SG-1 - Superbly Simple
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Title: Superbly Simple
Genre: Gen, Daniel-centric
Length: 750 words
Rating: PG
Season/Spoilers: Post Season 8
Synopsis: Many suspected Daniel had come back from his latest ascension… changed.
Author’s Notes: For cliche_bingo entry “superpowers”.
Disclaimer: The Stargate characters and universe belong to people with far more money than me. I am making no profit from this.
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It was either the best kept secret in the SGC, or the worst. Everyone suspected, but there was never any actual proof that Doctor Daniel Jackson, the man with the record for the sheer number of times of coming back from the dead, had come back this time... changed.
“He ascended,” was the most common whisper. This was, of course followed by the correction of, “More than once.” He had achieved ultimate enlightenment, raised himself to a higher plane of existence, and yet returned to this one to slum his way through old texts and bits of dust and history. No one knew the reasons or, if they did, no one was talking. Then again, perhaps the most accurate assessment would be that no one had the courage to ask.
People would try to sneak or coerce information out of his teammates, but always to no avail. They Earth’s top team was not known for running around and divulging company secrets, but they were known for their fierce loyalty. Mix the two together, and there was no way Daniel’s secret was getting out, if there even was one in the first place.
One would think that without any collaborating evidence, the rumors would stop. One would be wrong.
While it was true that no one ever once claimed that they saw him do this extraordinary thing or that inhuman feat, there were hints that something greater lay beneath the surface he so readily exposed. The hugely increasing cache of Ancient artifacts that were only ever found if he was with the researching team, the number of near misses that should have by all accounts been fatal, the last minute translations of languages no one had ever seen let alone deciphered that happened to save the day once again - these and more provided the “evidence” people sought, and more than enough fodder for the rumor mill.
There was an incident on P3X-469. SG-3 had been with to help provide recon as SG-1 explored yet another temple that had appeared in a long forgotten text tucked away on a shelf and happened across by a certain archeologist. A seemingly innocuous artifact had exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere and destabilizing the base of the temple. Lieutenant Farnington had helped Teal’c remove the debris to uncover a filthy Doctor Jackson who had thrown himself on top of an unconscious Colonel Carter, shielding her from the worst of the collapse.
Sam had woken when Jackson insisted on treating her head wound himself and walked on her own the two klicks to the gate. No one mentioned the hole in the back of his BDU shirt, or the matching one in the front, both revealing unscathed skin beneath.
It also happened to be SG-3 who was ready to disembark when the alarms sounded for an unscheduled incoming wormhole. Farnington had watched as the iris began to slide shut, and then as Doctor Jackson came tearing into the Gate Room, screaming for people to get out of there.
He had watched through the not yet shut door when the light came pouring in through the last of the open iris, preventing it from closing completely and blasting it away. He watched as the chunks of iris wedged in the blast door, propping it open. He watched as Doctor Jackson stood in the center of it all, light and metal swimming around him as he raised his arms. He watched as a ball of white light flared even brighter, as the gate blinked out and redialed, as the white disappeared through the new swirl of blue, leaving behind one unscathed archeologist, sheepishly adjusting his glasses and walking towards the damaged door.
He listened as Colonel Carter explained to the NID how, unfortunately, the energy from the gate had somehow disrupted all feeds from the room and no audio or video were available to be examined. He listened as the gate techs backed her up, even as he saw them deposit little disks into her hands to be neatly tucked into pockets and never seen again. He nodded along as his commanding officer commented on how lucky Doctor Jackson was to duck and miss getting hit by any of the debris and how odd it was that the weapon seemed to deactivate itself just when it could have caused the most damage.
The coincidence was remarkable.
And from that day on, SG-3 was as protective and closed-lipped as SG-1 when it came to the amazing coincidences surrounding the simple archeologist.
End.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Title: Superbly Simple
Genre: Gen, Daniel-centric
Length: 750 words
Rating: PG
Season/Spoilers: Post Season 8
Synopsis: Many suspected Daniel had come back from his latest ascension… changed.
Author’s Notes: For cliche_bingo entry “superpowers”.
Disclaimer: The Stargate characters and universe belong to people with far more money than me. I am making no profit from this.
~~~~~~~~~~
It was either the best kept secret in the SGC, or the worst. Everyone suspected, but there was never any actual proof that Doctor Daniel Jackson, the man with the record for the sheer number of times of coming back from the dead, had come back this time... changed.
“He ascended,” was the most common whisper. This was, of course followed by the correction of, “More than once.” He had achieved ultimate enlightenment, raised himself to a higher plane of existence, and yet returned to this one to slum his way through old texts and bits of dust and history. No one knew the reasons or, if they did, no one was talking. Then again, perhaps the most accurate assessment would be that no one had the courage to ask.
People would try to sneak or coerce information out of his teammates, but always to no avail. They Earth’s top team was not known for running around and divulging company secrets, but they were known for their fierce loyalty. Mix the two together, and there was no way Daniel’s secret was getting out, if there even was one in the first place.
One would think that without any collaborating evidence, the rumors would stop. One would be wrong.
While it was true that no one ever once claimed that they saw him do this extraordinary thing or that inhuman feat, there were hints that something greater lay beneath the surface he so readily exposed. The hugely increasing cache of Ancient artifacts that were only ever found if he was with the researching team, the number of near misses that should have by all accounts been fatal, the last minute translations of languages no one had ever seen let alone deciphered that happened to save the day once again - these and more provided the “evidence” people sought, and more than enough fodder for the rumor mill.
There was an incident on P3X-469. SG-3 had been with to help provide recon as SG-1 explored yet another temple that had appeared in a long forgotten text tucked away on a shelf and happened across by a certain archeologist. A seemingly innocuous artifact had exploded, sending shrapnel everywhere and destabilizing the base of the temple. Lieutenant Farnington had helped Teal’c remove the debris to uncover a filthy Doctor Jackson who had thrown himself on top of an unconscious Colonel Carter, shielding her from the worst of the collapse.
Sam had woken when Jackson insisted on treating her head wound himself and walked on her own the two klicks to the gate. No one mentioned the hole in the back of his BDU shirt, or the matching one in the front, both revealing unscathed skin beneath.
It also happened to be SG-3 who was ready to disembark when the alarms sounded for an unscheduled incoming wormhole. Farnington had watched as the iris began to slide shut, and then as Doctor Jackson came tearing into the Gate Room, screaming for people to get out of there.
He had watched through the not yet shut door when the light came pouring in through the last of the open iris, preventing it from closing completely and blasting it away. He watched as the chunks of iris wedged in the blast door, propping it open. He watched as Doctor Jackson stood in the center of it all, light and metal swimming around him as he raised his arms. He watched as a ball of white light flared even brighter, as the gate blinked out and redialed, as the white disappeared through the new swirl of blue, leaving behind one unscathed archeologist, sheepishly adjusting his glasses and walking towards the damaged door.
He listened as Colonel Carter explained to the NID how, unfortunately, the energy from the gate had somehow disrupted all feeds from the room and no audio or video were available to be examined. He listened as the gate techs backed her up, even as he saw them deposit little disks into her hands to be neatly tucked into pockets and never seen again. He nodded along as his commanding officer commented on how lucky Doctor Jackson was to duck and miss getting hit by any of the debris and how odd it was that the weapon seemed to deactivate itself just when it could have caused the most damage.
The coincidence was remarkable.
And from that day on, SG-3 was as protective and closed-lipped as SG-1 when it came to the amazing coincidences surrounding the simple archeologist.
End.
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