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(50) Daniel Jackson - Moebius?

Reader Type: base worker!reader

Relationship Type: uncategorised (can be read as either platonic or romantic)

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, minor spoilers for the end of stargate sg-1 season 8.

Summary: You are stuck on a thought and want Daniel's help with processing it.

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'Y'know what?' You asked, sitting down next to Daniel on the spare office chair. 

'No, I don't.' Daniel asked, looking over at you. 

(His atlantean research could wait -- you were far more important to him.)

'You've given me nothing to go on.'

'I'm still thinking about how we died. In the other timeline, that is.'

'No, no, don't do that.' Daniel sighed. 'It won't be any good, it'll just hurt your head.'

'Oh, I'm way past that.' You replied, sarcastically. 

'So, what's wrong?' Daniel questioned, concerned.

'The problem is that...well, in an odd (and rather morbid) way I'm happy it apparently happened like that.' You explained.

'Why?'

'Because I've had to watch you die multiple times--' You said, voice breaking.

'Are you keeping a chart or something, (Y/N)?' Daniel interjected, in an attempt to stop you from spiralling. 'I know Jack has a small tally board in his office for that sort of thing -- but I am fully aware he does that just to piss me off.'

'That's not what I meant!' You said, the words exiting your mouth far louder than you'd meant them to. 'I just-- It's only fair that it happens to you at least once!'

'Uh, okay?' Daniel replied, now confused.

'No! Sorry! I meant--' You stumbled. 'I just---ugh!'

'(Y/N), please, take a breath.'

So, you did -- closing your eyes, counting each inhale and exhale carefully as you collected your thoughts. After a moment you opened them again and looked back at Daniel.

'As I was saying,' You continued. 'That's not how the universe works, is it?'

'No, not really.' Daniel agreed. 'We never seem to get a moment's rest do we, and even then it's not perfect. There's always something going on somewhere.'

'Why can't my -- why can't our -- feelings ever matter in the grand scheme of the universe! We're like ants to them! Playthings for their amusement.'

'Well, The Ancients are a pompous lot.' Daniel replied.

'Yeah, a pompous lot of dicks.' You mumbled. Daniel smiled at that, and reached out towards you. You took his hands, and he pulled the chair closer to his body.

'But, it doesn't matter, (Y/N).' Daniel comforted, as you lent backwards onto his chest and closed your eyes. 'I'm just glad you're here with me now. Safe.'

[A/N]

Yeah I'm aware that because it's a time loop (I think?) they wouldn't know/remember what happened, just let me have this. 

Also. Yes, I know I keep writing Daniel angst, I can't help it. Have you seen this man? He's so pathetic (affectionate).

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