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badly_knittedTitle: A Friend In Need
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Spoilers/Setting: Need.
Summary: Daniel is going through hell, but Jack’s there to help him.
Written For: Challenge 459: Amnesty 76 at
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fan_flashworks, using Challenge 46: Comfort.Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Daniel isn’t himself, and O’Neill gets it, he does. Addiction is bad, withdrawal is worse, and this isn’t Daniel’s fault, no matter what anyone else thinks. None of them had known until now what repeated use of a Sarcophagus would do to an otherwise healthy person.
It does sort of explain why the Goa’uld are… nuts, but that doesn’t help Daniel. In pain, paranoid, scared, he just wants it all to stop, and it will. He just has to get through this stage. Fraiser says he’s getting better, but how to convince Daniel when it must seem like everyone’s out to get him?
“You can get through it…”
When Daniel breaks down in tears, O’Neill does the only thing he can: hugs him, holds him, the way he’d always held Charlie when he had a nightmare. Daniel’s not all that much more than kid himself, and anyway, he’s a teammate, a friend, and Jack can be very comforting when he tries.
“It’s gonna be okay, Danny. You’re already through the worst, all you gotta do is hang in there a little longer. You can do it; I know you can. You’re stronger than you think. Wouldn’t be on my team otherwise.”
Daniel snuffles against his shoulder. “You think I’m a geek.”
“Well yeah, you are, but that’s a good thing. Adds another perspective to the team. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. You’ve been through hell. No one’s blaming you.”
“Fraiser…”
“Is fine. A few bruises. She’s more worried about you. We all are. And don’t you dare apologise again.”
Daniel manages a weak laugh. “Okay, I won’t.”
“Good. Know what you need? Some fresh air. Wanna get outta here?”
“Yeah, that would be good. Jack? Thanks.”
“Hey, what’re friends for?”
The End
It does sort of explain why the Goa’uld are… nuts, but that doesn’t help Daniel. In pain, paranoid, scared, he just wants it all to stop, and it will. He just has to get through this stage. Fraiser says he’s getting better, but how to convince Daniel when it must seem like everyone’s out to get him?
“You can get through it…”
When Daniel breaks down in tears, O’Neill does the only thing he can: hugs him, holds him, the way he’d always held Charlie when he had a nightmare. Daniel’s not all that much more than kid himself, and anyway, he’s a teammate, a friend, and Jack can be very comforting when he tries.
“It’s gonna be okay, Danny. You’re already through the worst, all you gotta do is hang in there a little longer. You can do it; I know you can. You’re stronger than you think. Wouldn’t be on my team otherwise.”
Daniel snuffles against his shoulder. “You think I’m a geek.”
“Well yeah, you are, but that’s a good thing. Adds another perspective to the team. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. You’ve been through hell. No one’s blaming you.”
“Fraiser…”
“Is fine. A few bruises. She’s more worried about you. We all are. And don’t you dare apologise again.”
Daniel manages a weak laugh. “Okay, I won’t.”
“Good. Know what you need? Some fresh air. Wanna get outta here?”
“Yeah, that would be good. Jack? Thanks.”
“Hey, what’re friends for?”
The End
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Date: 2025-02-23 07:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-02-23 07:56 pm (UTC)Thank you!