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pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding
Daniel massaged the bridge of his nose, forefinger and thumb making a familiar "v", one that never seemed to assuage the ache in his forehead. Chuck slumped beside him, reading the database, a small click every thirty seconds or so as he scrolled to a new page. They hadn't had time to feel uncomfortable yet--to shift and fidget and refuse eye ( Read more... ) -
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He hadn't meant to leave, it had just happened...one minute he was pacing his office, picking up artifacts and setting them down again, talking to himself...the usual. Then Teal'c had stopped in, hands behind his back, face his usual solemn mask. Except if you knew him....really knew him, you could see....he was worried out of his mind. ( Read more... ) -
Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away
Day 1- (I have no idea what day it is--galaxy lag ( Read more... ) -
Vigil
The infirmary chairs were even less comfortable than they looked, which was saying a lot, considering how sparse the cusions on the damn things appeared. Daniel had long ago given up on trying to sit in the hard seats, and had slid to the floor beside Steven's bed, a heavy book in his lap. One pale, unbandaged hand hangs over the side of the bed ( Read more... ) -
Animis opibusque parati.......
........Inter arma silent leges
Daniel slung the full duffel over his shoulder, wincing as it thumped against his sore hip--he and Steven had been.....enthusiastic with their hellos, and apparently he really wasn't as young as he used to be. The thought bothered him more than it should--returning to old flames, especially at his age--and most ( Read more... ) -
...at least they have jello.
Atlantis's cafeteria, while superior to Cheyenne Mountain's, was more of an...interesting experience. Daniel had never been shy about eating new and strange foods, hell, he'd eaten things on Abydos that made even Jack turn greenish--not that it'd taken much ( Read more... ) -
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Even with the small map he'd been issued before debarking, and his usual pristine sense of direction, Daniel gets lost three times on the way to the Command Center. To his credit, two of the three times were from finding fascinating architectural artifacts and following the glistenig line of stained glass windows, picking up on the subtle language ( Read more... ) -
Home away from Home
Daniel staggered a few steps under the weight of the combined bags, volume upon volume of text that will probably be useless, snippet after snippet of ancient language, half-formed myth, and half-understood ritual. An airman pushes by him, nearly toppling him, and he stands still a moment, forgetting the heavy weight of knowledge and ignorance on ( Read more... ) -
..recycled air is just as nasty as it sounds.
You know...you'd think hundreds of trips through a sarcophagus, several deaths and ascensions, being exposed to every imaginable alien pathogen, pollen and microbe--even *dying* from radiation poisoning once, would make a man a lot less prone to say, common allergies.
you'd be so vehemently wrongI swear there's someone here on the Daedalus with a ( Read more... ) -
You can never have too many books....or too many clones
Jack stared at the large pile of rucksacks on the floor, shifting his gaze to Daniel, then to the rucksacks and back again before giving his usual "what the shit" smile and tipping his head ( Read more... )