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SG-1: The Space Between
New SG-1 fic, written on my new little toy in a coffee shop attached to a bookstore. Also, somewhat good news: it was not my partner's AlphaSmart giving her problems, it was her desktop computer. Something about RAM and being overwritten. She still lost a lot, but managed to get some back.
Title: The Space Between
Category: SG-1, Gen, Friendship
Rating: PG
Season/Spoilers: End of Series
Synopsis: A final conversation between friends.
Warning: Kinda character death, kinda not.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
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Pain ripped though her in a flash of white, and then there was nothing. She was floating, hovering above herself, separate, yet connected. She groaned. She was a flying cliché. Again.
A hint of laughter floated by. "You never did take leaving your corporeal form well," a familiar voice commented before disappearing into the ether.
She rolled her eyes, or would have had she still had them, knowing it was an understatement. There was a reason she kept returning to human form, and it wasn't her love of paperwork or chocolate ice cream. The thought brought her back to earth. Well, not physically, of course. She could never return to life in the form she was just in again, at least not while her loved ones were living and breathing, two things she hoped they would do for a long time to come. Two things she was going to do her best to make sure happened for as long as she possibly could.
"So that whole 'do not interfere' thing is right out the window with you, isn't it?" a voice asked, warm with laughter but laced with the cool undertones of sorrow.
She turned, not surprised to find her friend beside her. "Daniel," she greeted him. Their bodies were frozen in the moment, their essences conversing in the time and space between.
"You didn't need my help, and seem to be old friends with the Others, so I'm assuming you've been here before," he guessed. There was no bitterness in his tone, only understanding.
"Once or twice," she replied, fighting the wry smirk that would have been out of place. She saw the thread of sorrow flicker. "I didn't mean to hide this from you..." she started.
"I know," he cut her off. "I'm assuming the explanation involves something along the lines of 'the Others decreed...' or something like that," he shrugged, or came as close to it as he could without actually having shoulders.
"Something like that," she agreed, figuring it was the simplest explanation, even if it was not the most complete.
He glanced down to their bodies once more, moving a fraction of a millimeter as time crept by. "Will there be anything to bring home?" he asked quietly. Nervously, he added, "They're going to want an explanation."
She seemed to consider that for a small eon, another millimeter. "If you're willing to loan me a bit of your mojo, I think we can swing it," she finally decided.
He looked to her, confusion rolling around him in thick waves. "How? I don't..."
"You do, and you always will," she assured him. "You may or may not be able to tap into it consciously in this life again, but it's still there all the same."
"Why?" he asked simply.
She did not want to give too much away, could feel the Others edging closer to witness a possible infraction. Screw them. "You might just need it again some day," she winked.
The confusion was still there, but she saw that he took her at her word. "If we're going to do this, we're going to have to do it soon," was all he said.
She nodded, the sounds of physicality beginning to float around them. Electricity humming. Voices murmuring. Hearts breaking. She knew what he was waiting for, trusting her to guide him. "Think of everything you are, everything you will be, summon all the tiny traces of energy and movement, and focus it on this moment," she directed. She watched as his existence flashed by, everything he had been thus far in his lives. It was short, a measly number in comparison to some, but she knew this was only temporary, that he had so much more lain out before him. The hints of it came; already he was drawing on more than he knew.
She closed her eyes and did the same, floating backwards in time: the soldier, the scientist, the little girl, the dutiful wife, the scorned woman, the flippant harlot, the priestess, the princess, the healer, the sorceress. She opened them slowly, seeing Daniel watching her in awe, knowing he saw far more than he really should have. Good. "Ready?" she prompted.
He nodded. "I'm going to have to watch you die, aren't I?"
"Technically, yes," she answered honestly. "But you know better, don't you?"
"Yeah," he agreed. He swallowed, his essence already starting to sink back into his body. "I'm assuming you can't tell me your real name?"
"Does it matter? You already know me, know who I am. A name can't change that."
He smiled. Soft. Sad. He summoned everything he had, giving it to her without question, knowing she would take what she needed, do what she needed, and return the rest. Nearly human again, he whispered, "I'm going to miss you, Janet."
Ganos smiled, light bursting forth. "I'm going to miss you too, Daniel, but we will meet again."
End.
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Feedback always welcomed.
Title: The Space Between
Category: SG-1, Gen, Friendship
Rating: PG
Season/Spoilers: End of Series
Synopsis: A final conversation between friends.
Warning: Kinda character death, kinda not.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
~~~~~~~~~~
Pain ripped though her in a flash of white, and then there was nothing. She was floating, hovering above herself, separate, yet connected. She groaned. She was a flying cliché. Again.
A hint of laughter floated by. "You never did take leaving your corporeal form well," a familiar voice commented before disappearing into the ether.
She rolled her eyes, or would have had she still had them, knowing it was an understatement. There was a reason she kept returning to human form, and it wasn't her love of paperwork or chocolate ice cream. The thought brought her back to earth. Well, not physically, of course. She could never return to life in the form she was just in again, at least not while her loved ones were living and breathing, two things she hoped they would do for a long time to come. Two things she was going to do her best to make sure happened for as long as she possibly could.
"So that whole 'do not interfere' thing is right out the window with you, isn't it?" a voice asked, warm with laughter but laced with the cool undertones of sorrow.
She turned, not surprised to find her friend beside her. "Daniel," she greeted him. Their bodies were frozen in the moment, their essences conversing in the time and space between.
"You didn't need my help, and seem to be old friends with the Others, so I'm assuming you've been here before," he guessed. There was no bitterness in his tone, only understanding.
"Once or twice," she replied, fighting the wry smirk that would have been out of place. She saw the thread of sorrow flicker. "I didn't mean to hide this from you..." she started.
"I know," he cut her off. "I'm assuming the explanation involves something along the lines of 'the Others decreed...' or something like that," he shrugged, or came as close to it as he could without actually having shoulders.
"Something like that," she agreed, figuring it was the simplest explanation, even if it was not the most complete.
He glanced down to their bodies once more, moving a fraction of a millimeter as time crept by. "Will there be anything to bring home?" he asked quietly. Nervously, he added, "They're going to want an explanation."
She seemed to consider that for a small eon, another millimeter. "If you're willing to loan me a bit of your mojo, I think we can swing it," she finally decided.
He looked to her, confusion rolling around him in thick waves. "How? I don't..."
"You do, and you always will," she assured him. "You may or may not be able to tap into it consciously in this life again, but it's still there all the same."
"Why?" he asked simply.
She did not want to give too much away, could feel the Others edging closer to witness a possible infraction. Screw them. "You might just need it again some day," she winked.
The confusion was still there, but she saw that he took her at her word. "If we're going to do this, we're going to have to do it soon," was all he said.
She nodded, the sounds of physicality beginning to float around them. Electricity humming. Voices murmuring. Hearts breaking. She knew what he was waiting for, trusting her to guide him. "Think of everything you are, everything you will be, summon all the tiny traces of energy and movement, and focus it on this moment," she directed. She watched as his existence flashed by, everything he had been thus far in his lives. It was short, a measly number in comparison to some, but she knew this was only temporary, that he had so much more lain out before him. The hints of it came; already he was drawing on more than he knew.
She closed her eyes and did the same, floating backwards in time: the soldier, the scientist, the little girl, the dutiful wife, the scorned woman, the flippant harlot, the priestess, the princess, the healer, the sorceress. She opened them slowly, seeing Daniel watching her in awe, knowing he saw far more than he really should have. Good. "Ready?" she prompted.
He nodded. "I'm going to have to watch you die, aren't I?"
"Technically, yes," she answered honestly. "But you know better, don't you?"
"Yeah," he agreed. He swallowed, his essence already starting to sink back into his body. "I'm assuming you can't tell me your real name?"
"Does it matter? You already know me, know who I am. A name can't change that."
He smiled. Soft. Sad. He summoned everything he had, giving it to her without question, knowing she would take what she needed, do what she needed, and return the rest. Nearly human again, he whispered, "I'm going to miss you, Janet."
Ganos smiled, light bursting forth. "I'm going to miss you too, Daniel, but we will meet again."
End.
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Feedback always welcomed.