Title: With the Dying
Author's LJ/DWJ: dira or dsudis 
Categories: Daniel friendship, Teal'c friendship
Warnings: Character death
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Stargate Fic
Why this should be read:

This is a beautiful look at the end of Moebius, and the friendship between Daniel and Teal'c as seen through Daniel's relationship with the alternate-timeline-Teal'c.  Well done, and very in character for both of them.

In the end, it still caught him by surprise. The gate had been covered over and the celebration was into its second day. Sam and Jack had long since disappeared into a tent, and Daniel was a little bit drunk when Teal'c suddenly appeared at his side in full ceremonial dress. Daniel covered his eyes with one hand, as though he could prevent himself from seeing what he'd been watching for, but when he looked again, Teal'c was still standing there calmly, like he had all the time in the world.

He didn't, of course; he only had until his symbiote matured. A few years, at most, if he'd been lucky with the timing. Perhaps less. With Ra and his servants all gone, there was no further source of symbiotes to keep Teal'c alive. The nearest source of tretonin was five thousand years into an uncertain future, and the jumper that had brought this Teal'c here was scattered in fragments across half a mile of dunes. Teal'c opened his hand toward the empty sand beyond the village, and Daniel nodded and turned to walk beside him into the dunes.

"This drug, tretonin," Teal'c said, as the sounds of celebration faded behind them.

Daniel pressed his lips together, biting back apologies and excuses. "We only carried a little with us. The supply we brought lasted only a short time, and then Teal'c--" he hesitated, but Teal'c nodded, dismissing the possibility of referent confusion. "He had to take a symbiote again. Jack and I stole it for him."

Teal'c raised an eyebrow at that, and it made Daniel's stomach shake. He was half transported back to the time when earning even that much expression from Teal'c had been an accomplishment and half missing his friend--the one who laughed at and with him and said what he thought--with a force that he couldn't control. He regretted drinking anything at all now, no matter how good Sam looked, how good Jack looked, how their eyes slid away from him like he was just another stranger, locking on each other. "A brave feat," Teal'c said.

Daniel nodded, looking away across the sand. "He was my friend," Daniel said steadily. "I would have done anything for him. He would have done as much for me."