ext_28606 ([identity profile] annieb1955.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2012-05-21 11:01 am
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In Hiding by [livejournal.com profile] alynt (PG)

Fandom: STARGATE SG1
Pairing: None
Length: 3,931
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] alynt
Author Website: BrothersInArms
Warnings: None
Why this must be read: This is a well written and intriguing what if tag for Lifeboat. The author does a wonderful job with all the voices and characterisations. There's empathy for not just Daniel but for the OC in this as well, even though she's a little creepy. I mean, who wouldn't want to stay with Daniel? There's the bonus of a lovely vid that was made for this too by the talented Holdt.

Author's Summary: Tag for Lifeboat. What if someone stayed behind.



He couldn’t sit still. Daniel roamed the living room again, pausing a moment to run his hands over the statue standing on the coffee table. He liked the feel of the cool rough stone beneath his fingers. As soon as he’d set eyes on it, he knew he had to have it. He’d bought it at a market, hadn’t he? Where? Egypt? No, not Egypt. He supposed it didn’t matter.

His head was still aching a bit and Janet had said it would take a little time for him to recover fully. Turning, he gazed around his apartment. Strange, it was almost as though he didn’t belong here. As though he was an intruder, spying on someone else’s private life.

He walked out onto the balcony and gazed down at the street below. Suddenly, a chill swept over him and he shivered, feeling unaccountably uneasy. Something bad had happened here, he was sure of it. He frowned. No, nothing had happened because Jack had come. He’d wanted to end it, end his life but then Jack had been here. He felt almost angry at the vague memory but had no idea why.

A car pulled up in front of the apartment building and Daniel groaned as he saw Sam and Teal’c exit the vehicle, then Jack. He wasn’t in the mood for this. All he wanted to do was be alone. He didn’t feel like talking to anyone or to have people hovering over him.

He’d just pretend he wasn’t home. He walked back inside and headed into his bedroom, sitting down on the bed, straining to hear the knock at the door. Even though he was expecting it, he still jumped a little when the sharp rap sounded. He felt a little foolish when he realized he was holding his breath.



In Hiding