Author's LJ/DWJ: unknown
Categories: getting snaked, Daniel, team, drama, angst, Jack and Daniel friendship
Warnings: language, violent imagery, Goa'uld torment of the host
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Eos at Stargatefan
Link to story: Through the Eyes of the Serpent/Legacy of the Serpent
Why this should be read: Written in fantastic Daniel-voice with wonderful characterization all round, these two fics are a double treat. In the first, Daniel is taken as a host; in the second, he and the team struggle with the aftermath. Superb team interaction, Jack at his most dangerous, snappy dialogue with just the right leavening of humor - it's all here, and it all makes a riveting, intense read.
"Listen good," Jack says, ignoring Fraiser and looking directly at me. He hefts the machete with both hands, holding it over me. "This little baby will go clean through a man's neck with one stroke. It'll be quicker and easier on Daniel than what you've got in mind. And, most importantly, it'll make sure you can't slither away from this."
The room is charged with electric silence. Tharis, or whatever its name is, seems to be pondering Jack's resolve, wondering just how far he can push a man with a near pathological hatred of the Goa'uld. Janet stands frozen, vehemently opposed to Jack's plan but afraid he'll take a swipe at her if she tries to intervene. The S.F.s just stand around looking confused and uncertain. Jack maintains a firm grip on the machete and stands over me…waiting.
Well, if nothing else, this certainly answers the whole "can this day get any better?" question. I try to make my mind blank, try to detach myself from the turmoil. And fear. What I really need, of course, is to detach myself from the snake, preferably without detaching my head in the process. The crazy thing is--I keep coming back to this recurring thought that I knew I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed this morning. I mean--by the time I stumbled into Starbuck's, twenty minutes late, the kid at the counter took one look at me and doubled my usual order. This should have been my first clue. But here I am, less than 24 hours later with my best friend holding a machete to my throat promising to kill me. And this is the best news I've heard all day.
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