Status: Complete
Pairings: N/A
Category: Werewolf!Daniel,
Genre: Action, Adventure, Supernatural,
Rating: Teen
Summary: After a run-in with Ceridwen, Daniel becomes the Lycan Guardsman of Earth. But is there something else behind all this?
Size: 9,735 words
Warnings: Some mild violence
Notes: Set between season 2 and 3.
Series/Sequels: N/A
Updated: October 15, 2013
Chapter Seven: The Beginning or the End?
Janet Fraiser wrapped the captain's leg; the burnt flesh had stopped bleeding a little while ago. Tucking in the loose strands into the wrapping, she went to the sink, threw away her used gloves, and washed her hands.
"Doctor." She turned to the nurse who stood off to the side. "Dr. Jackson is waiting for you in iso-room four."
"Thank you. I'll be there in a second." Picking up a pen, she finished filling out the captain's medical chart. He had been given a sedative to sleep through the night. Her thoughts wandered to what she had seen in the gateroom.
The werewolves of Hollywood did absolutely no justice to the beautiful but deadly being she had seen.
The dark black fur was smooth and fine, the coat shining in the glare of the lights. The pointed ears had stood up from the head reminding her of a German shepherd. Yet, she could see the predatory features that made Lycans dangerous. The very tips of the curved fangs in his mouth gleamed and the one inch claws were sharp. Another image came to mind and Janet laughed. Maybe Daniel didn't know but he also had a long, slim tail.
But of the new changes that caught her attention were his eyes. In human form, he had blue eyes that sparkled with life and dazzled every woman on base. In his Lycans form, they changed. They were still blue but now they had a purple tint for a lack of a better word. She couldn't really describe the color as it seemed to change.
She opened the door, seeing Daniel pacing underneath the observation windows. "Well, Dr. Jackson, what have you gotten yourself into?"
Daniel whined as he answered. He continued to pace.
"Can you stand still for a moment? I need to take your physical." It was pointless but it had to be done. As usual since Daniel became a Lycan, the blood pressure and rate were perfect. Daniel growled when Janet passed the penlight over his eyes.
"So, doc, when do you think he'll change back into a human again?" Jack swaggered into the room.
"I have no idea. This is the first Lycan I have seen and conducted physicals on. Because of that, I have no records of any previous transformations." Janet stated, trying to ignore the hovering colonel.
"Daniel, do you think you can change back?" The broad shoulders shrugged. "Don't know. I guess you're stuck here in this room until you do." Daniel gave a small bark. "Because we can't have a seven-foot werewolf walking down the halls of the SGC. Somebody might shoot you or something." Jack seemed to guess.
"Colonel, can you step back please?" Janet went to Daniel's other side. She was measuring everything, writing another file to add to Daniel's original ones. "Open your mouth." He did and the two officers leaned back.
"I think you have a little bit of shark DNA." Inside they could see raptor like teeth adorning the jaw. Beneath the primary set however, were a secondary set underneath, lying flat against the jaw bone. "Shit, Daniel, you are a freaking predator."
A stream of hot air exhaled out of Daniel's nose as Janet was sticking her hand in his mouth. The instant she pulled it out, he snapped his jaws shut with a click.
"I wonder if Lycans can eat pizza." Jack thought.
"Colonel, I suggest that you don't get my patient drunk. We don't know if alcohol may have any adverse affects on his body."
"Janet, what would you say if I said that I saw someone get hit by a staff blast directly in the chest but get up and continue moving as the wound healed?"
"I would comment that the man had incredible healing abilities."
"I saw Daniel get slammed by a staff blast directly in the chest. You could even see the bones but he killed the Jaffa. When we arrived at the gate, there was no wound at all."
Janet turned to Daniel. "How come you didn't tell me? Thought I wouldn't find out?" She held up a finger as Daniel whined piteously. "Ah, you could have used hand signals. Part of your job is to communicate to others." Ignoring Daniel's low growling, she said. "That explains why Daniel was covered in blood when he came here."
That was when Jack noticed Daniel was clean, no sign of the battle they went through two hours ago. "What did you do?"
"I had my nurses scrub Daniel down to thoroughly get rid of the blood."
Daniel looked like a violated puppy, his eyes begging Jack not to comment on anything. The colonel kept his mouth shit, promising to himself that he'll make Daniel's life hell later on.
"As there is nothing wrong with Daniel right now, I'll leave the two of you alone." Picking up her files and clipboard, she headed back to the infirmary.
A minute later, Jack signaled at the dark observation window. Five minutes later, Sam and Teal'c were carrying in a couple of boxes of beer and pizzas.
Sam laughed when she looked at Daniel. He was staring at them with his ears cocked and head tilted to the side.
"Now that the power monger is gone, let's have dinner." Jack dished out the plates and slices as Teal'c opened the beers. Standing around the gurney, they ate their slices. The three members watched amused as Daniel had trouble holding his slice.
The archeologist listened as his friends told him the news circulating around base while they were gone. It seemed Daniel was the main rumor floating through ears. He yawned; feeling more relaxed as they continued eating. For a moment he felt a brief wave of pain then light-headedness. His eyes were beginning to droop when Sam's exclamation startled him.
"Daniel!"
He fell over onto his back. Blinking up he noticed his friends were crowding around him. "What?"
"You, uh, changed." Sam was locking the other way, a blush creeping over her features.
Daniel stared down at himself. He almost died of embarrassment when he saw he was completely naked. Covering himself with his hands, he hid behind the gurney. "Sam, can you get me some clothes?"
"Yeah." Sam was gone.
"I can not believe that happened." He moaned his face red.
Jack chuckled. "Lucky you didn't do it out in the halls. A couple of the woman personnel might have fainted."
"Not funny, Jack."
"I think we can safely assume the myths about the transformations of the werewolves were correct, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c was cleaning up the mess. He opened the cabinet doors and stuffed the used plastic ware in.
Sam walked in with Janet close behind not a second too soon. The two females turned away, giving Daniel some privacy as he changed into uniform.
"I seriously don't want to go through that again." Daniel mumbled.
"Daniel, do you know how you changed back."
The archeologist slipped his boots on, thinking. "I was starting to relax, drooping off. I kind of felt pain and light-headed."
"Perhaps, your emotions can trigger your transformations. You were angry and scared when you first changed since Sam was targeted for rape." Sam winced. "You all have to go to a psychologist for that, in case of emotion baggage. No excuses. You were feeling relaxed by your friends so you felt safe. As there was no danger you changed back."
"The next step for Daniel would have to control his instinct to change." Sam said.
"Exactly. Until then, I'm afraid, Daniel. You can't go off base until you are reasonably sure you can control your instincts."
Daniel sighed. "I guess I'll sign into a suite."
"Can we go, Janet?" jack asked.
"You can." Janet shook her head as SG-1 ran out of the room. She was getting to leave when she smelled pepperoni. Putting her stuff down, she went to the cabinet the smell was coming from. She opened it and saw the discarded boxes. "Colonel, you have hell to pay."
THE END . . . or is it?