ETA Set 12 (Themed Round: Daniel) Prompt Compilation:

12.01 Daniel's first five languages.

12.02 Five things Daniel left on Abydos.

12.03 Five things Daniel misses about having long hair.

12.04 Five Goa'uld that Daniel wishes he'd had the chance to meet.

12.05 Five things Daniel touched that thrilled him.

12.06 Five laws Daniel broke.

12.07 Five things Daniel does when he can't sleep.

12.08 Five critical mistakes Daniel has made in translation.

12.09 Five ways Daniel improves Atlantis.

12.10 Five ways Daniel Jackson didn't die.




Five ways Daniel Jackson didn't die.


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From: [identity profile] vain-glorious.livejournal.com


2. Of asphyxiation, in a military prison cell deep in Area 51.

Three days after Sha’re died, Daniel left the SGC.

Or rather, he tried to leave it.

Very shortly after that, men in dark suits showed up at his door to politely request that he return to his position. Daniel declined, not rudely, but firmly, and asked them to leave. He was packing up his apartment, having told Jack, Sam, and Teal’c on their respective and collective visits that he was going to a dig in Egypt for the foreseeable future. Yeah, he was disgraced, but he could still wield a shovel. As long as he didn’t try to write about it, he had friends who needed dirt moved.

And the men stayed polite when they told him that he possessed knowledge classified by the U.S. government, and it wasn’t in the best interest of national defense for the holder of such information to go traipsing off into countries with unfriendly factions and high rates of kidnapping.

Daniel shifted in his seat. “You can’t prevent me from leaving the SGC or the country. I’m not in the military. I’m a civilian and I resigned.”

“Your services are still needed.” Said the man with the mustache, and his eyes flicked to the left of Daniel.

He had the instincts to dive to the right, but not the speed or strength to fight off the arms that grabbed and wrenched him back up, stabbing something small and burning through the sleeve of his t-shirt.

Daniel woke up in a cell. His clothes were gone, replaced with a thin grey cotton set that screamed uniform. He wasn’t restrained, which was something,

When Mustache Man came to see him, Daniel tried to make amends.

“I didn’t realize how serious you were,” he said, sitting on his small grey cot. “I’ll go back to SG-1.”

Mustache shook his head. “No. Our psychological profile indicates you’re a flight risk.”

“Where would I run to?” Daniel retorted. “Abydos’s gate is buried.”

“We don’t know,” Mustache said. “That’s why we can’t let you go.”

Two hours later, Daniel used his new grey pants to hang himself from a beam in the ceiling.

3. 3. Of exposure, on a planet with no known designation.

Because this time, Mustache Man hadn’t thought of the fact that a Daniel Jackson working under duress would be a Daniel Jackson that didn’t stick around for very much longer.

His very first mission back with SG-1 was his last. They gave him first watch, and he left them a note detailing the visit he’d received at home and said goodbye.

Then, Daniel took his pack and went through the gate. He didn’t pick any address, just hit the DHD symbols at random. There was no way they’d follow him if even he didn’t know where he was going. And he survived the wormhole – didn’t hit an iris or anything.

But the planet he came out on, cold, empty, and dark as it was, didn’t have a DHD.
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