Title: Battlefields
Author's LJ/DWJ: Unknown
Categories: Theme: Under the Influence, Daniel/Jack friendship, Team, Hurt/Comfort, Drama Angst
Warnings: Violence
Author's Webpage/Fic list:Ellen Caldera's Stories
Link to story:Click on Battlefields to read
Why this should be read: This story is one of the first I read in the fandom, and one of the most painful. Daniel Jackson is made into a killing machine. The story is told through Jack's eyes, and we see his pain as he tries to help Daniel deal with his. The horror as the magnitude of what Daniel did while under the influence of the device implanted in his brain is seen through Jack which I think makes the story even more effective. You feel Jack's hurt for Daniel and hurt even more.



He was on a planet called Torrhena, which just happened to be embroiled in the middle of a particularly nasty civil war. And it seemed for some unfathomable reason, he had decided to ally himself with one faction in this war. And had spent the better part of the last nine days making a hell of a reputation for himself. They were calling him "the Butcher," and not the kind that's friendly with the baker and the candlestick maker. He'd been captured by the opposing side just the previous day and was now slated to be put on trial for war crimes.

War crimes. Daniel Jackson. The Butcher. Had to be some kind of a sick joke. But Marty assured us it wasn't. His captors claimed they had evidence. Clear and irrefutable. The kind of horrors I've seen with my own eyes more than enough times in the past, but to think Daniel would even be capable of imagining that kind of shit, much less doing it, was beyond belief. I mean, we were talking bodies hacked and slashed and beaten to bloody pulps. Yeah, killing is pretty much part and parcel of war, and Daniel had seen more than his fair share of that in his time with SG-1, but what Martouf was talking about went way beyond shoot 'em between the eyes and move on. And there were some non-combatants involved as well, some of them children.

No way. Not Daniel Jackson. No goddamn way.