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23 June 2011 @ 07:50 pm
Happy Birthday Silvercobwebs!  
Happy Birthday silvercobwebs! So I took your ideas and ran with them, hope you like.

Prompt given was Stargate, Daniel, Jack and Egyptiany stuff (hey, it was your prompt!). Nothing you recognise is mine. Warning for fluff and bonus crossover:


“Danny, you have got to be kidding me!”

Daniel looked up from his work to Jack smiling at him with a look of affectionate exasperation. He also registered that Jack was wearing blue BDU’s, having been wearing black ones the last time they were together.

“You changed your clothes?” Daniel enquired. Jack shook his head.

“Ya think? That’s probably because I’ve slept since we last spoke. I’m guessing you haven’t.”

Daniel looked at his watch and realised that he’d been working all night. He’d been translating a group of ancient Egyptian texts and obviously lost track of time. The texts had nothing to do with the SGC or the Go’auld, it was purely academic, some ancient literature that Daniel had been meaning to get around to for a while.

He grinned sheepishly at Jack as his stomach rumbled loudly. He hadn’t moved from this spot in over twelve hours and now that he was aware of it, so was his body.

“Breakfast?” he asked.

“Sure. And then you can tell me what’s so damn fascinating,” Jack replied and Daniel couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.

Reading Jack was a fine art, one Daniel prided himself on being pretty good at after all this time, but since Jack sounded sarcastic all the time sometimes even Daniel had trouble picking out the honesty from the snark.

They walked to the commissary, the two men falling subconsciously in step with each other as they always did.

“So? What was so fascinating?” Jack asked as they walked.

“You don’t really want to know,” Daniel answered.

“Daniel, when have I ever even pretended to want to know?”

“That’s my point.”


Daniel stopped and looked at Jack, confused utterly.

“Did I wake up in a Marx Brothers’ comedy? Because that conversation made no sense,” he said.

“Daniel,” Jack said as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world “It’s been so long since I saw you lose yourself in a translation like that. Unless the fate of the world was hanging in the balance. So I figured it must be a hell of a story.”

With that, Jack continued along the corridor, leaving a stunned Daniel standing there for a moment until he managed to shake himself and catch up.

He realised that Jack was right. Daniel couldn’t remember the last time he did something just for fun. He was always looking for ways to fight the Go’auld or better understand the Ancients and their technology.

“Let’s go somewhere for dinner and a beer, my treat,” he suggested to Jack as they entered the commissary.

Jack chuckled.

“Sure thing. Barring any unscheduled…”

“Don’t! Don’t say it, don’t even think it!” Daniel admonished Jack and waved a warning finger at him. Jack nodded.

The commissary was thankfully quiet and only a handful of airmen witnessed the exchange, not that Daniel really cared what anyone on base thought of him and his eccentricities.

They got their food; oatmeal for Jack and eggs on toast and a fruit salad for Daniel. Now he realised how long he’d gone without eating, he was famished. Jack got two cups of coffee and they found a table and sat down.

“It was an ancient Egyptian story; Fifth or Sixth Dynasty in origins, although this was an Eighteenth Dynasty copy,” Daniel explained once they were settled. Jack began eating his oatmeal, but he waved his free hand for Daniel to continue. “It’s been largely ignored by the academic community, and nobody has translated it in over fifty years.”

Daniel stopped and ate a mouthful of his eggs. He was giving Jack time to tell him to shut up, but he also didn’t want the eggs to get cold; something all too likely to happen if he launched into a lecture on the text.

“And…?” Jack prompted once he’d swallowed his food. Daniel grinned and pulled out his notebook from the pocket where he’d stashed it.

“About halfway through the text it got pretty interesting. It talked about four demons that looked like men that terrorised the ancient world. They were supposedly immortal and brought with them lightning,” Daniel said, paraphrasing his translation.

Jack perked up at that and looked Daniel in the eyes, interest clear on his face, battling closely with suspicion and disgust.

“Snake-heads?” he asked. Daniel shook his head and smiled.

“That’s what my initial reaction was, but it goes on to say that the gods were afraid of these demons; they were unable to kill them or... I’m not sure of the translation of this part, but I think it means possess them,” Daniel clarified. Jack gave a low whistle.

“A man that can’t be taken as a host.”

“That’s why I was so fascinated,” Daniel agreed, waving his fork at Jack to punctuate his words.

Jack chewed his oatmeal thoughtfully for a moment before replying.

“But it’s just a story,” he said with a note of what sounded like disappointment to Daniel.

“Maybe. But most myth has some basis in fact; it would be amazing if there was a way to prevent being taken as a host. Even if there is no truth to it, it’s fascinating from a literary and historical point of view. It seems to contain the first written references to the Four Horsemen,” Daniel explained.

“Of the Apocalypse?” Jack asked with what Daniel was surprised to hear was still genuine curiosity. He’d assumed Jack would have been fed up and changed the subject by now.

“Except here the apocalypse is localised and more realistic; villages sacked and burned, women raped, men killed, that sort of thing. It’s what makes me think there might be a nugget of truth buried in the story.”

“Just don’t get carried away, Danny. Even if there is any truth to it, the men in this story will be long dead,” Jack said. It was a friendly warning, but Daniel thought he detected something else underneath that. He suddenly got the feeling Jack was keeping something from him; he knew something about this.

Daniel just smiled and nodded, but in his head he was already translating the next passage of the text, it was just too good to let go.
Black Rook: Ceirdwyngrachonok on June 23rd, 2011 06:55 pm (UTC)
Ha. We'll see what he will find:).
But, I don't want to be a pie,: ecumenicalidontlikegravy on June 23rd, 2011 07:00 pm (UTC)
I haven't quite decided yet, but I think that this is set in my 'verse where Jack is a ROG (hence his edginess about Daniel's digging). But it might not be.

Edited at 2011-06-23 07:00 pm (UTC)
The other Weird Al: Highlander - Horsemen; brothersaeron_lanart on June 23rd, 2011 08:21 pm (UTC)
Aw Daniel. And Yay Horsemen! Have you decided if this is L World or not yet? That's a nice hint you've dropped...

Edited at 2011-06-23 08:22 pm (UTC)
But, I don't want to be a pie,: crossoversidontlikegravy on June 23rd, 2011 10:23 pm (UTC)

I'm leaning toward yes at the moment, I think that has potential - from both Jack & Daniel's relationship and Angus' history points of view. I hadn't settled on a canonical timeline for this as I was writing but now I've decided it's set not long before Daniel's ascension. I've got an idea for where to take it from here.

Having said that, I need to focus on Watcher!Abby and ficathon fic at the moment, so even if there is more it will have to wait! *swats bunnies furiously* ;)
Kay: sg1 -- daniel -- puppy eyessilvercobwebs on June 24th, 2011 09:56 pm (UTC)

Yay! Beaming from ear to ear here. Thank you so much! This is fab, a very neat little idea, and you are a clever stick indeed. :D
But, I don't want to be a pie,: stargateidontlikegravy on June 25th, 2011 06:00 pm (UTC)
I'm so happy you like it hon and thank you for prompting me to write for Daniel again, it was fun! :) *hugs*

ETA: oh bugger it, I've forgotten the coding for making the cute little heart. :(

Edited at 2011-06-25 06:03 pm (UTC)
Kay: candygram!silvercobwebs on June 25th, 2011 07:21 pm (UTC)
Fret not!

Remove the spaces from this: & hearts ;

♥ & hugs. :)