Title: The Bookstore girl
Chapter rating: K+
Pairing: ?
Spoilers, Tags: Continuum, other
Length: Multi-chapter
Summary: Being stranded in a timeline, where the Stargate program has not ever started, just got a little bit more interesting for our favorite archaeologist.
Warnings: Minor language
Disclaimer: If you reg. I do not own.
Prologue
Headache.
Waking up in the middle of the night had become a habit. Daniel Jackson groaned and reached out to get his glasses from the nightstand next to his bed. The clock on the wall glowed with numbers 2 and 34. With practiced ease he sat up and pulled his C-leg on. His painkillers were in the toilet, but he was pretty sure he knew what would work better. Coffee. Obviously he needed caffeine. Hell, he was already awake, so no harm done there either. Sam would scold him for it though. ...Oh right. No she wouldn't. Sam wasn't around anymore. They were not allowed to contact each other. He, Sam and Mitchell.
It was... depressing.
As dream seemed to elude him yet again, like so many times during his stay here, he decided to get something that needed to be done, actually done.
Like the dishes.
Yeah, that was a good place to start. The government paid his housekeeping, but Mrs. Simmons probably wouldn't mind if he helped.
But first, the coffee.
He limped to the kitchen and prepared the coffee machine. It had been four months since he had lost the lower part of his left leg on that disastrous Space-time continuum accident Ba'al had caused. It didn't hurt that often anymore, and most of the days he could walk almost without a visible limp as long as he used his cane. Too bad it seemed this was not going to be one of those days. Daniel sighed as he leaned to the counter in his kitchen. It was one of those moments he hoped he could talk with Sam, or Mitchell, hell, he'd talk to Vala if he could.
What was he doing again?
Oh right. Coffee. The rich aroma lingered around him with a delicious promise of caffeine.
He poured himself a cup and limped back to his bedroom. Daniel very rarely wished he owned a TV, but this was one of those moments. It was so quiet. Any kind of background noise would have come as a welcome distraction. He sipped his coffee.
He had forgotten about the dishes.
...
TBC.
AN: Shall I continue this?
