Stargate Fic
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tarotgalI decided to start a Stargate SG-1 fic finally *G*
It takes place in the series directly after Avenger 2.0 (I'm sorry, I really, really dig a wet Daniel. He was too hard to resist)
I wrote a teaser... basically just an intro/background to the fic to get feedback... Is the tone okay? Am I too long-winded and runony for a Stargate fic? Have I bored you all too much already?
Daniel sniffed wetly, unable to keep his runny nose in check while the downpour enveloped him in freezing rain. As he ushered groups through, one after the other, constantly checking his watch for the time, he began to start feeling a little better. They had evacuated most before the storms had hit, and for as much faith as he’d had that Sam would figure out a solution, he’d never met this Felger character and blamed him entirely for the incident. Thus he had very little hope of it being resolved in enough time to get everyone to the relocation planet. The first outgoing wormhole had lifted his spirits, however, and seeing the hoards of people disappearing into it with rehearsed precision made him feel better. Not entirely better, for the pounding wind and rain were fierce and his head throbbed with ache and congestion. He would worry about that when there was time, though, and settled for sniffing wetly every few seconds.
“Is that everyone?!” Daniel yelled, holding the hood of his raincoat to keep it from blowing off and holding tight to the DHD to keep himself from blowing over as well. He was barely audible in the rain, but the others knew what he was saying without hearing him. His vision was blurry, his glasses almost of no use in the weather. He has to continually take them off and try to wipe them against something. But nothing was dry any more. He wore the raincoat almost as a formality, to protect against the cold of the wind and rain, for he was already soaked to the skin.
The logs were now water-logged but apparently it was everyone. Daniel went through with the last team, emerging out of the Stargate onto a calm, peaceful plain. There were literally thousands of groups set up around tents and fires here, refugees from a planet, the surviving members of an entire civilization. And Daniel had finally saved them. He felt a few pats against his back, which slid down the back of his slick, wet raincoat.
Droplets of water still cascaded from his hair down his face. And though the sun of this new world shone warmly, he felt none of it buried under four layers of wet, clinging clothes. And the cold which had been threatening him for days now in the cold and wet, seemed more pronounced in such weather’s absence. As was instinct when he felt a sneeze coming on, he reached for his handkerchief, finding everything in that pocket soaked right through, including what used to be his wallet. So he cupped his hands to his nose and mouth instead, bending forward with the sneezes. “hitchuhhh! Hechhhh!” He sniffled wetly to follow it up, and ran a finger under his nose to run away the tiny tickles which lingered there.
He was brought a rather dirty towel. Dirty but dry, and wasted no time in drying his hands, face, and glasses in the cleanest parts he could find. Dry was dry when you’d been soaked to the skin for days. One of the other members from an SG team ran up to him, rambling off a bunch of things for a report. It sounded as though the relocation had been a huge success and they were all safe, dry, and thankful the additional members had made it. Daniel, though certainly joyous, did not hear much of the report, but nodded all the same. The roar of the wind still filled his ears and he found himself yelling in reply, despite himself. “Sounds good! I’m going back home!” he said, pointing at the Stargate as though the simple words had not been understood. Then he cupped a hand over his nose and mouth. “hihChhhhh! hehShhhh! huhShhhhh!” His nose almost burned with the need to be tended to now, after he sneezed. And he felt dizzy after the third, swaying on the spot and glad there hadn’t been a fourth. As proud as he was of his and the other leaders’ accomplishments this day, all he really wanted to do was get back to Earth and enjoy a bit of rest.
He dialed home, double checking the symbols just to be sure he had not misdialed in his fatigue. His hands still shook with cold. But another member of one of the SG teams confirmed a correct call as well for him. With a great flood of relief, Daniel mounted the stairs and walked briskly into the Stargate.
Oh, and my complete and utter thanks to anyone who comes up with a suitable title better than the two floating around in my mind *G*
heehee! For once my icon fits the content of my post perfectly!!! Yay!
It takes place in the series directly after Avenger 2.0 (I'm sorry, I really, really dig a wet Daniel. He was too hard to resist)
I wrote a teaser... basically just an intro/background to the fic to get feedback... Is the tone okay? Am I too long-winded and runony for a Stargate fic? Have I bored you all too much already?
Daniel sniffed wetly, unable to keep his runny nose in check while the downpour enveloped him in freezing rain. As he ushered groups through, one after the other, constantly checking his watch for the time, he began to start feeling a little better. They had evacuated most before the storms had hit, and for as much faith as he’d had that Sam would figure out a solution, he’d never met this Felger character and blamed him entirely for the incident. Thus he had very little hope of it being resolved in enough time to get everyone to the relocation planet. The first outgoing wormhole had lifted his spirits, however, and seeing the hoards of people disappearing into it with rehearsed precision made him feel better. Not entirely better, for the pounding wind and rain were fierce and his head throbbed with ache and congestion. He would worry about that when there was time, though, and settled for sniffing wetly every few seconds.
“Is that everyone?!” Daniel yelled, holding the hood of his raincoat to keep it from blowing off and holding tight to the DHD to keep himself from blowing over as well. He was barely audible in the rain, but the others knew what he was saying without hearing him. His vision was blurry, his glasses almost of no use in the weather. He has to continually take them off and try to wipe them against something. But nothing was dry any more. He wore the raincoat almost as a formality, to protect against the cold of the wind and rain, for he was already soaked to the skin.
The logs were now water-logged but apparently it was everyone. Daniel went through with the last team, emerging out of the Stargate onto a calm, peaceful plain. There were literally thousands of groups set up around tents and fires here, refugees from a planet, the surviving members of an entire civilization. And Daniel had finally saved them. He felt a few pats against his back, which slid down the back of his slick, wet raincoat.
Droplets of water still cascaded from his hair down his face. And though the sun of this new world shone warmly, he felt none of it buried under four layers of wet, clinging clothes. And the cold which had been threatening him for days now in the cold and wet, seemed more pronounced in such weather’s absence. As was instinct when he felt a sneeze coming on, he reached for his handkerchief, finding everything in that pocket soaked right through, including what used to be his wallet. So he cupped his hands to his nose and mouth instead, bending forward with the sneezes. “hitchuhhh! Hechhhh!” He sniffled wetly to follow it up, and ran a finger under his nose to run away the tiny tickles which lingered there.
He was brought a rather dirty towel. Dirty but dry, and wasted no time in drying his hands, face, and glasses in the cleanest parts he could find. Dry was dry when you’d been soaked to the skin for days. One of the other members from an SG team ran up to him, rambling off a bunch of things for a report. It sounded as though the relocation had been a huge success and they were all safe, dry, and thankful the additional members had made it. Daniel, though certainly joyous, did not hear much of the report, but nodded all the same. The roar of the wind still filled his ears and he found himself yelling in reply, despite himself. “Sounds good! I’m going back home!” he said, pointing at the Stargate as though the simple words had not been understood. Then he cupped a hand over his nose and mouth. “hihChhhhh! hehShhhh! huhShhhhh!” His nose almost burned with the need to be tended to now, after he sneezed. And he felt dizzy after the third, swaying on the spot and glad there hadn’t been a fourth. As proud as he was of his and the other leaders’ accomplishments this day, all he really wanted to do was get back to Earth and enjoy a bit of rest.
He dialed home, double checking the symbols just to be sure he had not misdialed in his fatigue. His hands still shook with cold. But another member of one of the SG teams confirmed a correct call as well for him. With a great flood of relief, Daniel mounted the stairs and walked briskly into the Stargate.
Oh, and my complete and utter thanks to anyone who comes up with a suitable title better than the two floating around in my mind *G*
heehee! For once my icon fits the content of my post perfectly!!! Yay!
