Rec Category: Episode related
Pairing: none
Categories: episode related, gen, drama, AU, angst, Daniel, Jolinar, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: telepathicpixie
Author's Website: TelepathicPixie Productions
Link: Fugitive

Why This Must Be Read: In this powerful AU, Jolinar takes Daniel as host instead of Sam. And since there's no visit to Cassie to sound the alarm, Jolinar/Daniel make it off-world...

What follows is a fascinating internal struggle between Jolinar and Daniel, with arguments of morality and choice and keeping secrets, both for the sake of others and for themselves. Challenge and counter-challenge, needs and wants, caution and sacrifice, reluctant alliance - all vividly painted, and painfully real. And that glimmer of hope at the very end, when Jolinar redeems her final word to Daniel, will make you feel that maybe, just maybe, the whole thing was worthwhile.

Fugitive is long and satisfying, and a superb character study for both Daniel and Jolinar that you're sure to enjoy.


The rest of the morning dragged by. Daniel tried to work on half a dozen translation projects littering his desk, but none of them held his attention. The previous day's weariness had been replaced by an anxious restlessness and even the briefing, when it came, was only an irritating ordeal to be suffered through, his attention already skipping forward to the mission itself. He ignored the sideways glances the rest of the team gave him as they prepared for the mission, pausing only when he found himself tucking one of the newly-acquired zat'ni'katel's into his jacket pocket as they retrieved their weapons from the armory. A glance around showed that no one had noticed the action and Daniel thought he should probably put it back before anyone did. They had only managed to bring a few back from Apophis' ships and the weapons weren't even exactly authorized for off-world missions yet.

The others were already heading for the embarkation room, however, and Daniel decided to keep it, with a vague thought that it might prove useful.

"Are you all right?" Sam asked once they were gathered at the foot of the ramp, waiting for the address to be dialed. She glanced sideways at him as he shifted his weight, his fingers tapping out a jittery rhythm against one leg. Daniel bit his tongue to keep from snapping at her.

"I'm fine," he repeated for the upteenth time. The wormhole wooshed open and Jack adjusted his sunglasses, giving the rest of the team a faint, lopsided grin. "Let's go," he said, striding up the ramp.

Daniel followed him, his steps stumbling and quick. Finally, he thought, with more force than seemed strictly necessary. They stepped out onto P3X-347, Sam and Teal'c a few steps behind them. The event horizon winked out and Jack walked over to where the MALP sat, having been sent through earlier. "Carter, you start getting your dirt samples." Sam was already kneeling on the ground, pulling supplies out of her pack. Teal'c paced a few feet away from her, scanning the immediate area. "Daniel, look around and make sure this place doesn't have any previous residents—"

On it, Jack, was what Daniel meant to say. Instead, he felt himself reach into his jacket pocket and pull out the zat gun. The first blast caught Jack mid-sentence, dropping him to the ground and, before Sam or Teal'c could even react, Daniel spun and shot the both of them as well. Then he was running towards the DHD, furiously punching in an address he didn't even recognize, and he suddenly remembered his face being crushed against the dying Nassyan's, something slithering into his mouth and throat and the way he'd been coughing up blood, and felt the twist of something around his spinal column.

Oh, he thought dumbly, even as the Goa'uld sprinted his body through the event horizon, leaving the rest of his team unconscious behind him.