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[#014] TIME TO SPEAK UP (STARGATE: SG1)
Theme Prompt: #014 - Time of need
Title: Time to Speak Up
Fandom: Stargate: SG1
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 983 words
Summary: Things go badly when Daniel and Jack are both being childish
The tunnel stretched ahead into the darkness. Water dripped down the stone walls at intervals and Daniel saw there was moss growing in the cracks where the moisture was most prevalent. He swung his torch up and over the ceiling, appreciating the carvings that decorated sections of the tunnel. He had recorded several of them for later study until he noticed the repeating pattern and worked out what they meant. Now he was just waiting for the opportunity to make use of that knowledge.
Up ahead, Jack was striding onwards, one hand directing his own torch forwards to light the way, while the other held a map he was peering at.
“Are you sure this is right, Carter?” he asked, his tone plaintive.
Sam sighed. She was walking just behind Jack, using her torch to provide the light he was reading the map by.
“It’s an accurate representation of the tunnel system, as mapped from above, using seismic exploration technology attached to the MALP, sir.”
“A simple yes would have sufficed.” Now Jack was starting to sound testy.
“Well, there was no way of knowing exactly how far the tunnels reach without coming down here in person to look, sir.” Sam sighed again. “That’s why we’re here.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
Daniel considered there were a lot of things Jack didn’t know that he could tell him. But, given the fight they’d had earlier, he wasn’t sure he was inclined to do so. He glanced over at Teal’c, who was trudging along beside him, glowering at the ground. It wasn’t really fair to subject his other teammates to more of this aimless wandering, though. Daniel cleared his throat.
Jack stopped dead, so abruptly that Sam actually barrelled into him. Once they had sorted themselves out, Jack spun round and glared back down the tunnel at Daniel.
“Yes, Daniel? Was there something you wanted to add?” The sweetness of Jack’s tone let Daniel know he was still really mad.
“I just wanted to reiterate my willingness to help.” He gestured at the map. “If you need it.”
Jack frowned, looking from the map to Daniel and back again. He opened his mouth, thought better of it, and shut it again.
“No, thank you,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “I am perfectly capable of reading a map. I don’t require any assistance, especially from you.”
Teal’c spoke up. “We have been wandering down here for some time now, O’Neill. It does not appear that you map is able to furnish us with helpful information. If Daniel Jackson is able to aid us in finding a way out, you should listen to what he has to say.”
Jack looked around at his team, taking in Sam’s despondent expression and Teal'c's slumped shoulders, then apparently weighing them against Daniel’s confrontational stance. Daniel maintained eye contact, not willing to give an inch. If Jack wanted his help, he’d have to say so directly. Jack cracked first.
“Oh, all right. I give up. Amaze us with your directional wisdom, O Great One.” He waved the map at Daniel.
“No need for the map,” Daniel said with a grin. Then he pointed at the carvings that adorned the tunnel ceiling. “You just need to know how to read the tunnels themselves.”
Checking where they were in relation to the repeating pattern, he took a few paces back the way they’d come, examined the walls for a moment and then pressed one of the stones. It depressed inwards a couple of inches and then a whole section of the tunnel wall rose up, revealing a staircase. Dust cascaded down over the opening and it was just possible to see some light filtering down from above.
Daniel looked back to see the other three just staring at him.
“How did you know that was there?” Sam asked in wonder.
Daniel wasn’t sure how his answer would be received. “It says so on the ceiling.”
“But what are the chances we’d be standing right next to the exit?” she wanted to know.
“There are actually exits every few hundred feet or so.” Daniel offered up a sheepish smile. “So we’ve been pretty close to one or another the whole time.”
“The whole time?” Even in the darkness of the tunnel, Daniel could see Jack’s face turning red. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“I did try! But you weren’t interested. You were so set on following your stupid map. You didn’t want my help.”
Sam pushed past him. “You could have been more insistent, Daniel. Just because the Colonel is so stubborn, it doesn’t mean you had to subject the rest of us to endless wandering.”
She started up the stairs.
“Is it too much to ask for a little respect for my abilities?” Daniel muttered, aware he was being childish.
But Jack brought out the worst in him sometimes. And it was so hard not to push back when Jack marginalised him so often. He did feel bad about Sam and Teal’c but he thought Jack needed to be taught a lesson.
Teal’c also went up the stairs, leaving Jack and Daniel facing each other in the tunnel.
“That was a bit petty, Daniel,” Jack said. He rolled up the map, slotted it into a pocket and followed the others up towards the surface.
Daniel trailed behind, wondering how he’d ended up the bad guy.
Now he’d have to apologise to Sam and Teal’c and he got the impression the lesson he’d intended had been entirely lost on Jack. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to play him at his own game. It just made Daniel look back when it backfired. As annoying as it might be, it was probably better to exercise maturity and combat Jack’s petulance with magnanimity rather than resistance. Next time, he’d try to remember that. Because there was sure to be a next time.
Title: Time to Speak Up
Fandom: Stargate: SG1
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 983 words
Summary: Things go badly when Daniel and Jack are both being childish
The tunnel stretched ahead into the darkness. Water dripped down the stone walls at intervals and Daniel saw there was moss growing in the cracks where the moisture was most prevalent. He swung his torch up and over the ceiling, appreciating the carvings that decorated sections of the tunnel. He had recorded several of them for later study until he noticed the repeating pattern and worked out what they meant. Now he was just waiting for the opportunity to make use of that knowledge.
Up ahead, Jack was striding onwards, one hand directing his own torch forwards to light the way, while the other held a map he was peering at.
“Are you sure this is right, Carter?” he asked, his tone plaintive.
Sam sighed. She was walking just behind Jack, using her torch to provide the light he was reading the map by.
“It’s an accurate representation of the tunnel system, as mapped from above, using seismic exploration technology attached to the MALP, sir.”
“A simple yes would have sufficed.” Now Jack was starting to sound testy.
“Well, there was no way of knowing exactly how far the tunnels reach without coming down here in person to look, sir.” Sam sighed again. “That’s why we’re here.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
Daniel considered there were a lot of things Jack didn’t know that he could tell him. But, given the fight they’d had earlier, he wasn’t sure he was inclined to do so. He glanced over at Teal’c, who was trudging along beside him, glowering at the ground. It wasn’t really fair to subject his other teammates to more of this aimless wandering, though. Daniel cleared his throat.
Jack stopped dead, so abruptly that Sam actually barrelled into him. Once they had sorted themselves out, Jack spun round and glared back down the tunnel at Daniel.
“Yes, Daniel? Was there something you wanted to add?” The sweetness of Jack’s tone let Daniel know he was still really mad.
“I just wanted to reiterate my willingness to help.” He gestured at the map. “If you need it.”
Jack frowned, looking from the map to Daniel and back again. He opened his mouth, thought better of it, and shut it again.
“No, thank you,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “I am perfectly capable of reading a map. I don’t require any assistance, especially from you.”
Teal’c spoke up. “We have been wandering down here for some time now, O’Neill. It does not appear that you map is able to furnish us with helpful information. If Daniel Jackson is able to aid us in finding a way out, you should listen to what he has to say.”
Jack looked around at his team, taking in Sam’s despondent expression and Teal'c's slumped shoulders, then apparently weighing them against Daniel’s confrontational stance. Daniel maintained eye contact, not willing to give an inch. If Jack wanted his help, he’d have to say so directly. Jack cracked first.
“Oh, all right. I give up. Amaze us with your directional wisdom, O Great One.” He waved the map at Daniel.
“No need for the map,” Daniel said with a grin. Then he pointed at the carvings that adorned the tunnel ceiling. “You just need to know how to read the tunnels themselves.”
Checking where they were in relation to the repeating pattern, he took a few paces back the way they’d come, examined the walls for a moment and then pressed one of the stones. It depressed inwards a couple of inches and then a whole section of the tunnel wall rose up, revealing a staircase. Dust cascaded down over the opening and it was just possible to see some light filtering down from above.
Daniel looked back to see the other three just staring at him.
“How did you know that was there?” Sam asked in wonder.
Daniel wasn’t sure how his answer would be received. “It says so on the ceiling.”
“But what are the chances we’d be standing right next to the exit?” she wanted to know.
“There are actually exits every few hundred feet or so.” Daniel offered up a sheepish smile. “So we’ve been pretty close to one or another the whole time.”
“The whole time?” Even in the darkness of the tunnel, Daniel could see Jack’s face turning red. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“I did try! But you weren’t interested. You were so set on following your stupid map. You didn’t want my help.”
Sam pushed past him. “You could have been more insistent, Daniel. Just because the Colonel is so stubborn, it doesn’t mean you had to subject the rest of us to endless wandering.”
She started up the stairs.
“Is it too much to ask for a little respect for my abilities?” Daniel muttered, aware he was being childish.
But Jack brought out the worst in him sometimes. And it was so hard not to push back when Jack marginalised him so often. He did feel bad about Sam and Teal’c but he thought Jack needed to be taught a lesson.
Teal’c also went up the stairs, leaving Jack and Daniel facing each other in the tunnel.
“That was a bit petty, Daniel,” Jack said. He rolled up the map, slotted it into a pocket and followed the others up towards the surface.
Daniel trailed behind, wondering how he’d ended up the bad guy.
Now he’d have to apologise to Sam and Teal’c and he got the impression the lesson he’d intended had been entirely lost on Jack. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to play him at his own game. It just made Daniel look back when it backfired. As annoying as it might be, it was probably better to exercise maturity and combat Jack’s petulance with magnanimity rather than resistance. Next time, he’d try to remember that. Because there was sure to be a next time.
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Poor Daniel. Some people don't learn lessons, even the hard way.