Stargate SG-1 Ficlet: Out Of Place
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badly_knittedTitle: Out Of Place
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Daniel Jackson.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 544
Spoilers/Setting: Children of the Gods.
Summary: Away from Abydos and the people he’s come to consider family, Daniel feels lost and out of place.
Written For: Challenge 429: Amnesty 71 at
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fan_flashworks, using Challenge 89: Family.Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
Back on Abydos, life had been hard but good. Okay, Daniel had missed some of the benefits of modern life, most notably pen and paper, tissues, and indoor plumbing, but he’d been part of something important. A community that worked together for everyone’s benefit, a family where everyone looked out for each other. Now though…
His family was ripped apart, people dead, Sha’re and Skaara taken by the Goa’uld, and Daniel was back on earth because he had to go after them, help to bring them home. He’d made a vow before he left that he wouldn’t return to Abydos until he could do so with his wife and her brother by his side. He blamed himself for their loss; he felt their absence with every breath, an empty space beside him, and a gaping hole where his heart used to be.
This was worse than the day he’d lost his parents in that stupid, tragic accident at the museum. He’d been a kid then, and time had healed the worst of the pain, but what had happened that day hadn’t been his fault, he couldn’t have prevented it. This time, who else could he blame? He’d ordered the gate uncovered, had foolishly thought it would be safe, only it wasn’t.
It was sheer luck that Jack and the others had arrived on Abydos before the Goa’uld came through, that the soldiers he’d brought with him had been able to help with defence, otherwise the result might have been far worse. More injuries, more deaths, more abductions… The entire settlement might have been wiped out. They wouldn’t have stood a chance without the weapons Jack’s people carried.
But now Daniel was a man without a home. His wife was gone, taken to some unknown destination, the people he’d come to view as family were half a universe away on a distant planet, and there was no place for him on earth. He’d no doubt been reported as dead after he’d chosen to remain with Kasuf and his people.
The SGC personnel bustled around him, doing their jobs, and he tried his best to keep out of their way, lost and adrift in a sea of unfamiliar faces. All he could do was cling to the promise he’d made, that somehow, no matter how long it took, he’d find Sha’re and Skaara, and bring them home.
Or die in the attempt; that was a distinct possibility too. He wasn’t a soldier, barely knew one end of a gun from the other, and General Hammond seemed to view him as a nuisance. That was fair enough, he was an unasked-for complication dumped in the middle of the General’s smoothly running facility, but he supposed the same could be said for the Goa’uld.
With no security clearance, Daniel wasn’t merely confined to the base beneath Cheyenne Mountain, but barred from all but a few areas. They didn’t trust him, which was understandable; he wasn’t sure he trusted himself, not after recent events. Exhausted, devasted, and bewildered, he’d never felt more out of place, not even when he’d first arrived on Abydos. He was a shadow of himself, a restless ghost haunting a place he didn’t belong. He wished he could simply disappear; maybe then he’d stop hurting.
The End
His family was ripped apart, people dead, Sha’re and Skaara taken by the Goa’uld, and Daniel was back on earth because he had to go after them, help to bring them home. He’d made a vow before he left that he wouldn’t return to Abydos until he could do so with his wife and her brother by his side. He blamed himself for their loss; he felt their absence with every breath, an empty space beside him, and a gaping hole where his heart used to be.
This was worse than the day he’d lost his parents in that stupid, tragic accident at the museum. He’d been a kid then, and time had healed the worst of the pain, but what had happened that day hadn’t been his fault, he couldn’t have prevented it. This time, who else could he blame? He’d ordered the gate uncovered, had foolishly thought it would be safe, only it wasn’t.
It was sheer luck that Jack and the others had arrived on Abydos before the Goa’uld came through, that the soldiers he’d brought with him had been able to help with defence, otherwise the result might have been far worse. More injuries, more deaths, more abductions… The entire settlement might have been wiped out. They wouldn’t have stood a chance without the weapons Jack’s people carried.
But now Daniel was a man without a home. His wife was gone, taken to some unknown destination, the people he’d come to view as family were half a universe away on a distant planet, and there was no place for him on earth. He’d no doubt been reported as dead after he’d chosen to remain with Kasuf and his people.
The SGC personnel bustled around him, doing their jobs, and he tried his best to keep out of their way, lost and adrift in a sea of unfamiliar faces. All he could do was cling to the promise he’d made, that somehow, no matter how long it took, he’d find Sha’re and Skaara, and bring them home.
Or die in the attempt; that was a distinct possibility too. He wasn’t a soldier, barely knew one end of a gun from the other, and General Hammond seemed to view him as a nuisance. That was fair enough, he was an unasked-for complication dumped in the middle of the General’s smoothly running facility, but he supposed the same could be said for the Goa’uld.
With no security clearance, Daniel wasn’t merely confined to the base beneath Cheyenne Mountain, but barred from all but a few areas. They didn’t trust him, which was understandable; he wasn’t sure he trusted himself, not after recent events. Exhausted, devasted, and bewildered, he’d never felt more out of place, not even when he’d first arrived on Abydos. He was a shadow of himself, a restless ghost haunting a place he didn’t belong. He wished he could simply disappear; maybe then he’d stop hurting.
The End
