1/1. Sam was a trained professional, she was a soldier, and concussion or no he never had a chance of winning. He watched her spar with Jack, afterwards, and he knew that for sure. After some thought – and thanking Sam, of course, for preventing him from getting his head blown off – Daniel realized what he was dealing with.

Teal’c, Jack, and Sam were all soldiers. They were all completely capable of physically overtaking Daniel and forcing him to cooperate. He’d always kind of known that about Teal’c – um, big Jaffa – and Jack – also big and also frequently impatient and grabby. But he’d never really cached it in terms of military versus civilian.

It made Daniel feel oddly vulnerable, and he recognized the dissonance of having that response to the realization that his team were well-trained members of the military who were able to protect him. It might have had something to do with years of anthropological theory about structural violence and the state apparatus rattling around in Daniel’s skull, but all it made Daniel do was hit the weight room a couple more times a week, take Teal’c up on the offer of hand-to-hand combat instructions, and no longer resist Jack’s efforts to teach him to shoot straight.

He knew he was still a civilian, but he felt like a slightly better civilian after taking those steps.