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campylobacter"Big Mistake Part 2: Survival by Symbiont"
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FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
PAIRINGS: Daniel/Vala (reference to Daniel/Sha're in Parts 2 & 3)
CHARACTERS: (this part) Vala Mal Doran, a Tok'ra, Daniel Jackson, Lindsey Novak, George Hammond, Sha're
RATING: (this part) PG-13/Teens (see warnings)
WARNINGS: mild triggers for references to torture, execution, extreme medical injury
STATUS: complete
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Vala backstory; 8x12 Prometheus Unbound, 9x19 Crusade, 10x20 Unending
ARCHIVE: Permission granted; drop me a URL if, for some reason, you aren't afraid to archive it -- I'll link to it from my blog.
CATEGORY/GENRE: Angst, darkfic, missing scenes
SERIES: "Big Mistake" for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
one_prompt "I think we made a big mistake"
WORD COUNT: 714/1897
SUMMARY: Missing scenes from Crusade, Prometheus Unbound, and Unending, connected by a subject women don't speak of in public.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This part's much less triggery (unless techno-jargon squicks you) and borderline Gen. Previous: Chapter 1: Corned Piggot
“I regret that Camulus helped himself to the spoils of Qetesh's empire before I could use her sarcophagus to heal you.”
Vala didn't move her gaze from the wall behind the Tok'ra, afraid that the resentment she felt when looking directly at him meant that she was seeing him through Qetesh's eyes, despite witnessing the Goa'uld writhe in the light of day during the Extraction Ceremony several days earlier. “Yet you waited an entire month to rid me of that parasite.”
“Healing the fractured skull, concussion, shattered bones, internal bleeding, blindness, and ruptured organs your fellow villagers inflicted on you was beyond the power of this device.” He placed the black, half-ovoid ring on the little table next to her bed. “I had to let the symbiont bear the larger portion of healing you.”
“While you interrogated her.”
“Would you have failed to exploit the opportunity if it meant losing a foothold into Ba'al's upper echelons?”
Vala closed her eyes and pulled the blanket up to her chin. “Leave me be. I've had enough torture.” Not that she wasn't grateful for his continued efforts in using the device to erase the scars.
“I believe you are well enough now for solid food. I shall bring you breakfast an hour before sunrise.” His voice, though weary, carried a note of patient compassion. “Rest well, Vala Mal Doran. We must flee this planet tomorrow before Camulus' Jaffa discover our location – or your people's secret moon base.”
Later that night, she fled alone through the Stargate, taking with her the healing ring.
- - -
“Doct-- um, Daniel,” said Dr. Lindsey Novak, examining the pile of equipment and Kull armor the escaped prisoner had worn to pirate the Prometheus. “Is this the healing device?”
Daniel took the object from her hand and examined it closely for the first time. “Yep. It resembles another device SG-1 encountered about five years ago.” A bead of red at its center remained unlit in its powered-down state, and no amount of pushing or prodding would activate it. “Jack-- I mean, General O'Neill-- he was a Colonel at the time -- confiscated a similar ring from a man who ruled over a medieval village off-world. A cruel, twisted theocrat...” He suppressed a shudder at the memory of watching Teal'c being executed by drowning, with survival-by-symbiont the unexpected but welcome outcome. “The Canon used the ring to summon precision taser strikes from an aerial weapons platform. It packed one heck of a hangover.”
“Wow. Ouch.” She winced sympathetically. “Um, did the Canon have naquadah in his bloodstream?”
“Well... not that we knew of at the time he used it. I think the device only powered up within range of the aerial weapon when a fingerprint scan unlocked it.”
General Hammond nodded in agreement. “I authorized Major Carter's request to have it sent to Area 51 for further study.”
Novak cocked her head in thought, puckering her mouth as a question formed. “So where did our pirate get a hold of this nifty little jewelry? And why does it heal when activated by naquadah instead of relaying the telemetry of a target via a fingerprint scan?”
Daniel shrugged in response. “Good question.”
“Dr. Novak,” Hammond remarked with amazement and pride, “your hiccups are gone.”
- - -
That night, the events of the day played hyper-actively through Daniel's mind, forcing him to summon his most soothing memory: “Go back to sleep,” Sha're whispered. “Tomorrow you will rise and return to your travels through the Chappa'ai.” But as he drifted between waking and sleeping, the memory of trying to physically subdue (without maiming) the woman in the Kull body suit turned into a dream of a tussle between her and his wife, until Sha're wrestled Vala onto her back, straddling her into submission. “Tell him how you willed his healing.”
“Please forgive me for doing you harm,” she whispered, turning eyes welled with tears towards him. “I truly would kiss it better if you'd let me.”
Daniel woke confused. The spot on his arm where Vala Mal Doran had burnt and then healed it, tingled with warmth.
Part 3: Proclaiming the Ephemeral Beauty
AUTHOR:
campylobacter FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
PAIRINGS: Daniel/Vala (reference to Daniel/Sha're in Parts 2 & 3)
CHARACTERS: (this part) Vala Mal Doran, a Tok'ra, Daniel Jackson, Lindsey Novak, George Hammond, Sha're
RATING: (this part) PG-13/Teens (see warnings)
WARNINGS: mild triggers for references to torture, execution, extreme medical injury
STATUS: complete
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: Vala backstory; 8x12 Prometheus Unbound, 9x19 Crusade, 10x20 Unending
ARCHIVE: Permission granted; drop me a URL if, for some reason, you aren't afraid to archive it -- I'll link to it from my blog.
CATEGORY/GENRE: Angst, darkfic, missing scenes
SERIES: "Big Mistake" for
one_prompt "I think we made a big mistake"WORD COUNT: 714/1897
SUMMARY: Missing scenes from Crusade, Prometheus Unbound, and Unending, connected by a subject women don't speak of in public.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This part's much less triggery (unless techno-jargon squicks you) and borderline Gen. Previous: Chapter 1: Corned Piggot
“I regret that Camulus helped himself to the spoils of Qetesh's empire before I could use her sarcophagus to heal you.”
Vala didn't move her gaze from the wall behind the Tok'ra, afraid that the resentment she felt when looking directly at him meant that she was seeing him through Qetesh's eyes, despite witnessing the Goa'uld writhe in the light of day during the Extraction Ceremony several days earlier. “Yet you waited an entire month to rid me of that parasite.”
“Healing the fractured skull, concussion, shattered bones, internal bleeding, blindness, and ruptured organs your fellow villagers inflicted on you was beyond the power of this device.” He placed the black, half-ovoid ring on the little table next to her bed. “I had to let the symbiont bear the larger portion of healing you.”
“While you interrogated her.”
“Would you have failed to exploit the opportunity if it meant losing a foothold into Ba'al's upper echelons?”
Vala closed her eyes and pulled the blanket up to her chin. “Leave me be. I've had enough torture.” Not that she wasn't grateful for his continued efforts in using the device to erase the scars.
“I believe you are well enough now for solid food. I shall bring you breakfast an hour before sunrise.” His voice, though weary, carried a note of patient compassion. “Rest well, Vala Mal Doran. We must flee this planet tomorrow before Camulus' Jaffa discover our location – or your people's secret moon base.”
Later that night, she fled alone through the Stargate, taking with her the healing ring.
- - -
Daniel took the object from her hand and examined it closely for the first time. “Yep. It resembles another device SG-1 encountered about five years ago.” A bead of red at its center remained unlit in its powered-down state, and no amount of pushing or prodding would activate it. “Jack-- I mean, General O'Neill-- he was a Colonel at the time -- confiscated a similar ring from a man who ruled over a medieval village off-world. A cruel, twisted theocrat...” He suppressed a shudder at the memory of watching Teal'c being executed by drowning, with survival-by-symbiont the unexpected but welcome outcome. “The Canon used the ring to summon precision taser strikes from an aerial weapons platform. It packed one heck of a hangover.”
“Wow. Ouch.” She winced sympathetically. “Um, did the Canon have naquadah in his bloodstream?”
“Well... not that we knew of at the time he used it. I think the device only powered up within range of the aerial weapon when a fingerprint scan unlocked it.”
General Hammond nodded in agreement. “I authorized Major Carter's request to have it sent to Area 51 for further study.”
Novak cocked her head in thought, puckering her mouth as a question formed. “So where did our pirate get a hold of this nifty little jewelry? And why does it heal when activated by naquadah instead of relaying the telemetry of a target via a fingerprint scan?”
Daniel shrugged in response. “Good question.”
“Dr. Novak,” Hammond remarked with amazement and pride, “your hiccups are gone.”
- - -
That night, the events of the day played hyper-actively through Daniel's mind, forcing him to summon his most soothing memory: “Go back to sleep,” Sha're whispered. “Tomorrow you will rise and return to your travels through the Chappa'ai.” But as he drifted between waking and sleeping, the memory of trying to physically subdue (without maiming) the woman in the Kull body suit turned into a dream of a tussle between her and his wife, until Sha're wrestled Vala onto her back, straddling her into submission. “Tell him how you willed his healing.”
“Please forgive me for doing you harm,” she whispered, turning eyes welled with tears towards him. “I truly would kiss it better if you'd let me.”
Daniel woke confused. The spot on his arm where Vala Mal Doran had burnt and then healed it, tingled with warmth.
Part 3: Proclaiming the Ephemeral Beauty
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Date: 2011-06-15 12:46 am (UTC)Or even Sam and Vala for that matter.(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-15 01:53 am (UTC)Thanks so much for commenting on this story! I'd been resigned to it receiving no feedback at all, and am amazed that my F-List left comments. <3
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Date: 2011-06-26 03:40 pm (UTC)Look at me, commenting late, again. :SSadly, I agree. OR they would touch on the subject, but very briefly or in a very superficial way that you had to complete with your own imagination and/or fic. Like they always did with these ~emotional scenes/episodes.
An episode with scenes like in 'Cold Lazarus' or 'Need' seem impossible in the last few seasons.
I would put 'Grace' as an exception that only confirms the rule.
Or maybe I remember it wrong. :D
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Date: 2011-06-26 08:18 pm (UTC)When I first saw Ark of Truth, I could barely process everything happening in it; events flew by SO FAST.
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Date: 2011-06-26 09:25 pm (UTC)When I first saw Ark of Truth, I could barely process everything happening in it; events flew by SO FAST.
LOL yeah, they really packed everything in it. The Ancients, the Ori, the replicators, the terminator, angst, drama, comedy, space battles, character development, etc etc etc... gives you a whiplash. :D