Untitled Stargate fragment
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wiseheartActually, this might become the prologue to an Andromeda/Stargate crossover one day. I've written it months ago, but never came around to type it up before.
Title: Currently none
Author: Soledad
Fandom: Andromeda/Stargate: Andromeda/ Stargate SG-1 crossover
Genre: Action-adventure/Romance
Rating: General, at the moment
Series/sequel: none, so far
Archiving: my website and Otherworlds. Everyone else: ask, please.
Disclaimer: don’t own them, no money made. Only the original characters belong to me.
Timeframe:
mid-Season 2 for Andromeda (between 2.8 and 2.9)
late Season 1 for Stargate: Atlantis
mid-Season 8 for Stargate SG-1 (after 8.12 – Prometheus Unbound)
In his own office, Dr. Daniel Jackson was submerged in the cultural inheritance of a world ten thousand years gone. Ever since returning from that higher level of existence, part of him had existed outside linear time. It became easier to shut out the excitedly babbling Daniel who he had once been and allow the near unlimited potential that still lingered in him, buried deeply and in a dormant state, to resurface, one tiny piece at a time.
The Ancients thought he had forgotten all that he had experienced among them. His mortal friends thought the old Daniel had returned to them, and that all was well again. They were wrong. They were more wrong than they could even begin to imagine – on both sides.
Granted, he was still far from getting the whole picture. But he had brought back with him a deeper understanding of how the universe worked; and this instinct, newly won and not fully grown as it might be, helped him to see more of the whole with every passing day. He knew, one day that understanding would become deep enough to find the necessary data for Sam. The instructions how to recharge the ZPM were there. He only needed to find them. And then, they wouldn’t need ships to travel to Atlantis anymore.
It was only a matter of time. And time he had enough. He still didn’t know whether his lengthy ascendance to the higher plane would mean immortality – well, at least some sort of immortality – or he could continue aging and eventually die. Nor did he particularly care, not now, not since he’d understood that death – or, to be more accurate, the deconstruction of his physical body – wasn’t the end of everything. He couldn’t be sure what would come after death, or, in fact, if it would be the same for everyone. The universe had infinite possibilities, and this was only one of the infinite numbers of possible universes.
No, he most certainly was not the same Daniel who had solved the riddle of the Stargate, nor the idealistic young researcher who had served the first five years with SG-1. He was a different person now, most likely even a different species. The old Daniel, or at least reminiscences of him, like memories, feelings, mannerisms, were still recognizable on the surface, and so his friends never discovered the profound changes that had taken place – that still were taking place – in the unknown depths of his mind. All had accepted with gratitude that Daniel had returned to them in some miraculous way, and that was it for them, basically.
Well… with the possible exception of Teal’c, that is. Because the black giant who was meditating in his small chamber right now, encircled by a sea of burning candles, had changed a great deal himself. With the Goa’uld that had dwelt inside him for so long gone, Teal’c had begun to trod a new path. A path that hadn’t been walked by any Jaffa for millennia.
Stoic creature that he was, Teal’c adjusted to the dramatic change in his life admirably, once again. But Daniel couldn’t shake off the chilly feeling of utter loneliness whenever he was around the Jaffa.
The others would have laughed, had he told them about it. After all, Teal’c hated the Goa’uld fiercely – that shiny, tyrannical creature that only kept him as a living breeding chamber. And yet, Daniel knew that on a very deep, biological level, Teal’c missed his symbiont as one would miss an arm or a leg, lost in some freak accident.
Daniel was perhaps the only one who could understand Teal’c’s loss… and only because he had experienced the same emptiness ever since his return. Well, not exactly the same, perhaps, but something very similar.
Perhaps it would have been better for Teal’c to be joined with a Tok’ra symbiont, Daniel thought. Not that he’d trust the Tok’ra too much, after all, they were parasites, too, albeit ethical ones… more or less. Fort he new generation of Jaffa, not being joined with a symbiont in the first place might be the ideal solution. But for someone who’d been joined for so long…
The Tok’ra serum Selmak had brought solved the medical side of the problem, Daniel mused, but what about the psychological withdrawal? Goa’uld larvae might be evil, but there definitely is a connection between symbiont and host, even if not on the conscious level. Jaffa physiology has been created to host the larvae to begin with – what may losing his very purpose, even an evil purpose, do to someone who has lived for that purpose all his life?
Daniel shook his head, saved what he’d done so far (which wasn’t much) and turned off his computer. It was no use. He was apparently having one of those days: days in which his mind kept meandering on its own, refusing to attend any ordered activity. Daniel had learned not to press in such times. It seemed to him that these were the times in which his mind adapted, balancing out its forcibly hidden potential and the mundane tasks he was doing on a daily basis.
Mundane being relative, of course. He needed all his human strength and knowledge to keep up with the workload and the speed set by himself. Few other people would be able to work with such intensity and for such extended periods of time. The human brain was not made to endure such strain, at least not without having been properly trained.
Only that he was not a simple human being anymore. So his brain kept adapting to the situation. In fact, he found he was coping well enough, all things considered. He just needed these little timeouts, every time and again.
Really, the splitting headaches were a small price for it.
He walked over to the Gate Control room to see if there was any news from SG-3. They had been visiting a newly discovered race on PX… whatever. A race with a tech level slightly above Earth standard. A possible ally. Daniel hoped that Colonel Makepeace had learned from his years of suspension and won’t screw up negotiations. They really needed some reliable allies.
Not much of a story so far, just some philosophical musings about life. I have no idea where this will lead eventually.
Beware of the erratic punctuation!
Title: Currently none
Author: Soledad
Fandom: Andromeda/Stargate: Andromeda/ Stargate SG-1 crossover
Genre: Action-adventure/Romance
Rating: General, at the moment
Series/sequel: none, so far
Archiving: my website and Otherworlds. Everyone else: ask, please.
Disclaimer: don’t own them, no money made. Only the original characters belong to me.
Timeframe:
mid-Season 2 for Andromeda (between 2.8 and 2.9)
late Season 1 for Stargate: Atlantis
mid-Season 8 for Stargate SG-1 (after 8.12 – Prometheus Unbound)
In his own office, Dr. Daniel Jackson was submerged in the cultural inheritance of a world ten thousand years gone. Ever since returning from that higher level of existence, part of him had existed outside linear time. It became easier to shut out the excitedly babbling Daniel who he had once been and allow the near unlimited potential that still lingered in him, buried deeply and in a dormant state, to resurface, one tiny piece at a time.
The Ancients thought he had forgotten all that he had experienced among them. His mortal friends thought the old Daniel had returned to them, and that all was well again. They were wrong. They were more wrong than they could even begin to imagine – on both sides.
Granted, he was still far from getting the whole picture. But he had brought back with him a deeper understanding of how the universe worked; and this instinct, newly won and not fully grown as it might be, helped him to see more of the whole with every passing day. He knew, one day that understanding would become deep enough to find the necessary data for Sam. The instructions how to recharge the ZPM were there. He only needed to find them. And then, they wouldn’t need ships to travel to Atlantis anymore.
It was only a matter of time. And time he had enough. He still didn’t know whether his lengthy ascendance to the higher plane would mean immortality – well, at least some sort of immortality – or he could continue aging and eventually die. Nor did he particularly care, not now, not since he’d understood that death – or, to be more accurate, the deconstruction of his physical body – wasn’t the end of everything. He couldn’t be sure what would come after death, or, in fact, if it would be the same for everyone. The universe had infinite possibilities, and this was only one of the infinite numbers of possible universes.
No, he most certainly was not the same Daniel who had solved the riddle of the Stargate, nor the idealistic young researcher who had served the first five years with SG-1. He was a different person now, most likely even a different species. The old Daniel, or at least reminiscences of him, like memories, feelings, mannerisms, were still recognizable on the surface, and so his friends never discovered the profound changes that had taken place – that still were taking place – in the unknown depths of his mind. All had accepted with gratitude that Daniel had returned to them in some miraculous way, and that was it for them, basically.
Well… with the possible exception of Teal’c, that is. Because the black giant who was meditating in his small chamber right now, encircled by a sea of burning candles, had changed a great deal himself. With the Goa’uld that had dwelt inside him for so long gone, Teal’c had begun to trod a new path. A path that hadn’t been walked by any Jaffa for millennia.
Stoic creature that he was, Teal’c adjusted to the dramatic change in his life admirably, once again. But Daniel couldn’t shake off the chilly feeling of utter loneliness whenever he was around the Jaffa.
The others would have laughed, had he told them about it. After all, Teal’c hated the Goa’uld fiercely – that shiny, tyrannical creature that only kept him as a living breeding chamber. And yet, Daniel knew that on a very deep, biological level, Teal’c missed his symbiont as one would miss an arm or a leg, lost in some freak accident.
Daniel was perhaps the only one who could understand Teal’c’s loss… and only because he had experienced the same emptiness ever since his return. Well, not exactly the same, perhaps, but something very similar.
Perhaps it would have been better for Teal’c to be joined with a Tok’ra symbiont, Daniel thought. Not that he’d trust the Tok’ra too much, after all, they were parasites, too, albeit ethical ones… more or less. Fort he new generation of Jaffa, not being joined with a symbiont in the first place might be the ideal solution. But for someone who’d been joined for so long…
The Tok’ra serum Selmak had brought solved the medical side of the problem, Daniel mused, but what about the psychological withdrawal? Goa’uld larvae might be evil, but there definitely is a connection between symbiont and host, even if not on the conscious level. Jaffa physiology has been created to host the larvae to begin with – what may losing his very purpose, even an evil purpose, do to someone who has lived for that purpose all his life?
Daniel shook his head, saved what he’d done so far (which wasn’t much) and turned off his computer. It was no use. He was apparently having one of those days: days in which his mind kept meandering on its own, refusing to attend any ordered activity. Daniel had learned not to press in such times. It seemed to him that these were the times in which his mind adapted, balancing out its forcibly hidden potential and the mundane tasks he was doing on a daily basis.
Mundane being relative, of course. He needed all his human strength and knowledge to keep up with the workload and the speed set by himself. Few other people would be able to work with such intensity and for such extended periods of time. The human brain was not made to endure such strain, at least not without having been properly trained.
Only that he was not a simple human being anymore. So his brain kept adapting to the situation. In fact, he found he was coping well enough, all things considered. He just needed these little timeouts, every time and again.
Really, the splitting headaches were a small price for it.
He walked over to the Gate Control room to see if there was any news from SG-3. They had been visiting a newly discovered race on PX… whatever. A race with a tech level slightly above Earth standard. A possible ally. Daniel hoped that Colonel Makepeace had learned from his years of suspension and won’t screw up negotiations. They really needed some reliable allies.
Not much of a story so far, just some philosophical musings about life. I have no idea where this will lead eventually.
Beware of the erratic punctuation!
