'Holy Crap', gen SG-1 double drabble

 

HOLY CRAP

 

I thought I knew this place.

 

I admit, I’ve only been assigned to the SGC for eight months, and all of those’ve been in the post-Daniel Jackson era. But I’ve heard the stories, the legends. The minute I joined SG-19 I got the history lesson about how Dr. Jackson opened the Stargate when nobody else could figure it out. And heard the grisly story about his death.

 

And the hushed arguments over whether he was really dead or not. I figured he was, you know? He really did die, his body eaten away by radiation poisoning, even if something... unusual happened after that. ‘Ascended to a higher plane of existence.’ It’s quite a story, but you get used to that sort of thing around here real fast.

 

I mean, that actually wasn’t the weirdest thing I ever heard while eating lunch, you know?

 

And then one day SG-1 comes back from a mission, and whispers start to swirl around the base and guys I’ve been working with and passing in the hallways every day have got this look on their faces. 

 

Hope, I guess.  I don’t know what else to call it.

 

One man really can make all the difference.