blue flamingos

Five glimpses members of SG-1 got of Daniel's life before he entered the SG program

Fandom: Stargate SG1


Year/Length: 488 words

Pairing: Jack/Daniel


Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, for which I should think they're profoundly grateful.




Author's Notes: All of these have at least one thing that gets expanded a bit in one of the other fics, because I decided I needed a gimmick


Feedback: Yes please. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad.



Daniel should have known better than to touch something the purpose of which was still unknown while in Atlantis. Of course, having his best childhood memories played out in glorious technicolor for anyone to see was a pretty strong reminder.

Later, he was grateful that only Sam had been there. At the time, as well, since she shut it off before it ran for long enough to make him start choking up with longing.


Cam should have known better than to touch anything in Jackson's office while Jackson was under the influence of a truth serum. In his defense, he'd thought the piece of rock was just a random piece of rock that Jackson used as a paperweight or something. He hadn't expected it to from the building collapse that had killed Jackson's parents, and he sure as hell hadn't expected to get that story, delivered in a monotone while Jackson wouldn't look at him, face anguished and angry, trying to shut himself up.


Teal'c did know better than to ask leading questions while Daniel was high on the local equivalent of morphine and bleeding from a thigh wound. What he didn't know was that the local equivalent of morphine tended to make people a lot more happy than having been shot really warranted. Daniel demonstrated this by singing, in twelve different languages, his favorite drinking songs.

Apparently, it later turned out, Daniel had learned them all in college. No-one was quite sure what to say to that.


Vala knew far better than to let Daniel near a bookshop, but she also knew far better than to try to stop him. Instead, she went off with Sam to pick through the rather paltry selection of clothing stores that the small town offered. When she went back to retrieve Daniel two hours later, he was carrying a small brown bag.

"What could you possibly want with any more books?" she asked, taking the bag from his unresisting hands, expecting something dry and dull and probably written in another language.

Actually, it was a hardback book with a picture of a pyramid on the front, and a photograph of a very young Daniel inside the cover. Daniel didn't say anything, but he also didn't ask for it back. For a book written by Daniel, it actually wasn't bad.


Jack knew better than to ask Daniel about life before the SGC. He knew better than to ask most people, because the SGC seemed to draw in a disproportionately high number of people with pasts they didn't like to talk about.

With Daniel, it didn't matter, because he'd lie next to Jack in the mostly-dark, both of them relaxed and sated, and tell him surface level stories about his life. Jack appreciated the sentiment, even if he wasn't too sure about the content; he just couldn't imagine being friends with the Daniel who'd existed before the SGC.

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