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I am a late comer on this ship, I know. I pretty much was turned onto Stargate when I was injured (for my own stupidity I assure you) and I took to the Netflix to find something to occupy myself. I discovered that one of my favorite movies of all time had been made into a TV show, so I started to watch. And fell in love. With Daniel Jackson. Madly. Not just Michael Shanks (although I am fairly certain that he is a Grecian God - oh dear lord....) but the character himself. Then came seasons 9 and 10 and I was just upset by the whole thing. I love Claudia Black and the scenes were fun, but really? Her? That is what they decided he would end up with? Ugh. I mean really, what would they talk about, ever? So, I made him someone. This is your warning. This is sorta a Mary Sue. Sorta because a Mary Sue is Ms. Perfect and while Adrienne seems perfect at first she is NOT. By a stretch. She needs someone like him as bad as he needed someone like her. This is their love story.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Daniel thoughts...Surprise Package "I did something I shouldn't"



I did something last night that I shouldn’t have.

It was late, how late I can’t be sure, but late enough where I was barely coherent heading to bed. It was one of those nights that my owning an apartment off base didn’t even seem to be worth it, so I shut down what I was doing and just headed back to my quarters. But I couldn't sleep, I really can't much anymore but I feel better when I'm not alone. So I went to Adrienne's room, and I went there to sleep...with her. 

She's a very sound sleeper, very very sound sleeper, and she will kiss my cheek goodnight and turn her back to me, but not for long. Once she's asleep, she rolls over and curls herself into me, wrapping her arm around me. She does it every single time, without fail, and I let it happen. In fact, it's why I go down there because I want it to happen. I want to be held, I want her to hold me and I want her close because when she does, then I can really sleep. She makes me feel so accepted and while she may tease me, it's never hurtful or mean and she doesn't want anything from me but my friendship which, now that we are friends, makes me feel even more cared about. To her, anyone she cares about is family, and she'll fight anyone to make that point. She actually seems to hold me a touch higher than everyone else now and will lash out or make a defensive and intelligent remark to anyone that does anything against me, even if they are kidding. I smile more with her, I enjoy being around her and I want to know what she is doing when we're not together. She's brilliant on top of all of that, and I want to listen to her theories and share with her my own because she understands like no one else has before.  

Maybe Jack's right? I keep pushing the thoughts aside but maybe he's right. Maybe I am in love with her. Is that what this feels like? I mean, I did love Shar'e and this is close in many ways but also so different. I can't explain it and I feel like an idiot trying to. So, I did it again, went and found comfort in the arms of a woman for reasons I don't understand. Is it wrong? Am I taking advantage of her? What if she knows what she is doing and one night whispers in my ear that she loves me. Do I answer? Do I love her? I can't think rationally when it comes to Adrienne anymore, if I think that she's in trouble, I panic, I fall apart, I can't think rationally. 

I'd better put this away. It's after nine, but not by much, so she'll be here soon with a cup of coffee for the both of us and a classic Adrienne excuse. And I'll try to not laugh at her, but I will, and I'll try to not sit her and daydream and wish that we were back in her room with her asleep lying so close to me. I'll just sit here and try to act like I have a clue as to what is going on with me. 

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Alternate Idea - What if Addy hadn't been hired as his assistant

Daniel scanned the stone again, curing the fact that Sam wasn't able to send it to his lab. Instead, here he was, in a barely visited section of the Museum of Natural History, trying to compare notes in a file folder to scribbles behind plexiglass.

"This is bullshit," he spat, turning to leave and try to get her to call one more time, see if Jack could get the damn thing moved when he stumbled, slamming into something...

"Ow, sorry, sir are you alright?" a Southern accented voice asked, hands gripping his shoulders and setting him upright. He felt like an idiot, his nose stuck into a folder yet again, but the woman didn't seem to be worried about herself, as her pale face scanned him to see if there was anything wrong.

"You ok?" she continued, "we're supposed to be closing up soon and I was coming down to let any guests know..." she back up, dark beguiling eyes looking him up and down again, slightly nervous. She must have thought he was on something, that happened here sometimes he knew, and he shook his head, closing the folder but waving it to indicate that he had indeed been working and was not trying to find a private place to drop acid.

"Yeah, sorry, got a little caught up and wasn't looking where I was going..."

Oh no you weren't Daniel, otherwise you would have seen her...

"It's alright, just wanted to let anyone here know that we are closing down in about twenty minutes and we need all guests to start making their way back to the rotunda," she said, Daniel finally catching a glimpse of an ID badge on her chest.

Dr. Adrienne Rowan
Department of Near Eastern Archaeology
Museum of Natural History

Not a guard, he thought, nodding nonetheless at her indication that he needed to begin to move on. 

"Thank you, I don't think I can do anything more anyway," he admitted, waving the folder a second time, "So I'll be out of your way." 

He started to walk away when he her a shuffle behind him and a throat clear, a that accented voice, Southern but more, speaking yet again. 

"Is there something you needed help with sir?" she asked politely, "we're a little short staffed on docents but I can try to help." 

Smiling, he shook his head and turned, flashing the front of the folder. 


She chuckled, recognizing the stamp. 

"So does the Department of Homeland Security now think that Ra is going to unless his forces on us? Or is it Zeus they're afraid of?" 

If only you knew...

"It's just some items recovered in the Middle East," he lied deftly, "we're trying to run a comparison and didm''t want to cause a stir." 

"Joking aside," she answered in seriousness, "please tell me that those terrorists are not trying to copy mythology?"

"No," he assured her, a part of him screaming in a way that he didn't understand, "nothing like that, just comparing notes is all." 

She smiled at him, a sparkle emanating from those dark eyes of hers, making him lost his own thoughts for just a brief moment. 

"Well, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask," she said, reaching into the pocket of her dress slack and passing over a card, "It's nice to leave the lab once in a while." 

And with that she was gone, her low heels tapping the tiles of the exhibit until she disappeared around the corner. 

Feeling it was a dead end, Daniel shoved the card into the pocket of his jeans, making his way for the exit. 


"Hey handsome," he heard behind him, peering back to see Vala striding into his lab. He breathed in deeply out of habit, it was still awkward no matter how much he tried to play that it wasn't, and her choice of vocabulary didn't help much in the matter. 

"Hey," he answered, noncommittally, returning back to the folder, that had plagued him for days. 

"I called you last night," she set in, "you didn't answer." 

"I was tired," he replied this time, in haste, "and I thought we talked about that." 

"Not working out and not giving a shit are two entirely different things..." 

Daniel shrugged. 

"Sam said you won't let her hire you an assistant," Vala continued, Daniel pinching his nose under his glasses. 

"Can't find anyone qualified." 

"I said I would help," she added, Daniel frowning in her direction. 

"And you think that's a good idea..."

This time she shrugged. 

"Fine, let's just forget we were ever friends," she spat back, starting to leave when he reached out, grabbing her arm. 

"Look, I'm sorry. This is just awkward for me, still. It's not as if things ended particularly well..."

"No," she cringed at the memory, pulling away, "they didn't. But did you ever stop to think why? After everything Teal'c told us, why?" 

"Yeah," he nodded, "I have." 


"And, like so many things here, so many versions of life that I, that we, have experienced, I just don't think it was meant to be here."

Vala frowned at his answer. 

"It's the best I've got," he added quickly. 

"Guess it doesn't involve screaming, so I should be grateful," she responded, leaning back on his desk, "but I am willing to help. For real this time, no more, well trying." 

"Thanks," he was quiet, his finger tapping the folder. 

"What's that?" she asked as he pushed it away, standing from his desk.

"That is the reason I have drank a cup of coffee in a day," he rubbing his face, "and the reason I am going to take a lap around base before continuing." 

"Want company?" she asked carefully. 

"Not yet," he replied, "still too soon." 

"After six months?" she tried, getting a frown as her reply, "ok, shutting up now." 

"I'll see you later," he said with a wave, walking out of the lab, shoving his hands into his pockets when he felt a stab at his fingernail. 

"Dammit!" he swore, pulling back his throbbing hand and shaking it, noting a hard piece of paper sticking out of his jeans' pocket. 

It was a business card, the name half covered by his pants pocket but visible nonetheless. 

Dr. Adrienne R

"Rowan," he whispered, shaking off the pain to remove the card, "Dr. Adrienne Rowan." 

Twirling the paper in-between his fingers, Daniel changed direction, headed for Jack's office.


Jack get piece sent there, use the Daniel met Addy excuse