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tamingthemuseTitle: Plan B
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Prompt: 349 - radius
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Vala and Jack want the same thing - Daniel.
Notes: Set during The Shroud (10x14)
Based on my recommendation, the IOA has proposed to the President that Daniel Jackson's life be terminated…immediately.
The stunned silence following Woolsey's pronouncement lasted only moments before everyone was speaking at once, which was probably a good thing for the military personnel in the room as the din of their overlapping words made it difficult to ascertain exactly who had uttered which threats or insults. The only one who hadn't spoken was General O'Neill, who remained seated, staring fixedly at the weasley little man who was futilely trying to refute the accusations being thrown at him.
"Enough!" Landry's voice cut through the clamor and everyone shut up. "Obviously, we are registering the objections of both this command and Homeworld Security to Mr. Woolsey's plan. Nothing," he looked at the IOA rep sternly. "I repeat, nothing will be done until that has been considered."
Cam's voice was tight with disgust. "Oh come on! We all know that's not going to do any good."
"Cam." Sam looked over at him, a warning in her eyes to remember the two generals in the room.
"In the meantime," Landry continued. "I suggest that we all retire to neutral corners and let our tempers cool. General O'Neill, Mr. Woolsey, my office in half an hour."
General O'Neill was on his feet and out the door almost before General Landry had finished speaking. But Vala could have sworn that as he pivoted toward the door, face carefully devoid of emotion and avoiding the concerned glances of his oldest friends, his eyes caught hers for a split second. What she felt then could have been from either of them, or both: anger, disgust, fear. The command she thought she heard was most definitely from him though.
O’Neill left, Landry retreated to his office - the closing of the door just short of a slam, and Woolsey plastered himself to a wall as SG-1 filed out of the room. General O’Neill was nowhere in sight. Vala followed her team long enough to determine that they were heading for Sam’s lab before unobtrusively detaching herself and heading off on her own.
As she approached Daniel's office, she tried to marshal her thoughts and strategies. She was heading here on the basis of an eye blink, possibly wishful thinking on her part, a need to connect to someone who was close to Daniel, a need for someone to take the necessary steps to assure her that they would get her Daniel back, whole, healthy... and alive.
A dim light shone from the open doorway, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was there. People were in and out of the office since Daniel’s disappearance almost as frequently as when he was here. His staff would come and grab papers or books or items, do whatever they needed to do, and then return them as usual. Others would just come and sit in there sometimes, a strange vigil that Vala had found herself indulging in more than a few times in the past months.
He was standing with his back to the door, perusing the bookshelves, the handwritten journals, idly touching small pieces of art here and there. Despite her best sneakiness, he spoke before she reached his side.
“I was wondering when you were going to show up.”
“General O'Neill.” She stopped where she was, next to Daniel’s desk, a few steps behind him.
“Miss Mal Doran,” he replied equally formally, his tone much colder than a second ago.
She hiked herself up on the desk. “Jack, then,” she said with a smile.
He turned to face her then. “Vala. Now that the introductions are out of the way...”
Of course they had been introduced before, a brief ‘How do you do’ in the hallway of the Hart Senate Office Building before he pulled Daniel into a room to the side, as far away as they dared separate themselves at that point. The bits of that conversation that she had managed to overhear had left her with a number of questions as to the nature of their relationship. Daniel refused to answer. He always refused to talk about Jack.
But this was the game, she thought, as Jack leaned against the sturdier bookcase and looked her up and down assessingly. Two people with nothing in common except for a mutual friend and backgrounds more sordid than they cared to admit. He had been out of that game for longer than she had, but she could still see some of the ruthlessness, some of that power that must have made him very, very good at his job. He was the type of man who had the ability to affect everyone within whatever given radius he chose, expanding to command a whole room, or contracting until almost no one would even know he was there.
She sat there, swinging her feet until the general relaxed, apparently finished with his assessment. Whatever he had seen was apparently enough for them to continue talking.
He sighed. “You know that Woolsey isn’t kidding around, right?”
“They can’t really kill him, can they?” she asked. And they said she was the unscrupulous one.
“I'm doing everything in my power to see that they don't.” The bleakness in his voice chilled her.
“Is it enough? Your power?” she asked carefully. She could already see from his posture, his eyes that he didn’t think it was.
He was silent for a time. Finally he spoke. “You must have seen associates, or yourself, in this situation before.”
“Many, many times.”
He nodded. “And yet you’re here talking to me.”
“I’m very good at... creative solutions.” She was suddenly aware of what he wasn’t asking her to do.
He sighed. “We all have to play to our strengths.”
“You sell yourself short, Jack, if you think your strength is bureaucratic, even now.”
She saw the inevitable response forming and cut him off as she hopped off the desk. “But you go do your bureaucratic thing. I think I’m going to go see Daniel.”
She left him still standing in the dim office, her mind racing to find a solution to this problem. She would never let them kill Daniel. Jack would give up his life for Daniel. Between the two of them, they’d find a way to get him out of this.
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Prompt: 349 - radius
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Summary: Vala and Jack want the same thing - Daniel.
Notes: Set during The Shroud (10x14)
Based on my recommendation, the IOA has proposed to the President that Daniel Jackson's life be terminated…immediately.
The stunned silence following Woolsey's pronouncement lasted only moments before everyone was speaking at once, which was probably a good thing for the military personnel in the room as the din of their overlapping words made it difficult to ascertain exactly who had uttered which threats or insults. The only one who hadn't spoken was General O'Neill, who remained seated, staring fixedly at the weasley little man who was futilely trying to refute the accusations being thrown at him.
"Enough!" Landry's voice cut through the clamor and everyone shut up. "Obviously, we are registering the objections of both this command and Homeworld Security to Mr. Woolsey's plan. Nothing," he looked at the IOA rep sternly. "I repeat, nothing will be done until that has been considered."
Cam's voice was tight with disgust. "Oh come on! We all know that's not going to do any good."
"Cam." Sam looked over at him, a warning in her eyes to remember the two generals in the room.
"In the meantime," Landry continued. "I suggest that we all retire to neutral corners and let our tempers cool. General O'Neill, Mr. Woolsey, my office in half an hour."
General O'Neill was on his feet and out the door almost before General Landry had finished speaking. But Vala could have sworn that as he pivoted toward the door, face carefully devoid of emotion and avoiding the concerned glances of his oldest friends, his eyes caught hers for a split second. What she felt then could have been from either of them, or both: anger, disgust, fear. The command she thought she heard was most definitely from him though.
O’Neill left, Landry retreated to his office - the closing of the door just short of a slam, and Woolsey plastered himself to a wall as SG-1 filed out of the room. General O’Neill was nowhere in sight. Vala followed her team long enough to determine that they were heading for Sam’s lab before unobtrusively detaching herself and heading off on her own.
As she approached Daniel's office, she tried to marshal her thoughts and strategies. She was heading here on the basis of an eye blink, possibly wishful thinking on her part, a need to connect to someone who was close to Daniel, a need for someone to take the necessary steps to assure her that they would get her Daniel back, whole, healthy... and alive.
A dim light shone from the open doorway, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was there. People were in and out of the office since Daniel’s disappearance almost as frequently as when he was here. His staff would come and grab papers or books or items, do whatever they needed to do, and then return them as usual. Others would just come and sit in there sometimes, a strange vigil that Vala had found herself indulging in more than a few times in the past months.
He was standing with his back to the door, perusing the bookshelves, the handwritten journals, idly touching small pieces of art here and there. Despite her best sneakiness, he spoke before she reached his side.
“I was wondering when you were going to show up.”
“General O'Neill.” She stopped where she was, next to Daniel’s desk, a few steps behind him.
“Miss Mal Doran,” he replied equally formally, his tone much colder than a second ago.
She hiked herself up on the desk. “Jack, then,” she said with a smile.
He turned to face her then. “Vala. Now that the introductions are out of the way...”
Of course they had been introduced before, a brief ‘How do you do’ in the hallway of the Hart Senate Office Building before he pulled Daniel into a room to the side, as far away as they dared separate themselves at that point. The bits of that conversation that she had managed to overhear had left her with a number of questions as to the nature of their relationship. Daniel refused to answer. He always refused to talk about Jack.
But this was the game, she thought, as Jack leaned against the sturdier bookcase and looked her up and down assessingly. Two people with nothing in common except for a mutual friend and backgrounds more sordid than they cared to admit. He had been out of that game for longer than she had, but she could still see some of the ruthlessness, some of that power that must have made him very, very good at his job. He was the type of man who had the ability to affect everyone within whatever given radius he chose, expanding to command a whole room, or contracting until almost no one would even know he was there.
She sat there, swinging her feet until the general relaxed, apparently finished with his assessment. Whatever he had seen was apparently enough for them to continue talking.
He sighed. “You know that Woolsey isn’t kidding around, right?”
“They can’t really kill him, can they?” she asked. And they said she was the unscrupulous one.
“I'm doing everything in my power to see that they don't.” The bleakness in his voice chilled her.
“Is it enough? Your power?” she asked carefully. She could already see from his posture, his eyes that he didn’t think it was.
He was silent for a time. Finally he spoke. “You must have seen associates, or yourself, in this situation before.”
“Many, many times.”
He nodded. “And yet you’re here talking to me.”
“I’m very good at... creative solutions.” She was suddenly aware of what he wasn’t asking her to do.
He sighed. “We all have to play to our strengths.”
“You sell yourself short, Jack, if you think your strength is bureaucratic, even now.”
She saw the inevitable response forming and cut him off as she hopped off the desk. “But you go do your bureaucratic thing. I think I’m going to go see Daniel.”
She left him still standing in the dim office, her mind racing to find a solution to this problem. She would never let them kill Daniel. Jack would give up his life for Daniel. Between the two of them, they’d find a way to get him out of this.
