1. Joanna Beck, a graduate student getting some fieldwork in with his father, was the first to grab Daniel when the cover stone fell, an arm around his chest that only restrained him because she was tall and he was hysterical. She sat with him for hours in a room full of arrowheads while the other workers shouted to each other and scrambled to lift the stone, while the ambulance arrived in a blare of sirens right outside the loading dock and the EMTs ran past them with an echoing clatter of booted footsteps on the cool marble.
She held onto him for a long time, crying into his hair and promising that it would be okay, but Daniel was eight years old and not an idiot. His parents were dead and he didn’t need to be told; he was alive, but it didn’t feel like it.
2. Teal’c had a choice and he chose Daniel, and after a while, when Daniel said that he forgave him for Sha’re – for everything that had happened to Sha’re – he meant it. That didn’t stop the dissonance in his head that stretched on for a long time afterwards, a constant undercurrent: Should have been me, should have been me.
3. They would never understand it – Jack, particularly, would never understand it – but even though he ‘died,’ ascension was not death. It was closer to the opposite, in fact.
But they would never understand, and even if they could, he could never explain.
4. The blast missed him by not even a foot – eight inches, maybe, and all Daniel felt was a sudden flash of heat that passed as quickly as it came. He told himself that probably Janet didn’t feel anything either, even if he never could really believe it.
5. One time, SG-1 raced across the galaxy in a frighteningly old cargo ship they had picked up in the equivalent of an interplanetary junk yard, managing at the last minute to destroy a alien vessel set on a collision coarse with Earth and bearing sophisticated bio-weaponry that would have exploded into the atmosphere on impact.
Daniel was stretched out on his couch at the time, dozing in the late afternoon sun with a newspaper across his chest and, since Jack hadn’t happened to walk by since he had fallen asleep, his glasses jammed into the side of his face. They were still in touch with the SGC, got vague updates sometimes on the status of certain personnel, but mostly they didn’t know much of anything about any given mission.
Daniel napped, and later he would wake up and make spaghetti for dinner since neither of them particularly felt like cooking, and after they’d play a few rounds of chess and go to bed, and he would never know how close they had come to the end. Again.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Five ways Daniel Jackson didn't die
Date: 2007-02-18 09:28 am (UTC)She held onto him for a long time, crying into his hair and promising that it would be okay, but Daniel was eight years old and not an idiot. His parents were dead and he didn’t need to be told; he was alive, but it didn’t feel like it.
2. Teal’c had a choice and he chose Daniel, and after a while, when Daniel said that he forgave him for Sha’re – for everything that had happened to Sha’re – he meant it. That didn’t stop the dissonance in his head that stretched on for a long time afterwards, a constant undercurrent: Should have been me, should have been me.
3. They would never understand it – Jack, particularly, would never understand it – but even though he ‘died,’ ascension was not death. It was closer to the opposite, in fact.
But they would never understand, and even if they could, he could never explain.
4. The blast missed him by not even a foot – eight inches, maybe, and all Daniel felt was a sudden flash of heat that passed as quickly as it came. He told himself that probably Janet didn’t feel anything either, even if he never could really believe it.
5. One time, SG-1 raced across the galaxy in a frighteningly old cargo ship they had picked up in the equivalent of an interplanetary junk yard, managing at the last minute to destroy a alien vessel set on a collision coarse with Earth and bearing sophisticated bio-weaponry that would have exploded into the atmosphere on impact.
Daniel was stretched out on his couch at the time, dozing in the late afternoon sun with a newspaper across his chest and, since Jack hadn’t happened to walk by since he had fallen asleep, his glasses jammed into the side of his face. They were still in touch with the SGC, got vague updates sometimes on the status of certain personnel, but mostly they didn’t know much of anything about any given mission.
Daniel napped, and later he would wake up and make spaghetti for dinner since neither of them particularly felt like cooking, and after they’d play a few rounds of chess and go to bed, and he would never know how close they had come to the end. Again.