Daniel Jackson

wry humor aside, she continues, ❛ and there seem to be no bigger consequences than time-outs? ❜ a hassle, but ultimately given infinite time, surmountable. so long as they aren't going to wipe the entire database after sufficient failed attempts and render his library of alexandria analogy far too fitting.

Daniel can imagine any number of interesting suggestions they might get about those doors. Yeah, he'd rather he and any team under his supervision be the ones working on that particular project. He smiles tightly and nods--no names needed.

"As far as I can tell. I'm being cautious, of course. While the Ancients must have known that the Wraith or some other malicious group might try to break in, they seem to base most of their defenses on genetic data. They've been relatively kind to us so far, so long as everything's working the way it's supposed to..."

add [ reverse ] to swap sender and receiver's roles.

[ away ] sender plans a surprise weekend away with receiver.

[ breakfast ] sender brings receiver breakfast in bed.

[ chore ] sender does a chore they know receiver hates.

[ dinner ] sender takes receiver out to dinner at their favourite place.

[ event ] sender pretends to be receiver's romantic date at an event they attend together.

[ fix ] sender fixes something broken that's meaningful to receiver.

[ go ] sender goes to something to support receiver ( a sporting event, a theatre production, etc).

[ hair ] sender brushes/braids receiver's hair.

[ jacket ] sender lends receiver their jacket.

[ massage ] sender gives receiver a massage.

[ outfit ] sender sets out an outfit for receiver.

[ pay ] sender pays for receiver ( dinner, to see a movie, a ticket to an event, etc. )

[ run ] sender runs receiver a hot bath.

[ snack ] sender brings receiver their favourite snack.

[ towel ] sender has a warm towel waiting when receiver gets out the bath/shower.

[ umbrella ] sender holds their umbrella over receiver when it starts raining.

“Does your hate sleep, Atreides?” He snapped through gritted teeth. There wasn't a doubt in his mind this Mentat hated his House. Feyd Rautha understood loyalty, envied it. In the Harkonnen court they would turn each other on a moments notice. He and his own brother might kill each other for the chance to breathe just a minute longer and love each other no less because of it.

He didn’t know how to live without hating his uncle for that. And his hate had burned a hole through him and was as real a part of him now as his hands or the color of his eyes.

A sadness rose in Daniel--it came often these days. It was a grief of everything that was lost, everything he would have to become to survive, everything he could not express. A grief that knew he would not be able to survive long without losing himself too, and he refused to lose himself.

But this was a different sadness. A sympathetic one. One that he would not yet admit to.

It had been something of an adventure on the way in, trying to read the room, hurry, and at the same time act natural as she greeted the librarians, made small-talk and asked for directions to the linguistics section - as if she didn't have the Dewey system memorised and know exactly where she needed to look.

This would be the third library she'd tried, and the sheer glee of seeing the volume perched on its shelf like a beckoning finger (or an old friend) had sent a thrill of victory along her spine.

But still, she had no time for that. There was always competition for items like this one, although she didn't actually know how close that 'competition' was, or how much power they could bring to bear. Quickly she pulled a pair of white cotton gloves from her pocket, eased the book - Ciphers of a Scribe - from the shelf. "Hello, baby ... long time, no see ..."

She had the volume open on a reading table, turning a page or two to make sure it was the right one (oh she knew, she knew, but she was determined to be thorough), when a slightly shaggy looking man in wire-rim glasses approached her. Talking. Fast and apparently on edge, and enough that she closed the book and picked it up, cradling it protectively to her chest.

"I'm insufferably curious." A flip answer to an odd question her eyes narrowed a fraction to study him. She could have been nice, could have played it off as 'are you sure this is the book?' or some other false politeness, but a tingle in the back of her neck brushed all that away.

Daniel tried to respond, and at first it came out as incoherent sputtered syllables. This was supposed to be the easy part, but really he'd been doing this long enough to know that there were no easy parts ever.

Instead of trying to get his words into order right away, he stopped and gave himself a moment to think. Her reaction was interesting. If she were just curious, why was she so protective of this particular book? This was by no means a small library, full of rare texts. Most of which were in a known language, that for most people would be far more interesting.

❛  are you always so competitive?  ❜ ❛  are you okay? are you hurt?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you can do this on your own?  ❜ ❛  are you thinking what i'm thinking?  ❜ ❛  can you go take care of this, please?  ❜ ❛  can you show me how to fight?  ❜ ❛  can you tell me more about your adventures?  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?  ❜ ❛  does it really have to be like this?  ❜ ❛  don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day?  ❜ ❛  has no one ever given you a compliment before?  ❜ ❛  have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight?  ❜ ❛  have you noticed anything different about me lately?  ❜ ❛  haven't you ever wondered why i never talk about my childhood?  ❜ ❛  how can you just go to sleep like nothing happened?  ❜ ❛  how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness?  ❜ ❛  is there anything else i can do for you?  ❜ ❛  is this really how you want this to end?  ❜ ❛  isn't it ironic?  ❜ ❛  what are your plans for today?  ❜ ❛  what else do you want me to say?  ❜ ❛  what else have you hidden from me?  ❜ ❛  what happened here? where is all that smoke coming from?  ❜ ❛  what has happened in your life that made you like this?  ❜ ❛  when were you going to tell me?  ❜ ❛  where are we supposed to go from here?  ❜ ❛  who will be able to stop them now?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just act like a normal person?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just leave me alone?  ❜ ❛  why can't you just stay focused?  ❜ ❛  why does everything always have to be so complicated?  ❜ ❛  why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies?  ❜ ❛  why won't you just tell me what i did wrong?  ❜ ❛  will it ever stop hurting so much?  ❜ ❛  will you go out on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  will you just shut up and kiss me already?  ❜ ❛  will you please text me when you get home safely?  ❜ ❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜

we don't wear kiddy gloves here.

"Who told you it wasn't that bad?"

"Who told you that?"

"I'll fight anyone who says otherwise."

"Yeah, well, news flash: it fucked you up. I can tell."

"It's okay to have shit that fucks you up, you know."

"Ohhhh noooo, you're feeling an emotion."

"God forbid something hurts and you do something about it."

"That's trauma for you."

"Get angry about it."

"I don't know. I expected you to feel something."

"In case it escaped your notice, I care about you!"

"Do you have a death wish?"

"And you decided you were going to stoically suffer in silence and not tell anyone?"

"Got some 'main character syndrome' in you, huh?"

"We're meant to be a team!"

"Then they can go to hell! They don't tell us what we're capable of."

"I'm going to try. I don't care whether you're gonna try with me but I hope you do."

"We've seen worse odds."

"What did you expect? Me to stand there and do nothing?"

"Oh, you have trauma? I didn't notice."

i cannot begin my day with a confrontation.

i feel as if i've been looking for you for a very long time.

you found me.

i wanted time with you. i wanted to have you to myself.

you are a very hansome man.

why are you not married?

i'm certain i was never meant to marry.

you sound so sure about things.

i think you're only acting strong.

maybe you have no taste.

you have the ideal shape.

don't start crying.

i'm not crying. i'm angry.

whatever you do, do it carefully.

kiss me, my girl, before i'm sick.

i want you flat on your back. helpless, tender, open with only me to help.

i think it's the expectations and assumptions of others that causes heartache.

are you a special agent sent here to ruin my evening and possibly my entire life?

why are you so rude to me?

why are you talking to me like this?

yes, this is your house. of course it's your house.

i'm surrounded on all sides!

you brought me here!

when the hell did this happen?

where's your gun?

stop playing this game.

if it's my life that you're describing, it's entirely up to you whether you choose to share it or not.

why don't you just fuck off to back where you came from?

is there something i'm unaware of?

don't you start using that filthy little word.

there's nothing i can say to get your attention aimed back at me, is there?

a house that doesn't change is a dead house.

if you want to have a staring contest with me, you will lose.

is this an ambush?

then i want you strong again.

i don't understand what you're saying. i can't hear your voice.

you might wish you're going to die. you might wish you're going to die, but you're not going to.

i can predict the future, and everything is settled.

i finally understand you.

right now we're here.

i'm getting hungry.

what a model of politeness you two are.

marriage would make me deceitful, and i don't ever want that.

you need to settle down a little.

you certainly won't come out alive.

i'll go right through you and it'll be you who ends up on the floor.

[name] has made my dreams come true.

it's comforting to think the dead are watching over the living.

i don't find that spooky at all.

are you here? are you always here?

i miss you. i think about you all the time.

i hear your voice say my name when i dream and when i wake up, there are tears streaming down my face.

must be quite a challenge to be with him.

sometimes i jump ahead in our life together, and i see a time near the end.

i just miss you. it's as simple as that.

i want to tell you everything.

don't pick a fight with me.

you are not cursed. you are loved by me.

who is this lovely creature making the house smell so nice?

there is an air of quiet death in this house and i do not like the way it smells.

i don't even know what that word means.

it does concern me. it concerns me very much.

i'm not moaning.

it hurts my feelings.

i don't know what i'm doing here.