Stargate SG-1 Ficlet: Fine Dining
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badly_knittedTitle: Fine Dining
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Daniel, Chaka.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: The First Ones.
Summary: Daniel may have been captured by an Unas, but that’s just an opportunity to learn more about the Goa’uld’s first hosts.
Written For:
be_themoon’s prompt ‘any, any, all people are driven to the point of eating their gods’, at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
threesentenceficathon.Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Daniel watched in silence as his Unas captor roasted the Goa’uld symbiote over the fire he’d built in the cave, well away from any water source. It was a little weird, but at the same time, sort of poetic justice, that the beings that had been the Goa’uld’s first hosts now looked upon the creatures that would possess them, given half a chance, as so much meat to be tossed on the barbecue. Still, he supposed that the Unas ate what they could get, and on a planet where the lakes were teeming with larval Goa’uld, it was a case of waste not, want not.
They didn’t look particularly appetising to him though, and the idea of eating a creature that considered itself a God, or would have if it had managed to implant itself in a host, was unsettling. Not to mention, there was no way of knowing if roast Goa’uld symbiotes were safe for a human to eat, so when the Unas offered him the symbiote’s head… well, thanks, but no thanks.
That led to a rousing game of toss the symbiote head, much to the growing amusement of the Unas, and before long, both of them were laughing, until Daniel contrived to toss the unwanted head into the fire. Roasted Goa’uld symbiotes might be the Unas idea of fine dining, but it was never going to catch on with humans. Daniel had eaten some bizarre things in his life, but this was where he had to draw the line. Good thing he had an energy bar in his pocket, at least that was something he could eat, and maybe share. Anything to help build some kind of rapport with his captor and buy himself more time. He just needed to stay alive long enough to be rescued.
The End
They didn’t look particularly appetising to him though, and the idea of eating a creature that considered itself a God, or would have if it had managed to implant itself in a host, was unsettling. Not to mention, there was no way of knowing if roast Goa’uld symbiotes were safe for a human to eat, so when the Unas offered him the symbiote’s head… well, thanks, but no thanks.
That led to a rousing game of toss the symbiote head, much to the growing amusement of the Unas, and before long, both of them were laughing, until Daniel contrived to toss the unwanted head into the fire. Roasted Goa’uld symbiotes might be the Unas idea of fine dining, but it was never going to catch on with humans. Daniel had eaten some bizarre things in his life, but this was where he had to draw the line. Good thing he had an energy bar in his pocket, at least that was something he could eat, and maybe share. Anything to help build some kind of rapport with his captor and buy himself more time. He just needed to stay alive long enough to be rescued.
The End
