it is not clear why we choose the fire pathway, where we end is not the way that we had planned(♫)
[ It's always the seemingly simple missions that go the most pear-shaped. Just a quick stop to introduce themselves and establish a new connection for SHIELD. Easy. Absolutely no potential for trouble whatsoever.
She should have known better.
Somehow, a fight broke out. She was separated from her team and had come face to face with another of those damn alien monoliths, which had sucked her up to who knows where. She'd been spat out the other side and deposited on a random planet that was apparently incredibly far away from Earth, and the locals had dropped her in a jail cell when they found her passed out.
Waking up on a freezing cold stone floor with a splitting headache is delightful, truly a high point of her life. But at least she's not drugged like the last time she'd woken up somewhere with straw all over the floor. She can still use her powers and move her body, it just... takes her a while to get past the nausea and disorientation. Long enough to have a few visitors demanding answers that she responds to with questions. They go a few frustrating rounds before she's left alone again to put together the pieces of the puzzle.
She's not back on Earth, that's for sure. They look human but there's something in the way they speak and dress, little eccentricities that seem to be the norm. But humans don't have a large presence off of Earth yet, so what gives?
The crash of the quaked-open cell door ricochets off the stone walls and she doesn't wait around to see if the old-timey dress comes with pitchfork accessories. She emerges into an equally old-fashioned little town, in which she sticks out like a sore thumb in her suit, so she keeps running. Out of the town, through a winding forest path, and into a clearing with a—
This was supposed to be a calm and quiet planet. Quiet enough that he'd been left on his own in the ruins without the rest of the team.
There is, of course, the rest of the base personnel - but this is the Beta site, and he's investigating temple ruins here - there's hardly much expected of it. Specifically, there's not a lot of violence expected - so very, very few soldiers.
He's heading back to the gate when he sees her. The woman who absolutely doesn't belong. It's sudden, too, as he emerges from the treeline, less than ten feet from where she does.
Immediately, out of instinct and - oh so many incidents - he goes for his pistol. Because she does not look calm and eager to talk.
It takes her a moment to notice the new arrival, she's so wrapped up in the adrenaline-fueled panic of trying to figure out what to do. She doesn't have comms, and even if she did, she could be anywhere and anywhen thanks to that damn monolith. The realization that she might never see her team crashes into her and tries to drag her under.
But then there it is, an awareness of another person near her, honed by years of training and her powers growing with time. She turns, sees the weapon in his hand, and raises her own without a second thought. The pieces of the pistol shake apart in his hands and tumble to the ground in less than three seconds. Only when the immediate threat has been taken care of does she notice that the guy isn't from around here either.
With her hand still raised toward him, she frowns and asks almost accusatorily, "Are you from Earth?"
Her frown deepens as a burst of anger boils up inside her. Seriously? He's seriously accusing her of violence when he'd just—
"Me? You're the one who brought a gun into this!" she tosses back, fire in her words. It's been a really shitty day and she is extremely Done with being accused of things by people on a strange planet. Even the relief of finding someone from a planet she recognizes is overshadowed by how Done she is.
"Uh, yeah, because -" he points back behind her, at the rising smoke from the distance.
"Pretty sure that was you," he said. And, strangely enough, perhaps, his voice was equally done. This many years in the program helped to generate that.
"Gonna guess you were the unconscious guest who showed up yesterday."
At least they knew she wasn't a Goa'uld, from the initial medical scans - but lord knew that only slightly narrowed down the list of possibilities.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
in a strange land — for daniel jackson
no subject
There is, of course, the rest of the base personnel - but this is the Beta site, and he's investigating temple ruins here - there's hardly much expected of it. Specifically, there's not a lot of violence expected - so very, very few soldiers.
He's heading back to the gate when he sees her. The woman who absolutely doesn't belong. It's sudden, too, as he emerges from the treeline, less than ten feet from where she does.
Immediately, out of instinct and - oh so many incidents - he goes for his pistol. Because she does not look calm and eager to talk.
oh so many incidents lmao
But then there it is, an awareness of another person near her, honed by years of training and her powers growing with time. She turns, sees the weapon in his hand, and raises her own without a second thought. The pieces of the pistol shake apart in his hands and tumble to the ground in less than three seconds. Only when the immediate threat has been taken care of does she notice that the guy isn't from around here either.
With her hand still raised toward him, she frowns and asks almost accusatorily, "Are you from Earth?"
no subject
He shakes his hand in disbelief, holding up both hands to forestall anymore violence.
"Uh...yes, yes I am. And you don't have to hurt anybody, you're not going to get to Earth with violence..."
no subject
"Me? You're the one who brought a gun into this!" she tosses back, fire in her words. It's been a really shitty day and she is extremely Done with being accused of things by people on a strange planet. Even the relief of finding someone from a planet she recognizes is overshadowed by how Done she is.
no subject
"Pretty sure that was you," he said. And, strangely enough, perhaps, his voice was equally done. This many years in the program helped to generate that.
"Gonna guess you were the unconscious guest who showed up yesterday."
At least they knew she wasn't a Goa'uld, from the initial medical scans - but lord knew that only slightly narrowed down the list of possibilities.