WIP Snippet for Gen Fic Day: Triptych

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I said I'd post something gennish today, but as Sunday is a regular workday for me, there wasn't much time. (I also spent copious amounts of fandom time squeeing and reading everyone else's offerings!) So in honor of Gen Fic Day - and thanks to moonshayde for the name! -  here's a bit from my oldest WIP. It's my first SG-1 fic, in fact, which still is nowhere near being finished! If you don't care about the storyline, just skip down to the second LJ cut.

The story itself is more or less plotless. :) It's a crossover between SG-1 and Lois and Clark, the fandom by which I was first introduced to SG-1. In reality, it's a shameless attempt to have Daniel and Clark meet and strike up a friendship. Because two orphans who speak multiple languages and journey away from their birth planets to marry their true loves and manage to save the world on a regular basis have absolutely nothing in common. :)

Triptych covers three occasions when Daniel and Clark meet: in the Yucatan, just as Daniel successfully delivers his first baby; in Kansas on Route 55 in 1969, when Clark is a three-year-old child; and in 2001, during the three month period that Jack was trapped on Edora, and Daniel has taken some of his desperation and channeled it into what Michael Shanks infamously suggested is Daniel's regular nighttime hobby.

The snippet below is about a third of the way into meeting number three. I think. It's still very much a WIP, and might change quite a bit by the time it gets finished. If it ever does.

He paused for a moment, considering his next move. It was tempting, but…

 

He looked at the superhero again, assessing the planes of that face, the liquid sheen of those steady brown eyes. He remembered the animated discussions he’d had with Teal’c, analyzing what the world knew of Kryptonian physiology and how those alien abilities might fit with what they knew of the System Lords’ manipulations of human genetics. He remembered sitting with Sam in the control room, armed with archived copies of Lois Lane’s articles from the Daily Planet; they’d been trying to cull enough information from the articles to determine the spatial coordinates for the destroyed planet of Krypton, so they could look for a match from gate addresses in the Abydonian cartouche. And with an all-too familiar pang, he remembered the night after Lya had rescued the Tollans, when the whole team had gathered at Jack’s house to celebrate, and Jack had mentioned that an offshoot branch of the NID had gone after Superman, too. All aliens, it seemed, were suspect.

 

Then he blinked away those thoughts, remembering instead the small, laughing child on sturdy legs on Route 55 both one and thirty years ago, and the young man in search of something from ten years before, who had conversed in perfect Spanish when they’d met by the local midwife’s hut before he’d joined Daniel at the dig in the Yucatan.

 

He’d quite liked Clark Kent.

 

Well. Jack would laugh in his face if he was here to see that Daniel was afraid to test one of his greater leaps of logic.

 

If Jack was here.

 

Into the breach, then. But be fair about it, and offer the man the choice of acknowledging the truth or not. After all, Daniel thought wryly, he knew all too well what it meant to have secrets to keep.

 

"Do you have an urgent need to, ah, rush off at the moment?" he asked carefully.

 

Clark frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

 

"Any emergencies that need attending?"

 

Clark raised his eyebrows, then shut his eyes for a moment to wholly focus his super-hearing. His powers had always seemed to be hardwired to some kind of instinctive red-alert wavelength; a cry of "Superman, help!" could cut across distance and noise with surprising intensity. He didn't often have to seriously concentrate to find someone who needed him. Now, though, he made that deliberate effort, and was pleased to find that in this corner of the world, at least, things were temporarily calm and quiet.

 

"It seems peaceful at the moment," he replied, opening his eyes. "Why?"

 

Daniel let out a deep breath and took the plunge. "I thought you might want to change into civvies and join me for a cup of coffee at my place." Then he added in Spanish, "I don't have any Jamaican Red at the moment, but Sumatra Mandheling is pretty good."

 

Clark blinked.

 

"Jamaican Red…?"

 

His mind flashed back a decade to his travels before he'd arrived in Metropolis. To the slightly surreal experience of an archeological dig, and the young archeologist whose eyes had gleamed with fascination at the idea of touching history. To the sharp scent of cheap coffee curling out of a small pot, and the wistful observation of how expensive it was to be a coffee snob… and a quick side trip to procure some good-quality beans as a good-bye present for the man who had unknowingly encouraged him.

 

But this black-clad vigilante couldn't be Daniel Jackson!

 

“I tried to get in touch with you a few years ago,” he said levelly. “You were dead.”

 

Daniel took the unspoken admission in stride. “Really? Why?”

 

“There were some artifacts from Ireland that I thought you could –” Clark cut himself off. “That’s not the point.” He stared directly at Daniel, and he was definitely using his X-ray vision to see the man now. The hair was darker and shorter, the jaw and cheekbones more defined by age, but it was unquestionably Daniel Jackson.

 

“You were dead,” he repeated.

 

Daniel smiled slightly and gave a half-shrug. “Yeah. I get that a lot.”


And yes, the Superman of Lois and Clark had brown eyes, not blue ones. Clark was played by Dean Cain, who is part Japanese. Many fanboys never, ever got over that. :)

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Interesting L&C factoids - thanks! As long as the fangirls know how to appreciate him... :)