sg1genrecs | Challenging Fate, By Danielle (PG-13)

Title: Challenging Fate
Author's LJ/DWJ: n/a
Categories: Kidfic, Drama
Warnings: language, violence
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Stories by Danielle
Link to story: Challenging Fate

Why this should be read: An old school - fun with all the tropes - kind of fic. It starts when John Sheppard from an alternate universe shows up at area 51 seeking refuge for a Daniel Jackson who was kidnapped from his reality's past. This fic has quantum mirrors, time travel, the Fates from Greek mythology, Lya of the Nox, life sucking monsters - and they never even leave the SGC. About 17,520 words.

You can't outrun fate, but sometimes you can outwit it.

Sam’s eyes went wide. “Holy Hannah! You brought him here, didn’t you?”

I opened my mouth and closed it without speaking. I really had no idea what to say. Jack was also sitting very quietly, in a way that reminded me of a volcano about to blow.

“This seemed the safest reality,” Sheppard said. “You’ve eliminated the worst of the Goa’uld and Replicator threats.”

“But we have a Daniel Jackson of our own,” Sam argued. “If yours stays, he’ll be affected by entropic cascade tremors and eventually die.”

Sheppard nodded. “You considered that. I mean, your counterpart in our reality did. But according to the research Dr. Carter-McKay has done--”

“Carter-McKay? We’re married?” Sam sagged back in her chair. “Oh God.”

Jack’s lips twitched as if they were trying to smirk but couldn’t make it past the “General.” I didn’t know why they always pegged me for the schizophrenic. No one turned the parts of his personality on and off the way Jack did.

Sheppard continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “She’s convinced that our Daniel should remain largely unaffected because he’s from the past. Something about a time and space differential. Similarly, it will take a total of eighty-six hours before the cascade tremors hit me because my counterpart here is occupying another galaxy. Everyone else on my team is dead in this reality.”

Sam bent toward the notebook in front of her and scribbled a series of equations. I slid my glasses back on to take a closer look. Math wasn’t one of the languages in which I was fluent, however, so it was just as well that Jack prodded her a few minutes later with a brusque “Carter?” before she got too lost in the analysis.

“I think he’s right, sir. I mean, I can’t say for sure without doing more calculations, but conceivably, someone from the past could remain in an alternate reality, especially if that same someone is dead in their current time stream. The space/time differential would account--”

“Ahht!” Jack stopped her before a long-winded explanation ensued. He turned his attention back to Sheppard. “Reynolds said he left part of your team in the infirmary before he escorted you and Barber here. I’m assuming that’s where we’ll find…Daniel.”