naked?” is Jack’s next question.
“Unfortunately. Don’t suppose you happen to have some clothes handy?”
“I… might. Don’t go anywhere; I’ll be right back.”
“I’m naked. Where would I go?”
“Ah. Good point. I’ll just…” Jack leaves, closing the door behind him, leaving Daniel alone, in the dark, and naked.
‘Story of my life, or should that be lives?’
He’d have to try harder not to get himself killed this time.
The End