Title: Singing
Author: P.L.S.
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are property of Stargate (II) productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money was exchanged. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations and story are property of the author.
Summery: AU- A snippet from the first mission of SG-15.
Warnings: Uh, Jack's a general (which to me is scary even if is canon.) Really, you just need to worry about the severe AU factor. And dead slash relationships- I can't write a straight Daniel. So, he has exes in the forms of Davis, Raynor, and Gardener (which is canon het.)
Author's Notes: Slashy thoughts, Sexxy Danny, Slashy Future… Ah, bliss.
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"Oh my God." Jennifer muttered as she watched the train wreck.
"I second that." Paul said with a shudder.
"I have often wondered if there isn't an evil force that pushes me into things like this." Bra'tac said with a wince.
The situation was now way too out of hand, but no one could see how to stop it. But in the end Daniel agreed to the solution offered by the council.
Earlier that evening, most of SG-15 walked into the great room which was serving as both dining hall and council chambers, they were greeted by people with two personalities, flashing eyes, and clothes that were all brown.
Jennifer made the mistake of commenting on clothes and while the Tok'ra she was sitting next to had a female host, it was a female who came from a male dominated world where she was nearly burned at the stake for not acting like a 'girl'. The symbiote wasn't much better on that front. And so Jennifer learned quickly how to argue with a Tok'ra and as always she went straight for the jugular.
Bra'tac entered the fray with his typical blunt and painfully honest style and he also hammed up the fact that they were in fact of the same species as the Gou'ald and thus were just as awful in the Jaffa's point of view. He hit upon their in ability to trust in the skill of the human armies and in their actions that almost killed the Jaffa rebellion.
Paul at first tried to play peacemaker, but then there was an insult to the USAF, then to the SGC, then finally Paul had enough when a Tok'ra insulted the Tau'ri in general. Paul was good at both being very compromising and kind to even those he hated, but he was even better at being angry and downright lethal with his remarks. Having grown up in an upper class family, he knew how to kill reputations, how to tear someone apart, and how to be as obnoxious as a tired and spoiled five years old on a sugar high. Paul ripped into anyone but his team mates who found their stride and followed his lead in their trash talking tirades.
They were well into it when in came a very serene and outlandishly dressed Daniel, chatting with Martouf-Lantesh who Daniel had just given a nose ring to. Daniel didn't wear nose rings but when Sam had made him a set of flashing jewelry, she made a nose ring. Martouf loved the techno-gem and inserted it before Lantesh could stop him, and once it was in Lantesh had to admit it looked rather cool. Thus formed the rather quick friendship of the three souls.
It was then it happened.
In the end everyone said 'alien influence' but all there knew the truth.
It was all because SG-15 had been told to do whatever was needed to get a good treaty by both the President and O'Neill.
It was also because Selmac's host was really a very perverted old woman and she played the 'hurt old granny' part far too well on the guy who both was giving by nature and had issues from living in foster care.
Daniel Jackson was dancing on a table, giving a performance of pop songs and a few emo covers that he loved, all in Gou'ald. All to bridge the gap that SG-15 nearly made far too wide for anything other than war.
He was also now only wearing pants, which let everyone see the nipple ring, belly ring and the tattoos that were lines of ancient text that spiraled and curled over his skin.
"I can't believe you dumped that." Hissed Jennifer at Paul who nodded sadly.
"I am in agreement. You are one of the biggest hassaks in the universe." Bra'tac said and Paul crossed his legs and sighed when he saw the looks shared between Daniel and Martouf who had been pulled up by Daniel to help him do a duet.
"I thought it was for the best at the time. God, you think I wanted to give him up? But I had to for his sake." Paul said with a whimper. Jennifer patted his hand.
"Poor Paul."
"Bah, still a hassak. You will get little sympathy from me." Bra'tac said.
"Well, maybe it isn't so awful. Once the concert is over the Tok'ra promised to lock Daniel and Martouf-Lantesh away and whatever treaty they make will be the one we abide by." Jennifer said and Paul started hitting his head.
"Believe that treaties are not the only thing that will be between those two tonight. Major Davis agrees." Bra'tac said with a smirk at the pained and very sad diplomat. Jennifer's eyes widened and she quickly turned to study the semi-flirtatious show that the two 'representatives' of their peoples were giving.
"Oh. Well at least it should turn out the best for Earth as a whole. I mean with that bod, those eyes, and, good God, every tasty bit of that linguist, Martouf would probably do anything to make sure he says on Daniel's good side." Jennifer said. Bra'tac nodded and Paul kept hitting his head.
Unaware of the talking, Daniel obliviously ignored the crowd and even the one on the table next to him as he lived in the music. He just wanted to get it over with so he could go and finally get a fair treaty for the Tau'ri and Tok'ra. He was surprised by the request that he perform for the council, but put it down to the SGC's scientist and alien population talking and passing around the news that he was a singer.
The man really didn't get why he had to sing sans shirt but, then again he had no idea of the customs and traditions of some of the hosts. Maybe it was important. In any case it wasn't going in his report.
Two more songs then he'd spend all night creating a treaty with his two new friends.