FALLEN ANGEL
Starzangel
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Title: Fallen Angel
Author: Starzangel
Disclaimer: Sadly, none of Stargate SG-1 is mine. I only borrowed the concept and characters to have fun (but gain no profit) writing this story, which is mine.
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Note: This story is set at the start of season 7. That is, not the season 7, but my season 7, which I created before reading many spoilers – i.e. I'd seen 'Full Circle' and knew Daniel was coming back, but not much else.
Stargate SG-1:
Fallen Angel
By
Starzangel
Prelude:
Punishment
Behind oval wire-rimmed lenses two bright blue eyes blinked, startled by blinding sunlight.
Gradually further sensations seeped through the heavy fog in his brain. The warm breeze passing though his short hair, the regular beating of his heart pushing blood around his body, the firmness of concrete paving under the soles of his shoes, the smell of dry earth, sweet grass and the tang of petrol-based fumes, the whispering of tree branches and the distant roar of fast traffic.
He was Human again.
The form that was once all he knew had comfortable familiarity, yet at the same time he felt stripped. He felt the saliva from his mouth push down his throat as he swallowed.
The power was gone.
He was no longer in touch with the higher-plane, he was…unenlightened? Was that possible? Questions began to form in his mind as it began to function and speed up its pace, processing with rational thought.
The burr of a vehicle engine drifted through his ears, growing rapidly louder. Watering eyes widened as they suddenly snapped into focus. He was stood in the middle of a road, – Chesterfield Avenue, Colorado Springs, Earth – there was a mailbox on the corner, a ginger cat sat on a low brick wall, a white van moving at 40mph heading his way.
Oh God.
He suddenly realised how weak and frail he felt, as the sound of screeching brakes seared through his ears. Without realising he'd been walking, he abruptly stopped. His eyes stared, wide and full of fear.
A strong force barrelled into his side.
He was knocked off his feet and tossed up onto the bonnet. Too late the van finally skidded to a halt, as he limply slid down and rolled across the tarmac.
Tiny shards of glass tinkled against each other, catching the rays of the sun, spinning on their descent to the ground. Hitting the road they bounced, rotating until eventually laying still.
Daniel Jackson's eyes slowly closed.
