It's Gen Fic Day!

[fignewton]

Happy birthday, moonshayde!

We're commemorating two years' worth of gen recs over at stargateficrec with SG-1 Gen Fic Day!

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If you've written a ficlet for Alphabet Soup, include it in the comments here or supply a link to the fic on your own LJ. I'll collate them all into one big Alphabet Soup when we've got Daniel completely defined from A to Z! There are still a few letters left to claim if you want to join in the fun.

This post will remain open for submissions until Thursday morning my time, which is midnight or so on the West Coast in the States.

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ETA: There are still ten hours or so left on the official deadline. It's bedtime in my part of the world, but I wanted to point out there are three letters left for Alphabet Soup: O, R, and Y. If you'd like to take one and help us finish, just leave a comment so that others will know not to claim it.

I'd love to wake up tomorrow morning and find our Alphabet Soup all done! :)

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D is for Death

[shutthef-up.livejournal.com]

Many thanks to surreallis for the beta! U will be up a little later today!

D is for Death.

“Don’t you ever give up?” Jarrod asks him, slumped in his cell.

“Not until I’m dead… and sometimes not even then.”

No human being should die as many times as he has and still be around to tell the tale. Not that he’s talked much about it, even with his teammates, people who’ve gone a round or two with Death themselves.

Cheating Death, either by Ascension (twice) or sarcophagus (three times that he remembers clearly) or Laying On Of Hands by alien beings (at least once, maybe more), in no way erases the memory of dying. He’s died sharp and quick, slow and agonizing and pretty much everything in between, so Daniel feels uniquely qualified to have an opinion on the best and worst ways to go.

Lying in his bed on those nights sleep doesn’t immediately take him (and despite what Teal’c and others, might think, once he decides to sleep Daniel rarely has trouble achieving it), he imagines he can feel the scars beneath his skin. The marks may not be visible, but they linger beneath the surface, etched into the very cell structure of muscle and bone.

Some mornings when he twists a particular way, Daniel’s sure he can feel the pull of his healed abdominal muscles, where Sam’s Replicator double impaled him on her sword-arm. Stretching his arms over his head, he has the body memory of a staff blast to the left side of his chest and for just a moment he feels his heart flutter as if it too remembers struggling to pump just long enough for him to reach the sarcophagus on Apophis’ ship.

Other times it’s an odd moment of dissonance, like a faint double exposure on a photographic negative. For a few agonizing seconds, he feels the burning pain and hopelessness of lying in a bed, dying of radiation poisoning. It feels like he’s rotting from the inside out and it takes another moment or two for him to regain his equilibrium. It only hits him in idle moments when he’s running low on either caffeine or blood sugar, but it tends to linger, coloring his mood until he manages to immerse himself in either mental or physical activity.

Since he retook human form for the first time, he’s been more conscientiousness in the care and feeding of his body. If his teammates find it odd, they don’t mention it. He supposes the reason is obvious enough; you never value what you have until you lose it. So he spends more time in the gym with Teal’c and Sam and sparred with Jack when he was around. He could see the envy behind the older man’s eyes and it was painful for them both. Daniel never knew how to tell Jack that retaking human form doesn’t erase the prior wear and tear. It’s not like a sarcophagus. What Daniel got back was exactly what he’d left behind, no more, no less.


If he’s more… decisive, than he used to be, more willing to take up a gun rather than run his mouth, well, he’s learned. He doesn’t want to die anymore and as… final as it may seem, he sort of hopes the next time he dies will be his last.

Re: D is for Death

[sg-fignewton.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is fantastic. Such an intelligent look at descended Daniel, and the changes that we see in him. And so bleak to think that his body has never truly forgotten its multiple death throes.

Really excllent stuff!

Re: D is for Death

[lokei.livejournal.com]

Wow. That's fantastic. I love the idea that the body remembers--and that it's the sort of thing he just can't talk about, even to people who are the only ones in the world who might understand.

Re: D is for Death

[tejas.livejournal.com]

Lovely and so Daniel. I've often felt those things would come back to him in those sleepless hours when you wake up at 3 AM and can't get back to sleep. Wonderfully done.