SG-1/SGA beta?
Oct. 23rd, 2009 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cinaedOkay, I've got a 6,400 word fic, a "Rising" AU. Tis gen, from a Daniel-perspective, about what might have happened if Daniel Jackson got to come with the expedition instead of getting stuck back on Earth.
Anyone want to beta it?
Here, a snippet:
"I could make you stay," Jack says.
Daniel just pauses in his packing and looks at him. It's the same argument they've had a dozen times or so since Daniel announced that he would be joining the expedition, and while Daniel knows exactly how this conversation will go, it's wearying nonetheless. "You could," he agrees, because it's true. One or two conversations with the right people and Daniel would be back at the SGC, figuring out what to do about the few Goa'uld that survived the Replicators and settling for dreams of Atlantis and all its wonders. "But you won't."
Jack's mouth twists into a wry smile and he doesn't answer, conceding the point. Jack understands very well what refusing Daniel this opportunity would mean. Denying Daniel Atlantis would like preparing a feast for a starving man and then not letting him eat. It would be as though Jack were a sentry who refuses to allow Daniel to slake his thirst at an oasis, who lets him die of dehydration and longing just a few feet away in the desert. Daniel knows Jack is not that cruel, even if Jack often pretends to have such ruthlessness within him, even if he does contain such ruthlessness (and which Daniel convinces himself is (mostly) reserved for enemies only).
Daniel looks at Jack for another long moment. Has it really been nine years since they first met? It feels paradoxically longer and shorter than that; then again, being dead for almost a year and finding himself occasionally in alternate universes has made his concept of time a bit unstable when compared to most. He thinks of the empty spaces in his head, bits and pieces of memory that are unlikely to ever return and that Jack and the others don't even realize he's lost. If memory is man's only possession, then Daniel is at once both rich and destitute.
At last, Jack snorts, and Daniel knows he's won this round, just as he's won all of the others. "Just remember to send me a postcard when you get there."
Daniel smiles. "I will." Neither one mentions that this is possibly a one-way trip. Neither of them has to. Daniel thinks of the poet W.H. Auden: "Being set on the idea of getting to Atlantis, you have discovered of course only the Ship of Fools is making the voyage this year." Jack believes he's being foolish, and perhaps he is. Daniel's still going to Atlantis, whether it brings him grace or ruin.
Anyone want to beta it?
Here, a snippet:
"I could make you stay," Jack says.
Daniel just pauses in his packing and looks at him. It's the same argument they've had a dozen times or so since Daniel announced that he would be joining the expedition, and while Daniel knows exactly how this conversation will go, it's wearying nonetheless. "You could," he agrees, because it's true. One or two conversations with the right people and Daniel would be back at the SGC, figuring out what to do about the few Goa'uld that survived the Replicators and settling for dreams of Atlantis and all its wonders. "But you won't."
Jack's mouth twists into a wry smile and he doesn't answer, conceding the point. Jack understands very well what refusing Daniel this opportunity would mean. Denying Daniel Atlantis would like preparing a feast for a starving man and then not letting him eat. It would be as though Jack were a sentry who refuses to allow Daniel to slake his thirst at an oasis, who lets him die of dehydration and longing just a few feet away in the desert. Daniel knows Jack is not that cruel, even if Jack often pretends to have such ruthlessness within him, even if he does contain such ruthlessness (and which Daniel convinces himself is (mostly) reserved for enemies only).
Daniel looks at Jack for another long moment. Has it really been nine years since they first met? It feels paradoxically longer and shorter than that; then again, being dead for almost a year and finding himself occasionally in alternate universes has made his concept of time a bit unstable when compared to most. He thinks of the empty spaces in his head, bits and pieces of memory that are unlikely to ever return and that Jack and the others don't even realize he's lost. If memory is man's only possession, then Daniel is at once both rich and destitute.
At last, Jack snorts, and Daniel knows he's won this round, just as he's won all of the others. "Just remember to send me a postcard when you get there."
Daniel smiles. "I will." Neither one mentions that this is possibly a one-way trip. Neither of them has to. Daniel thinks of the poet W.H. Auden: "Being set on the idea of getting to Atlantis, you have discovered of course only the Ship of Fools is making the voyage this year." Jack believes he's being foolish, and perhaps he is. Daniel's still going to Atlantis, whether it brings him grace or ruin.
