A/N: So maybe I didn't quite get to 2 chapters, but this one is longer!
Sorry the chapters are really short, but it's either this or taking about a
month to update which you probably wouldn't want. More action WILL be
coming soon, but I've just got to get all the boring bits out of the way,
OK?
THANKYOU TO ALL MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!
Bakajin, BizzyLizzy, CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur, Kat, RUpuzzled2? and Fica: Thanks SO much. Your reviews really mean so much to me.
Jezowen: OC, but some of the others will make an appearance later on.
Icealina: To my first reviewer, flowers all round. Sorry to disappoint you, but I could never be that nice. HE HE HE!
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Daniel froze, his face visibly paler. This was an event that he'd managed to avoid for years, and he wasn't pleased with it happening again. The other man, Captain Cooper, didn't seem surprised or even wary of Daniel's presence, and almost no one else in the room even noticed Dandles adverse reaction to one of the new recruits.
'Daniel doesn't look too good, I hope he's OK. Maybe he was just given some new medicine by Janet or something. I'll have to check when we're finished here.' were Jacks only thoughts before he grinned widely and reached out to shake their hands. "Nice to meet you. Don't you mind the general, he's a big pussycat really. From Texas" he added as an afterthought, noting the way that while Captain Trimmer remained unmoving and serious, Captain Cooper had to move quickly to disguise his grin. 'There's one who's not afraid of having a laugh. I like him already'
It looked like General Hammond couldn't quite keep his face serious either, though he tried to show disapproval on his features. "This is Colonel Jack O'Neil of SG1."
"Hiya." the aforesaid man beamed.
"Major Samantha Carter."
She smiled friendly and nodded to them.
"Doctor Daniel Jackson, resident archaeologist and linguist."
By this time Daniel had recovered from his initial shock enough to put on the fake smile he was so good at doing by now, not only for Captain Trimmers sake but also his own, and managed to say "Hi" before Hammond moved on.
"And this is Teal'c." who nodded and tried to look slightly less intimidating.
'It's OK,' thought Daniel trying to calm himself down 'Captain Trimmer seems nice enough, if a little military. But captain Cooper...how the hell did he get into the army?' He tried to calm himself down. 'But you never know, he might not even want to fight. We might even become good friends!' This suggestion didn't help Daniel much; in truth he was still terrified. He hadn't fought in years, always preferring to avoid conflict at all, and he feared that the little practice he'd had could result in his death. But even worse, if he won the fight then people would question how he died, and because this was the SGC where anything could happen there would be a massive investigation that he would have to run from before they found anything. And if someone saw him fight he probably wouldn't have time to run at all. Either way his life at the SGC as Dr Daniel Jackson was ruined.
He could still remember his first days of being an immortal...
****Flashback****
1813 in the north of Spain, and a 31 year old British soldier (A/N: Sorry, I decided to claim him for England – this way I can write about history I actually know about rather than make it up as I go along. Blame the stupid history teachers who teach everyone's history except for Americas) called Richard Daniels is on the march. Her joined the army when he was sixteen to escape the law and his whore of a mother, and in his fifteen years in the army he had never been promoted, in this army was never likely to, and he hated the bloody frogs. If only they would give up then he could get out of the hellhole that was war, but for the moment he was quite content with taking out all his anger on those who had caused it – the frogs, and the officers.
"Permission to step out of the ranks sir?"
"Granted."
"I hope you don't mind me asking, sir, but where the bloody'ell are we?" Private Jack Harper, Richards best mate said sarcastically. "It's not that we don't trust your judgement sir, but we haven't seen 'ide nor 'air of anyone since that bloody abandoned village a week back."
"Are you questioning my judgement private?" said Sir Roger Pompingdale pompously.
Jack grinned at the others behind him "No sir."
"Good, then don't. Carry on."
Jack waited a moment, before going back. "I told you he doesn't have a clue. We're lucky the crapauds haven't found us yet."
"He says that we'll be in France soon."
"Who gives a damn." barked Richard "It's not like we're going to be going there any time soon, this is the forth time we've walked through this pass in a week."
"Oh yeah," said Private Perkings from the back "And how'd you figure that one out?"
Richard just pointed to the rock they were walking along. "Well who do you think drew that, I've only got two hands you know, and one of them is a bit busy with my pack." Drawn along the wall were three wobbly lines of chalk. "I ran out of chalk about half a mile back." He explained.
"Come on you lazy bastards, get moving." the sergeant shouted at them.
So they hurried up, but they had hardly walked a hundred yards when suddenly a battalion of French cavalry ambushed them. They didn't even have time to form square. They tried to gather together, but they were too far apart to start with and the French were too well organised. It was a bloody massacre. Richard managed to hold his own for a while, but then he saw Jack cut from behind, and he fell to the floor. Richard tried to run towards him, but a cavalryman who had fallen to the ground appeared suddenly in front of him and stabbed him in his chest. He sank to his knees, and the last thoughts he had before he fell into unconsciousness, and then further into death were 'And I never even got to see France'.
He woke up two days later, and he proceeded to check if he was still intact. When this was made certain, he looked only to find himself lying besides a fire just round the corner from where he 'died'. The area was completely clear, except for a single cross, which marked the site of a mass grave. He then felt a massive headache, and Private Henry Jenkins walked round the corner.
"Hello." said Henry, all too cheerfully for Richards liking.
"They're dead, aren't they."
It wasn't even a question, it was a fact. "I'm sorry Rich, but you'd have had to leave them behind anyway. Perhaps it's better this way."
Richard was astonished. This was the most he'd ever heard from the small, lithe private who had a tendency to stay out of the way. He should have been easy pickings for the sergeants to bully, but for some strange reason the day he arrived Sergeant Savage had a black eye, and told everyone to "stay away from Jenkins if you want your body intact in the morning". And so Henry had just ambled his way along in the army, seemingly quite happy where he was.
"Oh well, perhaps it was time to move on anyway."
But Richard still couldn't get past his initial feelings. "I should be dead." he looked into Henrys all too understanding eyes. "I felt the bugger kill me."
Henry seemed to ponder this for a moment. "Well why don't you come with me and find out why.
And so Richard had followed Henry, learned all about his immortality, and became Jack Danielson in honour of his late fallen friend.
****End Flashback****
So what do you think? Please tell me if I make any mistakes, I just went through the last 2 chapters and saw so many which I am in the process of updating right now. So REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Please?)
By the way, if anyone can guess where I got some of the names and all my info about the Napoleonic war (yes, that is what war he is fighting) then I will be very impressed (and shocked!!!) Bet no one can though :-)
THANKYOU TO ALL MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!
Bakajin, BizzyLizzy, CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur, Kat, RUpuzzled2? and Fica: Thanks SO much. Your reviews really mean so much to me.
Jezowen: OC, but some of the others will make an appearance later on.
Icealina: To my first reviewer, flowers all round. Sorry to disappoint you, but I could never be that nice. HE HE HE!
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Daniel froze, his face visibly paler. This was an event that he'd managed to avoid for years, and he wasn't pleased with it happening again. The other man, Captain Cooper, didn't seem surprised or even wary of Daniel's presence, and almost no one else in the room even noticed Dandles adverse reaction to one of the new recruits.
'Daniel doesn't look too good, I hope he's OK. Maybe he was just given some new medicine by Janet or something. I'll have to check when we're finished here.' were Jacks only thoughts before he grinned widely and reached out to shake their hands. "Nice to meet you. Don't you mind the general, he's a big pussycat really. From Texas" he added as an afterthought, noting the way that while Captain Trimmer remained unmoving and serious, Captain Cooper had to move quickly to disguise his grin. 'There's one who's not afraid of having a laugh. I like him already'
It looked like General Hammond couldn't quite keep his face serious either, though he tried to show disapproval on his features. "This is Colonel Jack O'Neil of SG1."
"Hiya." the aforesaid man beamed.
"Major Samantha Carter."
She smiled friendly and nodded to them.
"Doctor Daniel Jackson, resident archaeologist and linguist."
By this time Daniel had recovered from his initial shock enough to put on the fake smile he was so good at doing by now, not only for Captain Trimmers sake but also his own, and managed to say "Hi" before Hammond moved on.
"And this is Teal'c." who nodded and tried to look slightly less intimidating.
'It's OK,' thought Daniel trying to calm himself down 'Captain Trimmer seems nice enough, if a little military. But captain Cooper...how the hell did he get into the army?' He tried to calm himself down. 'But you never know, he might not even want to fight. We might even become good friends!' This suggestion didn't help Daniel much; in truth he was still terrified. He hadn't fought in years, always preferring to avoid conflict at all, and he feared that the little practice he'd had could result in his death. But even worse, if he won the fight then people would question how he died, and because this was the SGC where anything could happen there would be a massive investigation that he would have to run from before they found anything. And if someone saw him fight he probably wouldn't have time to run at all. Either way his life at the SGC as Dr Daniel Jackson was ruined.
He could still remember his first days of being an immortal...
****Flashback****
1813 in the north of Spain, and a 31 year old British soldier (A/N: Sorry, I decided to claim him for England – this way I can write about history I actually know about rather than make it up as I go along. Blame the stupid history teachers who teach everyone's history except for Americas) called Richard Daniels is on the march. Her joined the army when he was sixteen to escape the law and his whore of a mother, and in his fifteen years in the army he had never been promoted, in this army was never likely to, and he hated the bloody frogs. If only they would give up then he could get out of the hellhole that was war, but for the moment he was quite content with taking out all his anger on those who had caused it – the frogs, and the officers.
"Permission to step out of the ranks sir?"
"Granted."
"I hope you don't mind me asking, sir, but where the bloody'ell are we?" Private Jack Harper, Richards best mate said sarcastically. "It's not that we don't trust your judgement sir, but we haven't seen 'ide nor 'air of anyone since that bloody abandoned village a week back."
"Are you questioning my judgement private?" said Sir Roger Pompingdale pompously.
Jack grinned at the others behind him "No sir."
"Good, then don't. Carry on."
Jack waited a moment, before going back. "I told you he doesn't have a clue. We're lucky the crapauds haven't found us yet."
"He says that we'll be in France soon."
"Who gives a damn." barked Richard "It's not like we're going to be going there any time soon, this is the forth time we've walked through this pass in a week."
"Oh yeah," said Private Perkings from the back "And how'd you figure that one out?"
Richard just pointed to the rock they were walking along. "Well who do you think drew that, I've only got two hands you know, and one of them is a bit busy with my pack." Drawn along the wall were three wobbly lines of chalk. "I ran out of chalk about half a mile back." He explained.
"Come on you lazy bastards, get moving." the sergeant shouted at them.
So they hurried up, but they had hardly walked a hundred yards when suddenly a battalion of French cavalry ambushed them. They didn't even have time to form square. They tried to gather together, but they were too far apart to start with and the French were too well organised. It was a bloody massacre. Richard managed to hold his own for a while, but then he saw Jack cut from behind, and he fell to the floor. Richard tried to run towards him, but a cavalryman who had fallen to the ground appeared suddenly in front of him and stabbed him in his chest. He sank to his knees, and the last thoughts he had before he fell into unconsciousness, and then further into death were 'And I never even got to see France'.
He woke up two days later, and he proceeded to check if he was still intact. When this was made certain, he looked only to find himself lying besides a fire just round the corner from where he 'died'. The area was completely clear, except for a single cross, which marked the site of a mass grave. He then felt a massive headache, and Private Henry Jenkins walked round the corner.
"Hello." said Henry, all too cheerfully for Richards liking.
"They're dead, aren't they."
It wasn't even a question, it was a fact. "I'm sorry Rich, but you'd have had to leave them behind anyway. Perhaps it's better this way."
Richard was astonished. This was the most he'd ever heard from the small, lithe private who had a tendency to stay out of the way. He should have been easy pickings for the sergeants to bully, but for some strange reason the day he arrived Sergeant Savage had a black eye, and told everyone to "stay away from Jenkins if you want your body intact in the morning". And so Henry had just ambled his way along in the army, seemingly quite happy where he was.
"Oh well, perhaps it was time to move on anyway."
But Richard still couldn't get past his initial feelings. "I should be dead." he looked into Henrys all too understanding eyes. "I felt the bugger kill me."
Henry seemed to ponder this for a moment. "Well why don't you come with me and find out why.
And so Richard had followed Henry, learned all about his immortality, and became Jack Danielson in honour of his late fallen friend.
****End Flashback****
So what do you think? Please tell me if I make any mistakes, I just went through the last 2 chapters and saw so many which I am in the process of updating right now. So REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Please?)
By the way, if anyone can guess where I got some of the names and all my info about the Napoleonic war (yes, that is what war he is fighting) then I will be very impressed (and shocked!!!) Bet no one can though :-)