Artist: Major Cliffhanger
Characters/Pairing: Daniel Jackson, SG-1
Word Count: 6500 words
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Summary: His name is Daniel Jackson. Peaceful explorer. Member of SG-1. A month ago, his life was what passed for normal: Jack was an Asgard spaceship, Sam was a prisoner of the Replicator Fifth, they were all about to die. But they didn't. They defeated the Replicators, got Jack back, got Sam back, went home.
He's been lost before.
Not like this.
Notes: AU and missing scenes from "Zero Hour"—S8e4
Less Than Zero (6596 words) by ivorygates
( Marvel comics, literary criticism, and more. )
I am willing to negotiate on everything except the Stargate DVDs, which I have sentimental attachment to and for some reason am willing to part with, but only if they all go out together. Shipping is free in the US. I will send everything USPS Media Mail. If you're outside of the US, we can probably come to an arrangement.
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Word Count: 57725
Cover Artist: eilidh17
Extra Art by: sg1mouse
Summary - Mere weeks after descending, Daniel is the victim of a heinous hate crime here on Earth. Jack struggles to help him through not only the crime, but his past demons also.
Genre: H/C, Angst, Slash, Multimedia, Whump, Limp!Daniel, Headcanon/Personal Canon
Warnings: Trigger Warning, Rape, Dark, Non-Con, Underage, Suggested Suicide
Notes: Takes place shortly after season 7 episode: Homecoming.
This story deals with mental trauma, and suicidal ideation. Please read the warnings before you read the story. Also, due to time restraints, this has only been partially beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.
Thanks: I would like to thank the following for help & encouragement: Mitch H., Solstice Winter & Sue Zevitt-McNiece.
And a very BIG thank you to eilidh17 for her wonderful cover art!
Story can be read here: http://sniperphoto7.wixsite.com/
The rest of the morning has been spent listening to music and reading.
( The Morning Wibble )
Me: What should I do about this housing situation? Should I move or shouldn't I?
My brain: Dunno, but you know what could explain instantaneous Vulcan telepthy across light years? Quantum entanglement.
Me: Um, thanks?
Ring up the DVLA to lodge a complaint. They state they never received my notification. I tear my flat apart and I cannot find my log book anywhere, so I think what happened is that I sent it, they never got it and I never realised that I didn't get it back. I got my driving license back ok though, and that's the same fucking DVLA... right.
So, I can't tax it over the phone because it's registered to a different address. No-one is actually able to tell my why just that it's policy. I argue that the situation was the same in September last year yet I was able to tax her over the phone then. Again, no-one had an answer for why...
We've covered that they're fucking useless, right?
I end up having to take the morning off work to go into town (rang my boss last night in panicked hysteria), go to the post office, fill in a 'lost log book' form (making it very clear I sent it to them in May 2014 and that I was very unhappy at having to pay a £25 fee for a replacement for 'losing' it). Then the lump sum for the 6 months tax wiped out my savings. I couldn't set up a DD because of the whole 'wrong address' issue.
This evening I rang up the fine company again and they've at least let me set up a payment plan so I don't have to try and find that. That's a nice £17 a month for the next few months.
I also asked if an apology could get back to the girl I'd spoken to last night because in hindsight I was rude to her (although lets face it, you shouldn't work in the inbound call centre for debt collectors if you can't handle stressed/pissed/angry people!)
I may sound calm as I'm writing this but I'm still stressed out as fuck. I'm very pissed - at the DVLA and myself. I'm embarrassed. I'm stress eating - and just aware enough that I'm doing it but not healthy enough that my coping techniques are working.
Author on LJ: jdjunkie
Author's Website: JDJunkie at AO3
Link: Lesson Learned
Why This Must Be Read: This charming little ficlet is both metaphorically and literally sweet: a peaceful moment of friendship between Teal'c and Daniel, at the beginning.
And of course this one pushes all my happy buttons, because JDJunkie wrote it at my request. :)
This world. Earth's. His world, and now Teal'c's.
I was told I look more like myself today. That made me smile. (Although, who have I been looking like if not myself?
Today was also one of those days where everything fell into place with work. I had a really productive day and it was one of those where every time I blinked the clock had shot forward. I was able to finally resolve a couple of really big, ongoing, frustrating, accounts issues which made me feel awesome.
I wasn't completely wiped out when I got in either which made a nice change. I had enough energy to catch up on all the dishes that needed washing. I cooked (ok, took a frozen dinner out and nuked it) and watched The Lego Movie. I'm about hitting a wall now, ability-to-can wise, though but this is the best I've been in about 6 weeks.
I don't know if this is the beginning of a positive upwards trend or 'just' A Good Day - either way, I'm not complaining. I mean, I'd really like to find my old routine again - there's plenty of stuff I miss doing but I also know better than to push myself. Right now, if all I'm managing is one thing around the house of an evening? Well, that's better than the other week. So maybe next week I will aim to make my evenings be 'one thing in the house, cook/eat/watch and then make the effort to come online and blog/read my flist.
I need a nuclear physicist.
Or an astrophysicist.
Anyone with 'physicist' in their title could answer this question, but my Google-fu is failing so hard.
I really don't want to Google 'how to jury rig a nuclear weapon'.
I can't kill the baby.
I killed an infant once before and if I do it again, people are going to wonder about me.
There is no way for that baby to make it out alive.
I have no idea what happens next.