The Immortal

"Daniel!"

He'd been called a lot of things, it was so hard to keep track. There were the traditional insulting names: Geek, Dweeb, four-eyes and the like, ones he'd resented in high school. There were names he'd earned, like Doctor, and Professor.

"Medic! Medic! I need some help here!"

The nicknames came later; Jack was the one most responsible for those. He alone had coined Dannyboy, Plantboy, and the infamous Spacemonkey.

"Come on, Spacemonkey, open those eyes for me!"

Some of the names spontaneously emerged, like Action Jackson when he started carrying P90 instead of just a side arm, or Sunshine, that came from Mitchell. A moniker that Jack thought was hilariously funny. Teal'c managed to make his actual name into a nickname just by removing the breath between the two words.

"DanielJackson! You will not die this day."

There were names he'd held for such a short time he barely realized he'd had them, like Son, and Husband. Then there were the labels he'd been stamped with that he hated, like Orphan, and Widower.

"Get the crash cart!"

He was- The man who…quite a lot of the time. The man who opened the Stargate, the man who said the pyramids were built by aliens (which he hadn't), he was the man who believed he found the gate-builders, the man who had been to an alternate universe, the man who asked too many questions. He was the man who had the most promising career and threw it all away.

"We're losing him!"

His penchant for near-death experiences had spawned a whole new set of names- The Comeback Kid was one of Jack's too, or maybe he just claimed it, Dead Again Daniel, was Sam all over, Resurrection Boy, Weeble Daniel, Oma Desala fanclub reject, Former Ascended, Descended, the list went on. Where it led not even Daniel could have imagined. The first time he'd heard an airman point him out and say he was the Immortal Daniel Jackson, he thought it was funny. It wasn't all that funny now though. But perhaps he'd still get the last laugh for that one, and prove them wrong…


This was something that has been niggling at me for some time, I hope this will satisfy, but I may have to write the whole story before long. Later Cynic.