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SG-1: From the Diary of Daniel Jackson - The First Commandment (Jack/Daniel)
Title: From the Diary of Daniel Jackson - The First Commandment
Posted on or about: August 11, 2000
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Daniel, eventually
Word Count: 1423
Summary: For the first time since the original Abydos mission, Daniel can start keeping a Journal again.
Well, as they say, turn about is fair play. Teal’c is teaching me to shoot a gun, and I am teaching him to drive a car.
General Hammond has apparently given him limited off-base privileges and he says he doesn’t like to ask people to drive him into town when it’s a skill he could learn himself easily enough.
Teaching him to “aim” the car is the easy part. Explaining the rules of the road is a whole different matter. I never realized how many rules you take into account every time you turn a corner or drive in the rain. And teaching him to drive is like teaching English as a foreign language - every time you say, “the rule is this:” you have to follow it with, “Except when...”
But he’s getting it. I’m getting an interesting perspective of what I must have looked like on Abydos. Driving is just one of those things most adults do. We don’t think about it; we just get in the car and go. Just like most people on Abydos can grind yaphetta flour.
Fortunately the worst you can do when you screw up flour is mess up your dinner plans. Screw up driving a car and... I could have sworn I told him that a yellow light means to slow down. He said the last time we went out, I blew through one. I guess it’s a judgment call, and I’m not sure how to explain to him when you go faster and when you slow down.
At any rate, we’re teaching each other how point a deadly weapon. Jack laughed when I told him that.
Teal’c’s pretty cool. I wasn’t sure I’d ever really be able to like him after what happened with Sha’re. But it wasn’t his fault and he’s dedicated himself to correcting the problem, so I really can’t hate him. I actually tried to. But it’s not much in my nature to really and truly hate someone - especially someone who does everything they can to earn my forgiveness. And besides, he’s interesting. I don’t think he even knows what the word ‘geek’ means. Apparently on Chulak *no one* picks on the smart guys. It’s just not done. And as much as Teal’c’s still trying to sort out human behavior, he doesn’t seem to accept it when I tell him that Jack teasing me - or Dr. Carter - about being intelligent is the status quo here on Earth. Funny how my giving him dirty looks didn’t even slow him down, but if Teal’c raises that eyebrow Jack cuts it out immediately. I think I’ve gotten some sort of unofficial bodyguard or something.
I think Jack about had a stroke when I actually told him I didn’t want to leave the base the other night. Teal’c and I were comparing Earth’s ancient Egyptian myths with the stories and ‘histories’ the Jaffa and others from Chulak were raised with. It was fascinating and I didn’t want to end the conversation. Besides, it’s hard to get Teal’c to open up like he was.
I get that. People are still nervous around him. People still don’t know what to do with me. We’re the leading misfits of the SGC, so I suppose it only makes sense that we should develop some sort of friendship.
Jack got all weird about me staying on base and had me promise to sign out a car and come home when Teal’c and I were done talking. I have no idea why he was so insistent, but I guess I shouldn’t bitch as long as I’m his guest.
Speaking of which, I think I may have a line on an apartment downtown. It’s not in the best section of town, but it’ll do. I’m going to go see it tonight and talk to Jack after I sign the lease. I’m afraid if I talk to him before I do that, he’ll try and talk me out of it just to be... I don’t know... polite. Jack’s not exactly the “don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out,” sort, but we’re getting more and more snappish with each other, so it’s time.
I won a bet. Jack didn’t think I was ready to get certified on this dumb pistol they’re making me carry. How it got turned into a pride thing on my part, I’m not quite sure, but there I was making him a bet that I could pass minimum requirements to carry the thing through the ‘Gate.
Why do I suddenly feel manipulated?
Anyway, Jack lost the bet and I make him wear my hat on our last mission. He hates those hats.
He cheats though. He made Carter wear one too. Teal’c said he tried to get him to wear one too, but to say the least, it didn’t go over well. I managed to dig up a bandana to tie my hair out of my eyes. Jack said I looked silly. Too bad. You spend a few years digging around in the desert, you learn to do what it takes to keep your hair out of your eyes. (Jack would tell me to cut it, but I really can’t be bothered right now, so I’d tell him to stuff it.) I got nifty sunglass clips for my glasses, too. It’s amazing what the Air Force will give me if I ask. The one draw back to my little ploy was that the bandana didn’t keep the sun off my face and on that planet, it would have been a Very Good Thing. I got a fairly nasty sunburn. So of course now Jack’s teasing me about having Noxema patches on my cheeks.
But you know what...? I don’t care. I’m in far too good a mood to let his teasing get to me right now.
I saved his military ass.
It was my plan to have Teal’c start the shield generators on my cue that would prove that Hanson was a fraud. Of course, if I’d been a few seconds later, Jack would have been tossed through the gate and hit the iris on the other side. But he wasn’t. I saved him. It’s kind of cool.
I guess I have to admit that at the time it was mortifying. If those people hadn’t believed me, if I hadn’t gotten them to turn against Hanson, I’d probably have been duck-walked right into the gate after Jack and Conner.
But it did work. Jack even said he was proud of me for handling things as well as I did. It shouldn’t mean so much to me that Jack was proud of me, but it does. I can’t remember the last time someone was proud of me.
I know that more often than not, it’s me who’s slowing down the group, causing trouble, arguing with Jack’s military ‘sense’ of things... but this time... this time I did good. It feels good to know that I’m more than a walking multi-language dictionary. Every once in a while I pull my own weight.
I feel pretty bad for Captain Carter. I mean, as much as I hate the way I’ve lost Sha’re the way I did, at least I have the hope that the thing that took her over can be removed and my Sha’re can be returned to me. I didn’t have to watch her... go insane. I mean, the Goa’uld use the idea of being a god as a ruse, to scare people into being their slaves. This nutcase thought he was God. As in... God-god. I talked Captain Carter for a while after the debriefing, she says she was over him before this started, but I have to wonder if anyone truly gets over anyone entirely.
I can’t imagine ever being ‘over’ Sha’re. I haven’t had a lot of other relationships, but if someone I had been with were to suddenly turn up in my life again (and subsequently develop delusions of grandeur) I don’t think I’d be able to just chalk it up to another day in the SGC the way she’s trying to. Hopefully she can talk to Dr. Fraiser or someone, because she really didn’t seem to want to talk to me about it much.
Jack just announced that dinner’s ready. I still have that car I signed out, so I’m going to go look at that apartment after we eat. Guess I need to come up with some story to explain away being gone for a few hours.
Posted on or about: August 11, 2000
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Daniel, eventually
Word Count: 1423
Summary: For the first time since the original Abydos mission, Daniel can start keeping a Journal again.
Well, as they say, turn about is fair play. Teal’c is teaching me to shoot a gun, and I am teaching him to drive a car.
General Hammond has apparently given him limited off-base privileges and he says he doesn’t like to ask people to drive him into town when it’s a skill he could learn himself easily enough.
Teaching him to “aim” the car is the easy part. Explaining the rules of the road is a whole different matter. I never realized how many rules you take into account every time you turn a corner or drive in the rain. And teaching him to drive is like teaching English as a foreign language - every time you say, “the rule is this:” you have to follow it with, “Except when...”
But he’s getting it. I’m getting an interesting perspective of what I must have looked like on Abydos. Driving is just one of those things most adults do. We don’t think about it; we just get in the car and go. Just like most people on Abydos can grind yaphetta flour.
Fortunately the worst you can do when you screw up flour is mess up your dinner plans. Screw up driving a car and... I could have sworn I told him that a yellow light means to slow down. He said the last time we went out, I blew through one. I guess it’s a judgment call, and I’m not sure how to explain to him when you go faster and when you slow down.
At any rate, we’re teaching each other how point a deadly weapon. Jack laughed when I told him that.
Teal’c’s pretty cool. I wasn’t sure I’d ever really be able to like him after what happened with Sha’re. But it wasn’t his fault and he’s dedicated himself to correcting the problem, so I really can’t hate him. I actually tried to. But it’s not much in my nature to really and truly hate someone - especially someone who does everything they can to earn my forgiveness. And besides, he’s interesting. I don’t think he even knows what the word ‘geek’ means. Apparently on Chulak *no one* picks on the smart guys. It’s just not done. And as much as Teal’c’s still trying to sort out human behavior, he doesn’t seem to accept it when I tell him that Jack teasing me - or Dr. Carter - about being intelligent is the status quo here on Earth. Funny how my giving him dirty looks didn’t even slow him down, but if Teal’c raises that eyebrow Jack cuts it out immediately. I think I’ve gotten some sort of unofficial bodyguard or something.
I think Jack about had a stroke when I actually told him I didn’t want to leave the base the other night. Teal’c and I were comparing Earth’s ancient Egyptian myths with the stories and ‘histories’ the Jaffa and others from Chulak were raised with. It was fascinating and I didn’t want to end the conversation. Besides, it’s hard to get Teal’c to open up like he was.
I get that. People are still nervous around him. People still don’t know what to do with me. We’re the leading misfits of the SGC, so I suppose it only makes sense that we should develop some sort of friendship.
Jack got all weird about me staying on base and had me promise to sign out a car and come home when Teal’c and I were done talking. I have no idea why he was so insistent, but I guess I shouldn’t bitch as long as I’m his guest.
Speaking of which, I think I may have a line on an apartment downtown. It’s not in the best section of town, but it’ll do. I’m going to go see it tonight and talk to Jack after I sign the lease. I’m afraid if I talk to him before I do that, he’ll try and talk me out of it just to be... I don’t know... polite. Jack’s not exactly the “don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out,” sort, but we’re getting more and more snappish with each other, so it’s time.
I won a bet. Jack didn’t think I was ready to get certified on this dumb pistol they’re making me carry. How it got turned into a pride thing on my part, I’m not quite sure, but there I was making him a bet that I could pass minimum requirements to carry the thing through the ‘Gate.
Why do I suddenly feel manipulated?
Anyway, Jack lost the bet and I make him wear my hat on our last mission. He hates those hats.
He cheats though. He made Carter wear one too. Teal’c said he tried to get him to wear one too, but to say the least, it didn’t go over well. I managed to dig up a bandana to tie my hair out of my eyes. Jack said I looked silly. Too bad. You spend a few years digging around in the desert, you learn to do what it takes to keep your hair out of your eyes. (Jack would tell me to cut it, but I really can’t be bothered right now, so I’d tell him to stuff it.) I got nifty sunglass clips for my glasses, too. It’s amazing what the Air Force will give me if I ask. The one draw back to my little ploy was that the bandana didn’t keep the sun off my face and on that planet, it would have been a Very Good Thing. I got a fairly nasty sunburn. So of course now Jack’s teasing me about having Noxema patches on my cheeks.
But you know what...? I don’t care. I’m in far too good a mood to let his teasing get to me right now.
I saved his military ass.
It was my plan to have Teal’c start the shield generators on my cue that would prove that Hanson was a fraud. Of course, if I’d been a few seconds later, Jack would have been tossed through the gate and hit the iris on the other side. But he wasn’t. I saved him. It’s kind of cool.
I guess I have to admit that at the time it was mortifying. If those people hadn’t believed me, if I hadn’t gotten them to turn against Hanson, I’d probably have been duck-walked right into the gate after Jack and Conner.
But it did work. Jack even said he was proud of me for handling things as well as I did. It shouldn’t mean so much to me that Jack was proud of me, but it does. I can’t remember the last time someone was proud of me.
I know that more often than not, it’s me who’s slowing down the group, causing trouble, arguing with Jack’s military ‘sense’ of things... but this time... this time I did good. It feels good to know that I’m more than a walking multi-language dictionary. Every once in a while I pull my own weight.
I feel pretty bad for Captain Carter. I mean, as much as I hate the way I’ve lost Sha’re the way I did, at least I have the hope that the thing that took her over can be removed and my Sha’re can be returned to me. I didn’t have to watch her... go insane. I mean, the Goa’uld use the idea of being a god as a ruse, to scare people into being their slaves. This nutcase thought he was God. As in... God-god. I talked Captain Carter for a while after the debriefing, she says she was over him before this started, but I have to wonder if anyone truly gets over anyone entirely.
I can’t imagine ever being ‘over’ Sha’re. I haven’t had a lot of other relationships, but if someone I had been with were to suddenly turn up in my life again (and subsequently develop delusions of grandeur) I don’t think I’d be able to just chalk it up to another day in the SGC the way she’s trying to. Hopefully she can talk to Dr. Fraiser or someone, because she really didn’t seem to want to talk to me about it much.
Jack just announced that dinner’s ready. I still have that car I signed out, so I’m going to go look at that apartment after we eat. Guess I need to come up with some story to explain away being gone for a few hours.