"Daniel, I kinda had more faith in you than this."
"What? Who?" Daniel sat up and squinted. The very blurry face of Jack O'Neill came quickly into focus, forcing Daniel to scoot back with a frown. Incredulity and shock accompanied his yelp. "Jack?!"
"Oh come on, I'm supposed to be a sight for sore eyes."
"Not that close up," Daniel muttered. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Jack did not disappear. Instead, the general leaned against the control room console, ankles crossed and arms folded across his chest. "You . . . you … " Daniel stopped and looked around again. It was definitely the bunker control room, and the reflected image of himself in the glass was not his own face but the face of the Doctor.
"What the fuck is going on now?" Daniel groused. "How'd you get here? Are we rescued? Can you reverse this? Is Sam here?"
"Whoa Daniel, calm down." Jack held up his hands in surrender. "I don't know. I'm not here. No, no and no."
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Jack!"
"I'm in your head, Daniel." Jack pushed away from his casual lean against the console and dropped into the chair. He pushed away from the wall and sent the chair rolling across the room. "Or the Doctor's head. Or whatever. It's all too esoteric for me."
"You're right. I'm dreaming." Picking himself up from the floor, Daniel scrubbed at his face again.
"How'd you guess?"
"You said 'esoteric.' "
"So?"
Daniel simply stared at Jack.
"I do crosswords."
"Again, Jack, why – if I'm going to imagine someone in my head, why you?"
"Well, I don't know. Why don't you ask yourself that? Oh, wait, I am you. Yourself. Whatever." Jack spun around on the chair. "I like this. We should get some of these. It's comfy. I think I might like it more than my big chair." Another push sent the chair back across the room. "Nah. If ain't broke, don't fix it right?"
"I pass out and I imagine you? I'm afraid to know what that says about me."
"Look, I don't know why your – brain –" Jack waved with his hands, "Picked me. But here I am. To say that I'm disappointed. You've hit the jackpot and you choked."
"What?"
"That nifty body you're wearing? It's got bells and whistles that you've never had before. That's awesome. But you … you wimped out, Daniel. You choked."
"I didn't choke. It was – it was overwhelming. Maddening."
"For you, yes. For him, no. And it's his body. Your super genius speak five million languages and negotiate peace treaties with Klingons on a bad day reacted like you would. Your psyche freaked. You are physically fine." Jack stood up and marched over to Daniel. He planted himself firmly in front of Daniel, and frowned at him. "Now, it's time to wake up."
With that, Jack pushed Daniel and sent him spiraling backwards off balance.
Daniel jerked to an upright position, and started at the sight of his face so close to his face. "On the record, I hate this island. And I really hate my subconscious."
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[Daniel] Huh?
Date: 2007-05-29 01:38 am (UTC)"What? Who?" Daniel sat up and squinted. The very blurry face of Jack O'Neill came quickly into focus, forcing Daniel to scoot back with a frown. Incredulity and shock accompanied his yelp. "Jack?!"
"Oh come on, I'm supposed to be a sight for sore eyes."
"Not that close up," Daniel muttered. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Jack did not disappear. Instead, the general leaned against the control room console, ankles crossed and arms folded across his chest. "You . . . you … " Daniel stopped and looked around again. It was definitely the bunker control room, and the reflected image of himself in the glass was not his own face but the face of the Doctor.
"What the fuck is going on now?" Daniel groused. "How'd you get here? Are we rescued? Can you reverse this? Is Sam here?"
"Whoa Daniel, calm down." Jack held up his hands in surrender. "I don't know. I'm not here. No, no and no."
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Jack!"
"I'm in your head, Daniel." Jack pushed away from his casual lean against the console and dropped into the chair. He pushed away from the wall and sent the chair rolling across the room. "Or the Doctor's head. Or whatever. It's all too esoteric for me."
"You're right. I'm dreaming." Picking himself up from the floor, Daniel scrubbed at his face again.
"How'd you guess?"
"You said 'esoteric.' "
"So?"
Daniel simply stared at Jack.
"I do crosswords."
"Again, Jack, why – if I'm going to imagine someone in my head, why you?"
"Well, I don't know. Why don't you ask yourself that? Oh, wait, I am you. Yourself. Whatever." Jack spun around on the chair. "I like this. We should get some of these. It's comfy. I think I might like it more than my big chair." Another push sent the chair back across the room. "Nah. If ain't broke, don't fix it right?"
"I pass out and I imagine you? I'm afraid to know what that says about me."
"Look, I don't know why your – brain –" Jack waved with his hands, "Picked me. But here I am. To say that I'm disappointed. You've hit the jackpot and you choked."
"What?"
"That nifty body you're wearing? It's got bells and whistles that you've never had before. That's awesome. But you … you wimped out, Daniel. You choked."
"I didn't choke. It was – it was overwhelming. Maddening."
"For you, yes. For him, no. And it's his body. Your super genius speak five million languages and negotiate peace treaties with Klingons on a bad day reacted like you would. Your psyche freaked. You are physically fine." Jack stood up and marched over to Daniel. He planted himself firmly in front of Daniel, and frowned at him. "Now, it's time to wake up."
With that, Jack pushed Daniel and sent him spiraling backwards off balance.
Daniel jerked to an upright position, and started at the sight of his face so close to his face. "On the record, I hate this island. And I really hate my subconscious."