Stargate and other fanfiction

Master Post
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Because the Story Cannot Stop
Stargate Odyssey                                      

Virtual Season 11 for Stargate SG1
                                                       ~~Because the story cannot stop.

Episode Two: That Which We Try to Forget
                                          by by Annejackdanny and Cancer  is up and ready to read!
                                                                                    Go. Read. Enjoy!

Episode One: There's No Place Like Home
                                          by iiiieyes and Darcy  is up and ready to read!


Something... for Sid Jack/Daniel (G)
Title: Something

for [personal profile] sid whom I miss and the Thon. Thank you, [personal profile] jdjunkie for such a brilliant idea.

Pairing: Jack/Daniel

Rating: G

Summary: After the apocalypse, this is all that's left.

Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and thought about going back to the cabin for his gloves. It wasn't that cold yet, but by sunset it could be nippy. He decided to tough it out. It wouldn't be that cold, and the cabin was half a mile away. He also didn't know where he'd left his gloves. He'd be fine.

“Cabin” was a generous word for the structure a half a mile away. It was a one-room log building with a fireplace at one end and a bed at the other. It had a small table, two small chairs, and a small window. It was... very small. Carter hadn't been very happy about his choice of location.

“It's too far away from the settlement, sir,” she'd told him.

“It's a mile away, Carter. I can be here in 15 minutes.”

She'd handed him one of the remaining radios. “Make it 10.”

He'd complained about the radio and finally relented just to shut her up.

Carter's new home was also their headquarters. She, as the recently elected mayor of their ragtag band, had a small room in the back of the Quonset that served as the base of operations for the whole community... such as it was. The second Quonset held a kitchen, complete with counters, storage space, and long tables. They had a little propane as well, but they were saving what was left for the coming winter. Winters on P49 986 weren't severe. It was warmer than Minnesota, but colder than Colorado. They did get snow and the occasional blizzard. So they were rationing the propane.

He remembered their first visit to P49 986. It had been Spring.

“Ah, trees,” he said, stepping through the Stargate.

“Did you expect anything else, O'Neill?” Teal'c asked.

“I didn't,” Jack said. “I was just noting.”

“As you do every single time we come to a planet with trees,” Daniel said.

“Except when there's sand,” Carter added. “And then he says, 'Ah, sand.'”

“This is quite true.” Teal'c made his way down the steps to join Carter who was already beside the DHD. “O'Neill's observational skills are always keen.”

“So, Jack, shall we explore the trees?” Daniel had his binoculars out, scanning the treeline to the east.

“If you insist, Daniel. Let's explore the trees.” Jack put on his sunglasses and made his way west, not waiting for the others, including a sputtering Daniel, to follow.

Jack smiled. He missed Daniel so much.

What a quiet, uneventful mission that had been. They'd done an eight mile hike through the trees, past a meadow, over a small hill to a meandering river. Then they'd followed the river for two miles and made camp for the night.

“There's nothing here,” Daniel said, a coffee cup in his hand.


“Trees,” Daniel finished. “Yes, Jack, we got that. But other than trees...”

“Nothing,” Sam said.

“It is, however, quite restful.” Teal'c stood looking at the sun dipping down into the river. The colors—red and orange and gold—shone on the water.

“So tomorrow we head home.” Jack turned over his mug and placed it on a log by the fire. “We'll set watch tonight, just in case, but I don't think we're going to be attacked by anything other than this planet's version of a raccoon... unless the trees start moving or something.”

They didn't have any problems. In the morning when Jack came out of his tent, Daniel and Carter—and possibly Teal'c...although it was always hard to tell with him--were conspiring by the fire.

“Whatcha doin', kids?”

“We're going to leave a cache here,” Daniel said. “Sam wants to leave the camp shovel, I'm going to leave a pencil and one of my journals, and Teal'c's going to leave a couple of energy bars.”

“And you're doing this, why?” Jack asked, thinking that maybe he wasn't awake enough for any of it to make sense.

Carter blushed. “Because it feels like we're the first people to set foot here, and we want to leave something of ourselves behind.”

“We're only ten miles from the 'gate, Carter. There could be whole civilizations we haven't met.”

“Yes, sir, that's true.” But it didn't stop her from giving Daniel the camp shovel and the coffee pot.

Jack thought it was a good thing they were going home because Daniel couldn't live without the coffee pot. He also thought it was a good thing that someone had poured him a cup first. “And how do we explain the loss of our gear?” he asked.

“We slid down a hill and they fell out of our packs,” Daniel said. He put some pencils in a plastic bag along side the spiral-bound notebook. Before he sealed it, he looked at Jack, an eyebrow raised.

“Fine,” Jack said. He took off his cap and handed it to Daniel, who smiled at him as he put it in the bag. Then walked over to a rock a few yards from the river. Using the shovel, he dug a small hole, tucked the bag into it, and filled it back in. He stuck the shovel in the lose dirt.

When they got back to the base, he and Hammond discussed a training facility on a planet with lots of trees.

Two missions later they were pinned down by Goa'uld.

“Fishing pole,” Daniel yelled as a staff blast whizzed past his head.

“What?” Jack yelled. He laid down cover fire for Daniel to dial home.

“When we go back to P49 986, we need to take a fishing pole.” Daniel hit the center button, and they ran through the wormhole, staff blasts impacting the gray walls.

They all rolled down the ramp, but other than a few cuts and bruises they were fine.

“We'll need bait,” Carter said as she dusted herself off.

“Bait, yeah. We'd better not forget bait,” Daniel agreed, out of breath.

“Mosquito repellent,” Teal'c added. “If we are returning, we should bring repellent.”

“I don't remember any bugs, do you?” Carter pulled a leaf out of Daniel's hair.

“Nope, no bugs that I felt.”

Jack looked at all of them. “Beer,” he said. “We'll need beer.”

P49 986 became their “bolt hole.” If a mission went sour, they added things to the list: books for Daniel, tools for Carter, candles for Teal'c, more beer for Jack.

Jack stopped to look at the trees. Teal'c. He'd never know what happened to Teal'c. He took comfort in the fact that Teal'c and Bra'tac were together. But he didn't know what had happened to Chulak or any other planet for that matter. The cold made his eyes water. That happened a lot.

The village was just ahead. He saw the fire in the town square, the space between a large canvas tent and the two Quonsets. Someone had pulled a couple of tables from the mess.

When he found Carter, she was giving directions: “Minimal staff this evening, Walter. I want everyone who can be here, here.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Walter—who'd been with Jack at the Alpha site when the attack came--scampered away to deal with personnel issues.

She saw him and smiled. “General. You're early.”

“It's Jack, remember?”

The smile faded and she stared at him down until he broke.

Samantha, my friend, you're supposed to call me Jack.”

The smile was back. “That wasn't so hard, was it, Jack?”

“No, Sam, it wasn't.” He cleared his throat. They'd been trying to establish a new order here, free of the trappings of the military, but it was hard. Except for a few scientists and support staff who'd made it through the 'gate, everyone was military. It was a hard habit to break—although the discipline had served them well. “So, what can I do to help?”

“Cam seems to think we need more of that poisonous stuff he calls gin. Do you think you could give him a hand?”

“On it.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He waved and went to find Cameron Mitchell.

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Alphabet Soup: What Would Walter Do?
Alphabet Soup: W is for...

What Would Walter Do?

Gen and G (except for a couple of bad words)
Spoilers and a tag for 1969
A little humor, a little angst, about 1600 words

Thanks to Denny for the beta.


It was 0600 when Walter entered the 'gate room. Yeah, the old girl looked just like he'd left her. He took the stairs two at a time and entered the office. His in-box dribbled paperwork and the outbox didn't look much better. What was it with people? He'd only been gone a week. Couldn't this place survive without him for a week? An envelope on the edge of his desk slid gently to the floor. Obviously not. He shrugged off his jacket and got to work.

When Hammond arrived at 0700, Walter was hard at it. “Welcome back, Sergeant. How was your leave?”

Startled, Walter stood. “You're early, sir.”

“I'm doing the same thing you are, sergeant. I'm trying to get to the bottom of the paperwork.

“Yes, sir.”

“How was your leave?” he asked again.

“Good, sir. Thank you. But it's good to be back to work.”

“Glad to have you back, son.”

“Thank you.”

“I think we both need coffee before we do anything else, don't you?”

“I'm on it, sir.”

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October Road (Jack/Daniel--barely a PG)
For the 2014  [community profile] jd_ficathon 

Summary: In October Jack came to the cabin to forget.

Word count: about 9100
Rating: PG (not even that)
This story is not so much an AU as a reset. We're going to go back to the beginning.

Many thanks to [personal profile] ancientmuse   who first beta'd this, and to [personal profile] princessofgeeks  who pushed me to make this better. All remaining mistakes are due to my own stubbornness. Thanks especially to [personal profile] milanthruil  who has waited so long. I'm sorry for the wait, but this thing proved to be more complicated than I expected. I hope you enjoy it.

The best part of being done, by the way, is that now I get to go read all the rest of the stories! Yay!


In October Jack came to the cabin. He spent the month inside, ignoring the lake, the boat, and the leaves falling. He drank until oblivion took him and he couldn't drink anymore. In November he went back to Colorado to sign the divorce papers and then came back to the cabin. His whole life was gone, his wife, his son, and his home. He took his grandfather's gun out of the drawer in the bedside table and loaded it. Each click of a bullet in its chamber echoed in the small room. He turned the chamber, listening to the clicks for an hour. Then he unloaded the gun, put it in the drawer, put the ammo in a box on the closet shelf, and went to take a shower.

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Goodbye, Sid.
I'm missing  [ profile] sid . I didn't even know her. I didn't know where she lived or what she looked like. But she was a big part of my fandom life. I looked forward to her posts about the Indy 500--and I don't even like racing. I looked forward to her comments on things I'd written or things others had written. I really looked forward to her stories. I admired her humor, her insight, her talent.  As others have noted, she was a bright light in the fandom. I want her back.

out from hiding
Hi, all!

Real life has been a whirlwind lately, and I haven't had time to play on the Internets. But I'm still here. I'm going to try to get caught up. How is everybody?

Christmas in my part of the world was lovely but busy, and now I'm looking forward to a couple of days of relaxation. And then some writing? I would like it if there was writing.

*waving from the maelstrom's aftermath*

J is for Jeopardy
J is for Jeopardy can be found here.
After his addiction to the sarcophagus, Daniel plans to leave the team.

Ficathon Follies
I'm working on my ficathon story. It's currently a rambling 4400 words of not much.

I've also been reading authors I love in the hopes of finding inspiration. I think all I did was depress myself.


Fic Rec: Grown Men Don't Freak by Annie D (Jack/Daniel--no more than PG)
Grown Men Don't Freak (about 16,000 words)

Daniel discovers that Jack is gay. Daniel freaks... for  a while.  Daniel gets jealous. Daniel makes his move. It's a charming and occasionally hilarious journey of discovery.

(There are a few grammatical and typographical errors that threw me out of the story for a bit, but on the whole, it's a great read.)

Daniel should have known better to fall asleep in his office. He’d simply forgotten that he had been given downtime due to Sam’s unfortunate mishap, what with the whole Jack thing and the not-freaking-out thing and… thing.

It's Friday. The thirteenth. Friday the 13th. Somebody should write something JackDanielish.

Catching up...
The business (insane business) of real life has stopped for a while, and I've had a chance to do some relaxing things.

I've been digging in my garden (and been eaten by mosquitoes). I found my lawn chairs.

I read a real book with pages and everything: Shards of Honor by Lois McMaster Bujold. Excellent.

I watched a couple of movies: Star Trek: Into Darkness (which was better the second time), and Frozen (which was delightful).

I've cleaned a closet and taken the dog for walks. These are good things.

I've read Stargate fics. Woohoo! I'm not done with the latest Alphabet Soup yet, but I'm working my way through. Fandom is still awesome.

I hope to be more "here" than I've been able to be the last few months.


V is for Vaselov
V is for Vaselov

Written for sg_fignewton's Alphabet Soup
Rated: G (just a couple of bad words)
Word Count: 846
Tag for Lockdown (Season 8: Episode 3)

In Lockdown, Colonel Vaselov, an experienced and decorated Russian officer, comes to join the Stargate program, now under the command of General O'Neill. Unbeknownst to Vaselov, he has been possessed by Anubis, who is trying to escape through the Stargate. Anubis leaves Vaselov and invades Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, and Jack O'Neill, before returning to Vaselov. Vaselov, already dying from the damage caused by the earlier possession, walks through the Stargate and freezes to death on an alien planet.


Jack ran his fingers through his hair and cursed the endless piles of paperwork that paraded across his desk. This... this is why he didn't want to be “the man.” He sighed, scrawled his signature, and reached for the next pile. A knock at the door gave him a momentary reprieve. “Come.”

“Hey.” Daniel stood in the doorway in a smart gray suit and tie.

“What do you want?” Jack snapped.

“Nothing. Why?”

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Just for Fun
These two are amazing: Billy Joel and Jimmy Fallon!

I is for Insight
I is for Insight
for On-world Alphabet Soup hosted by the ever amazing [personal profile] fignewton 

Gen, Friendship, Team,
Maybe PG for a couple of bad words
Episode tag for season 10's The Shroud

“Oh, my,” Daniel sputtered as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “Tell me you didn't.”

“I did,” Sam said. “To a general. And me just barely out of the academy. I thought for sure I was done.”

“What did he do?”

“He said,” and Sam put down her beer bottle so she could place both hands on her hips, “he said, 'Young lady, I may be wrong, but I'm a general. The only people who can tell me I'm wrong are my staff. And you aren't one of them... yet. So keep your opinions to yourself.'”

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Writing Prompt: Cold
dragonfly_sg1  and  joag asked for Daniel with a sprained ankle really wanting some hot chocolate.

~1600 words, team fic, PG to be on the safe side (for a bad word), friendship, fluff, a little bit of angst, a little bit of humor.

Not beta'd so beware.


Sometimes the enemy wasn't flesh and blood.

Jack stood at the entrance of the cobbled-together structure of branches and bowed his head against the rain. “How is he?” he asked Carter who knelt beside a battered and bruised Daniel Jackson.

“He's going to be sore tomorrow, sir.” She applied a last wrapping to Daniel's ankle, before she elevated it on a nearby rock. “How does that feel?”

“Peachy,” Daniel muttered. His arm, also bandaged at the wrist, rested over his eyes. A small patch of color peaked out from under the arm—a polka dot bandage covering a large cut on Daniel's forehead.

“Um, Carter?” Jack asked, waving at the polka dots.

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A New Year
I'm sitting at home with a good plate of spaghetti and a nice glass of wine waiting for the New Year to arrive. In truth, I'll probably be in bed before the new year actually arrives, but nevertheless, I'm here.

I want to do a little writing. Not much but something. A few words to start the year right. So, give me a prompt and I'll try to do a hundred words. Jack and Daniel fic works; friendship works.

Give me an idea. No promises, you understand, but maybe I could write something.

The Watchers
Title: The Watchers
Author: GateGremlyn
Summary: What they see.
Word Count: 2700
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I keep asking. Still not making any money.
Written For: goth_clark 
Requirements: first time, season 3, (off-world—which I couldn't do) Restrictions: no deathfic, no mpreg
Notes: set at the end of season 3 after Crystal Skull; spoilers for a lot of season
Written for the 2013 [ profile] jd_ficathon 

Also on Archive of Our Own


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My  [ profile] jd_ficathon   story is late. I haven't forgotten, nor have I stopped writing, but real life has been a bear lately. It will be done by the end of the week. Honest. In the meantime, there is much deliciousness to be enjoyed... which I won't do until I'm done with mine.

Without This Soul
Title: Without This Soul
Author: GateGremlyn
Word count: ~3000
Rating/Warning: PG for some bad language
Spoilers:1.19 Tin Man, 4.21 Double Jeopardy
Prompt: Daniel and Jack: What did you do this time?

“What did you do this time?”

“What did I do? What did I do? What I usually do, Jack, and what you seem to have so much trouble letting me do: my job.” Daniel stared at them, unblinking.

“I've never had any trouble letting you do your job as long as you don't do things that get us into trouble.” Jack shook the bars of the cell to illustrate his point. “So what did you do this time?”

“You know, since I'm on the outside of the bars and you're on the inside, maybe you're asking the wrong question.”

“Whatever. Just open the door and get us out of here.”

Daniel stepped back and smiled. “No, I don't think I will.” The door behind him slid open and Daniel slipped through.

After he left, Jack, Sam, and Teal'c stood and stared.


“I don't know, sir. He doesn't look like he's under the influence of anything, not that I can really tell from here.”

“I sense no Goa'uld presence, O'Neill.”

“Then what?” Sam asked. “That's not the Daniel we went through the 'gate with a day ago.”

“Not the Daniel we went through the 'gate with? It was Daniel when we had our mission briefing. A mission briefing for a simple mission to check on Tupelo's people, I might add. It was Daniel when we met for breakfast. It was Daniel when we geared up. It was Daniel when we went though the 'gate and it was Daniel when some energy beam thingy knocked us out. Why the hell wouldn't it be—”

Teal'c's hand on his shoulder stopped his rant.  “I am worried about Daniel Jackson as well.”


“I know, sir.” She moved to the bench on the wall opposite the door and sat down. No one said anything else for a long time.


Twenty-four hours later, when Daniel returned, it was Sam's turn to try to talk to him.

“Get us out of here, please, Daniel.”

“Yeah, and let us use the latrine,” Jack called from the back. “The rusty bucket in the corner thing is gettin' kind of old. Oh, some water would be nice, and maybe a meal.”

“What has happened, Daniel Jackson?”

Daniel ignored everyone but Jack. “Water?” He sounded genuinely surprised. “Yes. Yes, I forgot. I'll bring you some water as soon as I can.”

“And then you'll get us out of here, right?” Sam repeated it slowly.

“Um... not yet. But I will be back with water, I promise.” He was about to say something else when an alarm went off. “I'll be back. Soon.”

And that was the most human thing they'd heard him say.

The alarms had been going off with some regularity since their arrival two days ago. The floors and walls, old and rusted, always felt warm and alive with a buzz or shake that was insistent and annoying. It kept them from getting any sleep. Well, that and being in a jail cell.

When the door opened, Sam pressed herself against the bars and stared after the departing figure.


“I know where we are, sir, I just can't place it. But we've been here before.”


“Wherever here is.”

“That's not very helpful, major.”

She sighed. “I know, sir. I'm working on it.”

“Work a little faster.”


Daniel was true to his word. Within hours he came back with their packs, which he threw into a corner, still out of reach of the team. He slipped the MREs and the bottled water through a slot in the door. He also gave them their emergency blankets and their toiletries. “I'm sorry about the bathroom facilities, but I'm working on it. Will this do for now?”

“What will 'do,' Daniel, is for you to let us out of here. Right now.”

“I can't do that, Jack,” Daniel said.

“Why not?”

“I just can't.” And he was gone again.


It was more than 48 hours before Daniel came back again. During that time, Sam paced except when Jack ordered her to sleep. Teal'c tried to kelno'reem. Jack himself sat on the bench and complained.

When Daniel came back, he had two buckets with him, although neither of them was in any better shape than the one they'd started with. With a “sorry about this” he made them stand against the back wall while he slipped the buckets through the cell door. With a grimace he took the full and foul bucket out.

“Where are we, Daniel? Tell us, please,” Sam pleaded.

Jack pushed her out of the way. “The food—which is a generous description at the best of times--is not going to last us much longer. What about that? Do you know we're hungry here?”

“I'm working on the food situation. But it could take some time, so ration what you've got, okay?”

“We've been rationing,” Jack told him.

“I know,” he said. This time he paced in front of the cell. “I want you to know how sorry I am about all this. Really. But I don't have a choice.”

“Why?” Sam reached a hand through the bars and Daniel jumped back, avoiding her touch. “Why don't you have a choice? Daniel, who's manipulating you? Tell us and let us help.”

“I wish you could,” he said with a wistful smile. “But you can't.”

He opened the door and left before they could say anything else.


Over the next few days, he came in to watch them, sometimes not saying anything. Sometimes he talked to them about things that had happened years ago. He wanted to know about Gairwyn and the Nox and Nem. He wanted to know about the funeral they'd given him after he'd “died,” something Jack had sworn never to reveal.

He brought in MREs a few at a time and carried out buckets of waste. The stench in the room was enough to make all of them, including Daniel, gag.

Then he'd leave, sometimes to tend an alarm, and sometimes he simply walked out the door mid-sentence.

On day six, he brought them the last of the MREs.

On day eight, Sam said, “I know where we are.”


The next time Daniel appeared, all three of them were lined up against the bars ready to plead for their release before they starved. The vibrations had stopped and the metal was now cool. It was oddly disturbing. The alarms became more frequent and that disturbed them more.

But the Daniel they saw wasn't the Daniel they expected. This Daniel was filthy, thin, almost gaunt, with a scruffy beard and a black eye.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Nice to see you too, Jack.”

“Daniel, where's the other Daniel?” Sam asked.

“What? What other Daniel? Carter, what the hell are you talking about?

“Could we save the chit chat for when we're out of this room?” Daniel pleaded. “I know you have questions, but I'd feel better if I had some backup upstairs,” Daniel said.

“Upstairs? Could someone please explain to me what's going on?”

Daniel shook so much the keys in his hands rattled. “You'd think in a building with this much machinery, there'd be a better way to open a door.” Finally, he slipped the key into the lock and the door opened. “We need to be upstairs in the control room now.”

“Why now?” Sam asked.

“You'll see, but hurry.”

Daniel wouldn't say anything else as they scurried through the corridors. Sometimes he had to stop to get his bearings. “Sorry,” he said, “I wasn't allowed out much and I don't want to get us lost. I'm not sure I could get us un-lost if I did.”

They tried to be quiet and let Daniel concentrate, but Sam couldn't help herself. “What did the other Daniel do to you?”

“He, um.... Let's just say he wasn't happy with the way his history played out. Apparently, I didn't do a very good job with his life.”

“Carter, would you please tell me what's going on?” Jack said it as softly as he could considering how frustrated he was.

“We're on Harlan's planet,” Sam said. “The Daniel we were seeing wasn't our Daniel. That— ” she pointed to the exhausted man in front of them “—is our Daniel.”

“There are two Daniels?”

“Sort of.”

“Teal'c, help me out here.”

“The first time we were here, I believe Harlan created two duplicates, one of me and one of Daniel Jackson.”

“What?” Jack's volume earned a glare from Daniel. “That little weasel,” he said more softly. “When I see him, I'm going to kill him.”

“I don't believe that will be necessary, O'Neill. Have you noticed how quiet it is?”

He had. They all had. The building was an empty shell.

“The other Daniel turned everything off,” Daniel said as he looked down a hallway for direction. “Essentially, he left the lights on so that we could find the control room.”

“Why?” Sam asked.

“Because he's here alone. After our doubles died, he and Harlan were the last ones left. Harlan died in an explosion about a year ago, and Daniel's been alone ever since.”

“But why—”

“Because he finally realized he didn't want to be alone,” Daniel said. “Because he couldn't live without the people he loved. He thought he'd be able to keep us here, but that wasn't realistic either. We're out of food and water, and there's no way to get more.”

“How the hell did he find us in the first place?”

“By accident,” Daniel said. “He just happened to be on Tupelo's planet the same time we were. He told me he used to go there sometimes to watch Tupelo's people. Ironic, isn't it?”


“What'd you do this time, Daniel?” Jack said gently.

The Daniel in his arms smiled. “I've always loved it when you said that, even when it made me so mad I could scream. Did you know that? Your double used to say it too. When he was really angry or worried. Most of the time he was just worried. Do you know that we know that about you?”

The real Daniel placed his hand on Jack's shoulder.

“Yeah, I know, although I'm disappointed that I'm so transparent.”

“I'm glad,” Daniel said. “And I'm glad that you two have been friends for so long, that we've been friends for so long.”

“Me too,” Jack said. “Look, are you sure this is what you want to do, Daniel? We could figure out some way to charge your battery and bring you back with us. Carter's good at that stuff.”

“Thanks, Jack, but no. I think I'm ready to let go. I was a 'spare' after you left the first time, not the original and not even the double.”

“Not to be nosy,” Jack said, and both Daniels laughed, “but why didn't Harlan make copies of me and Carter?”

“Because you... your doppelganger... wouldn't let him. I was already in progress when you left so Jack let Harlan finish me, but he wouldn't let Harlan make any more. He destroyed the equipment.”

“Smart guy,” Jack admitted.

“Always was,” the real Daniel said.

The lights flickered as one of the machines behind then sputtered and died. “You guys should go through the 'gate before the power dies completely."

“We will wait with you, Daniel Jackson.”

“We're not going anywhere,” Sam added. “You know us better than that.”

“Yeah, I do know you. Even though it was a long time ago.” Daniel smiled. “And you?” he asked his double.

“You already know I'm not going anywhere,” Daniel assured him.

“I know.” The words were coming slower now. “I'm so sorry about Sha're. So sorry it had to be Teal'c. My Jack and Sam and Teal'c, they didn't know. We always looked for her, Daniel. Every time we went out. I don't know how we didn't know, but we didn't. We looked for her for so long.”

“Thank you,” Daniel said simply.

“I once thought that living a thousand years would be so interesting, to learn new things all the time, but it isn't. Because you never forget anything either, and there's no joy in that. If I have to die, I'm glad it's here with you.” He looked at Jack. “How did the others die? Were you there?”

“Teal'c died avenging his father's death and saving my Teal'c. Carter... Sam died saving us—” Jack waved his hand at the other Sam “—from the Jaffa on Cronus' ship. Jack died being a decoy and giving everybody lip. Pretty much what you'd expect from any Jack.”

“That's what Harlan said. I'm glad. Jack would want to go out fighting.” Robot Daniel started to sound like the robot he was. With each word, his voice slowed to a grinding monotone.

“And Daniel... you... he...” Jack stopped. “I don't have enough pronouns for this. The other Daniel died trying to free the people of Juna. It worked. The SGC is keeping an eye on them now, helping them rebuild.”

“I didn't know about the other Daniel. I'm glad about that, too.” His eyes closed and they all heard the mechanical click as the last of his systems shut down.

After a few minutes, Sam said, “We have to go soon. Air purification won't be working with the power turned off.”

“Yeah.” Jack put down the hand he didn't know he was holding. He had to unfold the stiff fingers. “Yeah, we'd better go. Daniel, you okay?”

“Oh, yeah, watching yourself die is a fun way to end the day.”

“If it's even day. I've lost track of the time.”

“Me too,” Daniel said. But no one moved.

“How did he know about Sha're?” Sam asked.

Daniel shrugged. “He wanted to know about who he was and I told him.”

“And the black eye?”

“I told him he was an asshole,” Daniel said without rancor, “that both of us were selfish, thoughtless bastards from time to time. He knew it was true, but he didn't like it. I think it was then that he figured out he'd have to let us go. I think it's then he decided to go, to choose another path.”

“That's Shifu's line,” Jack said. “Did you tell him about—”

“Sir, speaking of going....”

“Should we take the body with us?” Teal'c asked.

“No,” Daniel said. “He wants to stay here. He told me.”

“Then dial us home, Daniel.”

Jack arranged the body as best he could while Daniel dialed. The body was stiff in a way a human body never could be. Teal'c and Sam collected their weapons and the GDOs, which had been stowed under the control panel.

They were about ready to go when Daniel said, “Oops.”

Jack turned. “Oops? Oops? Daniel, what did you do this time?”

“Nothing, Jack, I'm just messing with you.” With a crooked grin on his tired face, he hit the center crystal with his palm.

The Stargate came to life as Sam wrapped her arms around Daniel. “Don't ever change,” she said.

Jack watched them go through the 'gate. Before stepping through himself, he looked back at the stiff and never-decaying body splayed in the shadow of the 'gate. “Don't ever change, Daniel.”

There was no answer in the silence.


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