Stargate: SG-1 "Changing the Rules of the Game"
by Teenangel
Summary: While on a mission Daniel touches a strange device...and it turns him into a woman! (You'd think he learn by now-no touchy!) J/D slash (err... physically not), sexual content, language
Notes: This is kind of placed in the early seasons. Gen. Hammond is still present. Also, this story ignores any concrete attraction between Sam and Jack. It's a slash fic-get over it or vacate!
Disclaimer: I'm not making even half-a-cent from this, suing me would be trivial and waste company profit. Enough said--on with the entertainment.
Chapter 1: The House that Jack Built
"Sand, sand, sand, and sandy ruins--I'm thinking of building a house here--in the sand," Colonel O'Neill stated, wiping the nuisance from his gear and sunglasses as he idly walked about a crumbly edifice of an unknown race.
Sitting down--on sand covered floor--Jack took the useless time to circumspect his latest, and purely archeological, mission. He sat beneath an ancient atrium, which now stood open to the arid winds and scorching sun. Its walls were granite, smooth to glass no doubt in the past, but presently only shredded jags of rock; some corridors lay partially intact, saved by other dying walls; in the center etchings still survived; and a cylinder pedestal, surrounded by the entire complex, alone lay unharmed.
"Sand, sand, sand--"
"Damn it, Jack." Snapped the poor peeved archeologist, standing on his knees intently examining the "scribble" language--as Jack had named it. Daniel ran a hand over his cropped sandy brown hair and made a forced entry in his journal.
Jack leaned back on his pack, "Spacemonkey enjoying himself?"
"Please, don't call me that."
Jack stayed quiet for a moment; then a breeze came, scattering grit everywhere, "Done yet?" he asked half-exasperated. Daniel made a grunt--a no, decided O'Neill. Restless Jack shifted, moving closer to Dr. Jackson. His illogical and childish mind compelling him to express his boredom. Daniel heard the colonel, ignored him, stared vacantly at the scribbles-agreeing silently that Jack had given them a proper name-then, after a quarter of an hour of windy silence, got suspicious.
"Jack?"
"Right here," said a voice. Daniel looked down to find the colonel concentrating on the final touches of a sand castle held together by canteen water and wrapping quite curiously around Daniel's knees, "Look!" cried O'Neill quite pleased, "It's the house that Jack built--"
The castle crumbled suddenly as its supports stomped about, "Out!"
"Hey! That was my vacation house."
"Jaaaaccckk."
"I'm going, going," he assured Daniel, "I'll check on what Carter's doing-probably scanning the sand."
Daniel waited, 'til O'Neill's sand-scraping footprints stopped and Carter began to speak, before breathing a sigh of relief. He had nothing against Jack or his humor, but in such "dire" situations as this--hint: nothing to blow up or shoot--both could get a little out of hand. Truthfully Daniel enjoyed Jack's antics, notably when they were pointed at him, even the Spacemonkey label. He wanted the extra attention: it made him feel--appreciated.
"Jack," mumbled Daniel, admiring the decimated castle underneath him. Thoughts fluttered through his mind-memories, half-recalled dreams. Then, he refocused, running his fingers across the wall. Undistracted, his eyes opened up and the "scribbles" became coherent-"machine...changing...life-code...opposite-".
A loop pressed down by his finger pushed inward. He wasn't startled; the "no touchy" rule never really applied to him, this was a common occurrence. No doubt he had powered up an ancient star map or awoken a dormant robot or turned on a refrigerator--hey in this wasteland they'd have needed one.
A watery glow emanated from the center room. He dragged himself off his stiff knees and curiously entered, standing before the polished podium. It sent a stream of moonlight into the surrounding air, which cascaded down in wisps and bent towards him. Daniel felt hypnotized and foolishly grabbed out. The closet wisp moved toward his fingers like a minnow. A Sudden graze upon his skin like shattered ice, snapped him afraid, and in a ghastly whoosh and violent splay of icy tendrils, the light engulfed him.
