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aurora_novarumI'm terrible at five things prompts. I see them, but I can't do them. Either I get nothing, or my longwinded muse could not fit a thing into such a format. But at the lastest sg1_debrief round up, I noticed sg1_five_things had two prompts related to Evolution. Five things Bill Lee learned about Daniel during their time in Honduras, and Five things Burke learned about Jack.
Considering how "Just a Scientist" created my love for Bill Lee, and I've always been fond of Burke and his actor, I **could not resist** the siren call. And thus this five things virgin has made two submissions (even if I may not have done them right. Heh.)
1. Daniel loves the heat. Bill thought it was just the desert shtick, but apparently humid or dry, Daniel feels very comfortable in hot weather. He told Bill all about some undergraduate digs on the Yucatan peninsula that were some of the most liberating of his early career days. Bill was glad one of them was comfortable, because he was a big fan of the guy who invented air conditioning and actually missed being underground at Cheyenne Mountain.
2. Three days without food or water makes you start dreaming of food. It was probably its own kind of torture, but Bill and Daniel decided to share favorite foods. Coffee was a given for them both--scientists working long hours. But Bill learned more about middle eastern cuisine and something called yafetta flour than he ever thought would sound interesting. He gave Daniel the secret to his award winning barbecue sauce–after swearing Dr. Jackson to secrecy, of course. That brought them to talking about steak, and then restaurants. They dreamed of the feast of takeouts they'd scrounge up as soon as they got home. Savorys and sweets. Favorite candy bar for Daniel was a Fifth Avenue. Bill always thought them too tough and preferred the Mr. Goodbar, himself...although poprocks were great for hard candy. After each of them came back from their "meetings" with Raphael, neither one mentioned fruits.
3. Daniel is a soldier. If you said that to his face, he'd deny it and probably be insulted. He's the one that starts half the natural ribbing that goes in the friendly rivalry between civilians and military personnel on the base. Bill's worked Daniel off and on over the years on various projects where things coordinated, but it's usually been within the confines of the SGC. The few times he'd worked with the guy offworld, it had been with all of SG-1, and Daniel had just been one of the other scientists then too, like Carter. Of course, Bill didn't think of her as military much either, despite her rank.
Even on base, Sure Daniel wears the fatigues, but he wears them as more of a green lab coat than a uniform, and no one who sat through one of his lectures could mistake his genuine academic enthusiasm for military ennui.
But Daniel not only took command during their time in the camp, he kept coming up with strategies and acted more like protection detail for Bill. He knew how to lay a false trail. He knew the techniques their captors would use before they even tried it. He was quoting from the military manuals they all had to read in those orientation courses--but it wasn't by rote. He lived it. Bill wasn't sure Daniel even realized what seven years--or six if you didn't count the year he was a light--on a field team had done to his mindset.
4. For as much as Daniel could focus on the most minute detail of ancient cultures, he really wasn't a detail oriented type of guy. Or at least, details when it involved military paperwork. Granted there was paperwork for paperwork and inefficiency abounded in military work, but Daniel seemed to have made an artform out of avoiding lots of the standard hoops they all had to deal with as part of the job.
Bill still swore Daniel brought up his grandfather to get out of handling all the requisitions before they left the base. Daniel was obviously more familiar with the local currency, but Bill had to handle the money. Of course, this may have been Bill projecting since he hated doing any of the paperwork too, and it felt like he was getting it with more than his share. After he recovered from his pneumonia from that stagnant trap water, he'd discovered while Daniel was laid up with his leg injury, he'd handled all the post-mission paperwork except for Bill's personal report. Bill vowed to buy him a case of those Fifth Avenue bars as a thank you.
5. "Where'd you learn to swim?"
"What?"
They were sitting in the dark, having talked out and worried out everything that could or would happen while in that hut, and probably they should've both drifted to sleep by now, but this question had been bugging Bill. "Where'd you learn to swim? I can't believe how long you held your breath."
"Oh, uh...local Y. I mean, I learned when I was a kid. Made it all the way through lifeguard level on red cross lessons and worked a couple summers at the local pool."
"But...you held your breath for so long..."
"Well, people always say I'm full of hot air, I guess it helped me keep some oxygen in." Daniel nudged him. "It's amazing how often I need to use swimming on missions. What about you? That was a rough haul through that labryinth."
Bill coughed. "I guess desperation brings out all sorts of hidden talents."
Daniel chuckled. "Tell me about it."
Old Friends Remet
1. Jack had gotten soft about scientists. Burke remembered when they ran ops together and needed to bring in the tech experts, O'Neill was the worst at handling them. They were inefficient and tended to talk or move too much–a scary thing when dealing in black ops. That being said, if one of them was in danger, Jack would mother hen any of them. He took the "don't leave behind" to extremes, but then Burke knew some kind of bad shit happened back in Iraq, so he understood that mentality.
What he didn't get was this stark worry in Jack's eyes. He didn't notice it back at the cantina, but now that they were out in the jungle, it was clear. At least one, if not both of this archeologist team were more than just names or work colleagues. Jack was in full "brother-in-arms-in-danger" mode. Burke had been on the receiving end of that once, after he had a raging fever and was stuck behind enemy lines. Jack had pulled his ass out of the fire...back when Jack believed Burke's life was worth saving. So he knew, he recognized.
While Lee was a walking science nerd cliche, Burke wasn't sure how Jack's command let that guy out of the lab. But Jackson was different. When he saw Jackson with O'Neill, he recognized the tongue-in-groove of a well-established teammate. They'd been together for...more than months, probably years.
2. Watching Daniel Jackson with Jack, Burke observed something else. Aside from being teammates, Jackson was more than some technical expert. He was civilian, Burke had seen enough of his dossier to know that, but somehow, someway, Jackson had saved Jack's life...possibly more than once. He caught it in the give and take of the banter. The, it's your turn to be in a life-risking situation. If you saved O'Neill's life once, Jack would resent it as a debt owed. The second time, which--if you were good enough to stay on the types of teams Burke and O'Neill worked with, there would be a second time--Jack would guardedly concede the the obligation. But only those who'd been through hell and back on a few round trips got under all of Jack's layers like this guy Jackson did. And Burke never thought he'd see the day Jack would feel that way around a techie. O'Neill had barely let Burke into that circle once upon a time, and Burke was a field op, for all that he was a civvie. Yep, Jack was soft on scientists, now.
3. There was a hardness to Jack, even underneath the bitterness at what he thought was Burke's betrayal of him once upon a time. Burke knew bitter. He'd lived in this hot humid hellhole for years to protect a traitor's family from the truth. Burke had no family, but guys like Woods and O'Neill, a wife and kids to come home to? How could you let that go? That was everything.
Divorce was common on the black ops route. Too many secrets. It's why he'd never gone the marriage route. But he envied those that did–those that kept it. That's why Woods had felt like such a heartbreak. He was giving up his family for money. That just didn't flow. But O'Neill, he was salt of the Earth. He had that boy, and the pretty blonde lady who accepted the secrets. Plus she fixed up Burke's Chevy once.
"So, how's Sara?"
Jack grunted. Burke wondered if he was just not going to answer anything he asked on principle. Finally there was a response. "Last I heard, good."
That was the marriage he'd bet money on staying. "Aw, Jack, how'd you let that woman go?"
A growl then. "Drop it, Burke."
But Burke didn't take orders from anyone anymore, and national security aside, he'd never been one to stay quiet when running his mouth would work just as well. "You had the American dream, man. The wife, the dog, the kid...you at least get to see Charlie from time to time, right?"
Jack turned then, and the look he gave Burke...Well, Burke'd been the recipient of looks that could kill more than once in his life, but under O'Neill's gaze, Burke would not only be dead, but incinerated. In that moment, he knew. Oh shit. Oh hell. Burke couldn't even imagine. Being exiled meant getting blacklisted from the gossip loop. No one had told him. Burke never would've opened that wound had he known it. He couldn't even imagine. "Ah...I'm sorry, Jack."
"It was a long..." Burke could tell Jack was going to give a cliched response, but Jack seemed to realize Burke would recognize it for the bullshit it was. Finally, almost in a whisper, Burke heard. "Thanks."
4. Burke held Jack back as the medics were securing Lee and Jackson in the plane. "Dude, I checked into you, thought you were flying a desk when I heard they had you stuck in the NORAD mountain. I was sure wrong."
Jack lifted an eyebrow in his old "I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you expression".
"Yeah, I'm not biting. We had a shootout with zombies man. And that?" He pointed to the crate not one but two airmen who had come in on the C-130 were now lifting very gently into the jet. "That big grey Rubik's cube's like some Ark of the Covenant...?"
"Ix-nay on the ubik's-ya ube-kay, Burke." Jack's
Burke absently popped a bubble. "Yeah, right. Well, whatever you're doing, it sure looks to be a helluva ride."
"Oh, buddy," O'Neill clapped a hand on his shoulder and grinned in a manner Burke hadn't seen in years. "You have no idea."
5. Jack was still a man of his word...and a helluva lot more connected than Burke ever realized. Before Burke could turn around and pack his bag, he was getting orders to report to Langley for a choice of assignments.
Considering how "Just a Scientist" created my love for Bill Lee, and I've always been fond of Burke and his actor, I **could not resist** the siren call. And thus this five things virgin has made two submissions (even if I may not have done them right. Heh.)
1. Daniel loves the heat. Bill thought it was just the desert shtick, but apparently humid or dry, Daniel feels very comfortable in hot weather. He told Bill all about some undergraduate digs on the Yucatan peninsula that were some of the most liberating of his early career days. Bill was glad one of them was comfortable, because he was a big fan of the guy who invented air conditioning and actually missed being underground at Cheyenne Mountain.
2. Three days without food or water makes you start dreaming of food. It was probably its own kind of torture, but Bill and Daniel decided to share favorite foods. Coffee was a given for them both--scientists working long hours. But Bill learned more about middle eastern cuisine and something called yafetta flour than he ever thought would sound interesting. He gave Daniel the secret to his award winning barbecue sauce–after swearing Dr. Jackson to secrecy, of course. That brought them to talking about steak, and then restaurants. They dreamed of the feast of takeouts they'd scrounge up as soon as they got home. Savorys and sweets. Favorite candy bar for Daniel was a Fifth Avenue. Bill always thought them too tough and preferred the Mr. Goodbar, himself...although poprocks were great for hard candy. After each of them came back from their "meetings" with Raphael, neither one mentioned fruits.
3. Daniel is a soldier. If you said that to his face, he'd deny it and probably be insulted. He's the one that starts half the natural ribbing that goes in the friendly rivalry between civilians and military personnel on the base. Bill's worked Daniel off and on over the years on various projects where things coordinated, but it's usually been within the confines of the SGC. The few times he'd worked with the guy offworld, it had been with all of SG-1, and Daniel had just been one of the other scientists then too, like Carter. Of course, Bill didn't think of her as military much either, despite her rank.
Even on base, Sure Daniel wears the fatigues, but he wears them as more of a green lab coat than a uniform, and no one who sat through one of his lectures could mistake his genuine academic enthusiasm for military ennui.
But Daniel not only took command during their time in the camp, he kept coming up with strategies and acted more like protection detail for Bill. He knew how to lay a false trail. He knew the techniques their captors would use before they even tried it. He was quoting from the military manuals they all had to read in those orientation courses--but it wasn't by rote. He lived it. Bill wasn't sure Daniel even realized what seven years--or six if you didn't count the year he was a light--on a field team had done to his mindset.
4. For as much as Daniel could focus on the most minute detail of ancient cultures, he really wasn't a detail oriented type of guy. Or at least, details when it involved military paperwork. Granted there was paperwork for paperwork and inefficiency abounded in military work, but Daniel seemed to have made an artform out of avoiding lots of the standard hoops they all had to deal with as part of the job.
Bill still swore Daniel brought up his grandfather to get out of handling all the requisitions before they left the base. Daniel was obviously more familiar with the local currency, but Bill had to handle the money. Of course, this may have been Bill projecting since he hated doing any of the paperwork too, and it felt like he was getting it with more than his share. After he recovered from his pneumonia from that stagnant trap water, he'd discovered while Daniel was laid up with his leg injury, he'd handled all the post-mission paperwork except for Bill's personal report. Bill vowed to buy him a case of those Fifth Avenue bars as a thank you.
5. "Where'd you learn to swim?"
"What?"
They were sitting in the dark, having talked out and worried out everything that could or would happen while in that hut, and probably they should've both drifted to sleep by now, but this question had been bugging Bill. "Where'd you learn to swim? I can't believe how long you held your breath."
"Oh, uh...local Y. I mean, I learned when I was a kid. Made it all the way through lifeguard level on red cross lessons and worked a couple summers at the local pool."
"But...you held your breath for so long..."
"Well, people always say I'm full of hot air, I guess it helped me keep some oxygen in." Daniel nudged him. "It's amazing how often I need to use swimming on missions. What about you? That was a rough haul through that labryinth."
Bill coughed. "I guess desperation brings out all sorts of hidden talents."
Daniel chuckled. "Tell me about it."
Old Friends Remet
1. Jack had gotten soft about scientists. Burke remembered when they ran ops together and needed to bring in the tech experts, O'Neill was the worst at handling them. They were inefficient and tended to talk or move too much–a scary thing when dealing in black ops. That being said, if one of them was in danger, Jack would mother hen any of them. He took the "don't leave behind" to extremes, but then Burke knew some kind of bad shit happened back in Iraq, so he understood that mentality.
What he didn't get was this stark worry in Jack's eyes. He didn't notice it back at the cantina, but now that they were out in the jungle, it was clear. At least one, if not both of this archeologist team were more than just names or work colleagues. Jack was in full "brother-in-arms-in-danger" mode. Burke had been on the receiving end of that once, after he had a raging fever and was stuck behind enemy lines. Jack had pulled his ass out of the fire...back when Jack believed Burke's life was worth saving. So he knew, he recognized.
While Lee was a walking science nerd cliche, Burke wasn't sure how Jack's command let that guy out of the lab. But Jackson was different. When he saw Jackson with O'Neill, he recognized the tongue-in-groove of a well-established teammate. They'd been together for...more than months, probably years.
2. Watching Daniel Jackson with Jack, Burke observed something else. Aside from being teammates, Jackson was more than some technical expert. He was civilian, Burke had seen enough of his dossier to know that, but somehow, someway, Jackson had saved Jack's life...possibly more than once. He caught it in the give and take of the banter. The, it's your turn to be in a life-risking situation. If you saved O'Neill's life once, Jack would resent it as a debt owed. The second time, which--if you were good enough to stay on the types of teams Burke and O'Neill worked with, there would be a second time--Jack would guardedly concede the the obligation. But only those who'd been through hell and back on a few round trips got under all of Jack's layers like this guy Jackson did. And Burke never thought he'd see the day Jack would feel that way around a techie. O'Neill had barely let Burke into that circle once upon a time, and Burke was a field op, for all that he was a civvie. Yep, Jack was soft on scientists, now.
3. There was a hardness to Jack, even underneath the bitterness at what he thought was Burke's betrayal of him once upon a time. Burke knew bitter. He'd lived in this hot humid hellhole for years to protect a traitor's family from the truth. Burke had no family, but guys like Woods and O'Neill, a wife and kids to come home to? How could you let that go? That was everything.
Divorce was common on the black ops route. Too many secrets. It's why he'd never gone the marriage route. But he envied those that did–those that kept it. That's why Woods had felt like such a heartbreak. He was giving up his family for money. That just didn't flow. But O'Neill, he was salt of the Earth. He had that boy, and the pretty blonde lady who accepted the secrets. Plus she fixed up Burke's Chevy once.
"So, how's Sara?"
Jack grunted. Burke wondered if he was just not going to answer anything he asked on principle. Finally there was a response. "Last I heard, good."
That was the marriage he'd bet money on staying. "Aw, Jack, how'd you let that woman go?"
A growl then. "Drop it, Burke."
But Burke didn't take orders from anyone anymore, and national security aside, he'd never been one to stay quiet when running his mouth would work just as well. "You had the American dream, man. The wife, the dog, the kid...you at least get to see Charlie from time to time, right?"
Jack turned then, and the look he gave Burke...Well, Burke'd been the recipient of looks that could kill more than once in his life, but under O'Neill's gaze, Burke would not only be dead, but incinerated. In that moment, he knew. Oh shit. Oh hell. Burke couldn't even imagine. Being exiled meant getting blacklisted from the gossip loop. No one had told him. Burke never would've opened that wound had he known it. He couldn't even imagine. "Ah...I'm sorry, Jack."
"It was a long..." Burke could tell Jack was going to give a cliched response, but Jack seemed to realize Burke would recognize it for the bullshit it was. Finally, almost in a whisper, Burke heard. "Thanks."
4. Burke held Jack back as the medics were securing Lee and Jackson in the plane. "Dude, I checked into you, thought you were flying a desk when I heard they had you stuck in the NORAD mountain. I was sure wrong."
Jack lifted an eyebrow in his old "I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you expression".
"Yeah, I'm not biting. We had a shootout with zombies man. And that?" He pointed to the crate not one but two airmen who had come in on the C-130 were now lifting very gently into the jet. "That big grey Rubik's cube's like some Ark of the Covenant...?"
"Ix-nay on the ubik's-ya ube-kay, Burke." Jack's
Burke absently popped a bubble. "Yeah, right. Well, whatever you're doing, it sure looks to be a helluva ride."
"Oh, buddy," O'Neill clapped a hand on his shoulder and grinned in a manner Burke hadn't seen in years. "You have no idea."
5. Jack was still a man of his word...and a helluva lot more connected than Burke ever realized. Before Burke could turn around and pack his bag, he was getting orders to report to Langley for a choice of assignments.
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Date: 2009-10-13 12:33 am (UTC)thank you for writing. :D.
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Date: 2009-10-13 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-13 04:41 am (UTC)(Icon is not a comment on the fic! He's Bes, an Ancient Egyptian household god, and I just like him)
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Date: 2009-10-13 03:19 pm (UTC)Yours were just awesome to read. :-)
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Date: 2009-10-14 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-13 01:56 pm (UTC)I would personally love to see the whole trip's dialogue between Lee and Daniel played out, as I think Daniel if nothing else would try to be as friendly and personable as possible for Bill. I can totally see Daniel outsmarting the military system to not filling out paperwork if he can avoid it, and I'd love to see Jack figure it out and be totally jealous!!
You're Burke & Jack is absolutely fabulous and it gives us just that hint of background story that I just want to know loads more!
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Date: 2009-10-13 03:22 pm (UTC)I tried to come up with fresh bits of dialogue for the Evolution scenes, since I kind of made my own personal fanon/canon for what happened in Just a Scientist. But yeah, I think Daniel definitely tries to get around filling out the paperwork he sees as stupid and/or superfluous. And Jack being very jealous.
I love Burke and Jack's interaction. They were fun.
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Date: 2012-11-06 01:46 pm (UTC)I can not wait to be an expert
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