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ansothehobbit was talking about wanting some Daniel and Merry fic and somehow or other I ended writing something along those lines. There isn't as much Daniel and Merry interaction as I had originally planned, it's my first attempt at writing the SG-1 team and it's unbetaed. Add that all together and it comes up to "OMG! that's bad."
The start of the trip was completely normal, the gate activated just like it always did, no warnings coming from the control room. They stepped through into complete confusion.
The landing was rough, partly because Daniel wasn't used to 'landing;' the exit from a stargate usually being more like walking than falling. At least it had been for the past several years - he remembered those first few trips, when everyone had stumbled out of the gate freezing cold and shaking, but Carter's algorithm for planetary shift had resolved that and there had been no falling for a good long time now.
Until today. Today there was definitely falling involved. Rolling up to his feet Daniel looked around, trying to orient himself as quickly as possible.
"Uh, guys?" he asked, hoping someone else was seeing what he wasn't. "Where's the stargate?" Oh, this was bad. This was very, very bad. They were standing in a field, along the banks of a wide, brown river, a thick forest bounding the other side of the field. In the distance downriver he could see what appeared to be a small town nestled into the base of a hill. Nowhere in the surroundings was there a stargate or anything that looked remotely like it could be used to disguise a stargate.
"Carter?" O'Neill asked, looking at his teammate hopefully.
"I don't know, sir," she answered ruefully. "I've never heard of anything like this happening before. In order for us to have come here, there really should be a stargate."
"Well, d'uh," O'Neill muttered. "Only problem is, I'm not seeing one."
"I'm working on it, sir," Carter replied, face creasing in thought.
"Perhaps we should inquire of the native inhabitants," Teal'c said after a long moment of quiet. "They may have experienced this phenomenon before."
"Then I suggest we approach that town." Daniel pointed in the direction of the village he'd spotted upon arrival. "As close as they are to our, um, landing site, they should know something if anyone does."
***
Merry was in his study, going through the books and trying to figure out how his father had kept everything straight with such confused and disorganized record keeping, when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," he called, grateful for the reprieve.
He smiled in greeting when Mr. Overbank, one of the elders of Bucklebury, entered the room. He always enjoyed a good talk with Overbank, and a good drop or two of brandy as well. Pulling out a bottle and glasses, he poured out a good dollop in each glass and handed one to his friend.
"I'm sorry to come in so unexpectedly, Master Merry," Overbank said as he accepted the drink, "but there's been an unusual occurance. A group of Big People showed up in the village a few hours ago. We tried to chase them off, but they demanded to see the person in charge hereabouts. Not knowing what else to do with them, we brought them along to see you."
Merry paused in the act of swallowing and nearly choked on his brandy as he absorbed the meaning of Mr. Overbank's words. Aragorn had issued a decree several years ago, stating that no Big Person would enter the Shire unless formally invited to do so. That these strangers should have made it as far as Bucklebury before being spotted was worrisome.
Setting his glass down, he opened a trunk set against one wall and pulled out his sword and armor. These Big People may be harmless eccentrics who had lost their way, or they might be one of the few bands of ruffians that still occasionally lurked in the wilds outside the Shire. He wouldn't know which until he met with them and he was taking no chances.
Approaching the study where Overbank had left the strangers, he was pleased to see that the hobbit had thought to place guards on the doors. Entering the room, he carefully kept his hand away from the hilt of his sword, wanting to appear prepared but not hostile. As he entered the room, four figures rose from seated positions and Merry frowned. These were some of the tallest Men he had ever seen, taller even than Aragorn, he thought, and dressed strangely. Although the clothing was like to nothing he had ever seen before, it reminded him strongly of the garb worn by the rangers, designed to be sturdy and allow the wearers to blend into the background (if that background was a forest, rather than a Brandy Hall parlor). They each wore bulky vests and various oddly shaped items hung from their belts, which Merry suspected were weapons of some strange design. Despite his resolve, he hesitated for a moment before advancing further into the room.
"I am Meriadoc Brandybuck, Master of Buckland," he announced, determined not to let his uncertainty show. "What has led you to break the King's edict and enter our lands without permission?"
The four men - three men and one woman, he realized as he looked closer - exchanged glances and then one of them, a dark-haired man, stepped forward.
"My name is Daniel Jackson," the man said. "This is Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, and Teal'c," he continued, pointing to each as he said their names.
Colonel O'Neill was staring at him with narrowed, thoughtful eyes, Major Carter smiled a greeting and Teal'c nodded his head solemnly. Merry wasn't sure what to make of any of them but bowed politely. "At your service."
"We apologize for coming here without permission," Daniel Jackson continued, bowing in return. "Honestly, we didn't intend to come here at all, and we're a bit confused as to how we did end up - wherever here is. In...Buckland, did you say?"
Despite their warlike garb, Merry was beginning to sense that these Men were not ruffians. They spoke politely, although their accent was strange, and they gave the impression of people who, while quite capable of extreme violence, would prefer to talk.
"Where were you planning to go, if I may ask," he said curiously, wondering how someone could end up in Buckland if that wasn't their destination.
"Well, the address we dialed was for P3X-142, but I'm guessing that isn't here." There was a rueful tone in that answer that seemed sincere.
P3X-142? Merry mulled that one over for a good long time. The series of numbers and letters meant nothing to him.
"I've never heard of this -- P3X-142. However, I do have many maps, maybe I can help you find it." This seemed unlikely, as Merry had pored over those maps many times and never had he seen anything like this.
Daniel Jackson looked a little confused and Major Carter moved a step closer. "P3X-142 is the gate address for the world we were attempting to reach. We don't know what the natives of that planet, if there are any, would name it. However, since we arrived here without the benefit of a 'gate, we have no way of knowing if we are on that planet or a different one."
Merry repressed a sigh and longed for a pint of really strong beer. The Gaffer's home brew would do, except of course the Gaffer had died a few years ago and taken his secret recipe with him to the grave. The woman's explanation made no sense whatsoever and Merry had a feeling he was in for a very long day.
"Please," he said, gesturing to the chairs, "sit and relax. I can offer you a meal if you are hungry?" Without waiting for an answer, he tugged on the signal rope hanging in one corner of the room. When a young serving lass entered the room, he requested a large meal be delivered, enough to feed four extremely large Men (three Men and a Woman, he reminded himself).
"Now," he continued, turning back to his visitors, "let's see if we can sort this out." He had a strong feeling he was going to like these people, especially Daniel Jackson.
***
They'd been in Buckland for two weeks, now, and Daniel was in something near Anthropologist heaven, aside from a lingering concern that they would never get home. Sam had been spending her time trying to figure out how to get them back, but so far she hadn't come up with much, other than going back where they 'landed' and waiting to see if a wormhole would just open for them if they asked nicely. That seeming rather unlikely, she was trying hard to come up with a plan B. This was a pretty tricky situation, but Daniel had great faith in her.
In the meantime, there was so much to learn here, about this culture. It seemed that there had been a Goa'uld (although Merry hadn't called him such), going by the name Sauron, who had occupied this planet up until several years ago, when the people had revolted and destroyed him. Merry had apparently been a part of that uprising. Sauron was not a name from any Egyptian mythology that Daniel had ever come across, but he thought it might be a bastardization of some other name. Or perhaps this Goa'uld had taken on a new name for himself, something from the mythology of the peoples of this world. In any case, he had been terrorizing the world, sending his Jaffa armies (Merry called them orcs) to brutalize and dominate the scattered and disorganized political structures that had been in place.
Merry's explanation of how they had defeated this Goa'uld was confusing, shrouded in layers of mythology and magic, but it was clear that Merry was an eyewitness to the end of the battle, and Sauron had been wholy defeated. Since then a new King had arisen, someone who felt a debt of gratitude to these hobbits and had decreed that their land, which had been ravaged by the invading Jaffa armies, was forever more off-limits to what the hobbits referred to as Big People. Thus the dismay when SG-1 had shown up in their midst.
"Explain this to me, again," Daniel said, looking at a map Merry had spread out on the table. "It appears that there are several different languages represented in the writings here and here," he pointed at the runic lettering on the bottom of the map, which contrasted with the other lettering.
"While most of the writing is in the common tongue, it is a Dwarvish map and as such, some of the writing is in dwarvish runes. I can find a translation for you, if it would help you."
"Hm," Daniel murmurred non-committally. While he was interested in learning the language, he didn't think it would actually help with their current situation. He was scouring the maps in the hopes of finding something, anything that might indicate the presence of a Stargate on this world. So far he'd found nothing. If there was one, it was probably buried under tons of rubble in the heart of Sauron's domain. Even if such a 'gate both existed and still functioned, which was highly unlikely, it would take months to reach on foot.
"Come, my friend," Merry said, slapping Daniel on the back. "Do not give up hope. Your Major Carter is working very hard to find an answer, and if she's as smart as you've said, she will certainly find a solution to your problem soon. In the meantime," Meriadoc opened an intricately carved box and pulled out a game board, "why don't you join me in a game of Draughts."
Daniel grinned and set the map aside. The hobbits' game was very similar to the Earth game of checkers and Daniel enjoyed their games very much.
Another three weeks passed, with Jack getting more restless with each passing day. Even Daniel was itching to get back home. He'd taken hours of video footage, getting samples of the various writings Meriadoc had in his library, as well as capturing the people, architecture, spoken language and a variety of other things. Now he was eager to get back to his lab so that he could study the material.
Two weeks ago they had been visited by a group of hobbits, friends of Meriadoc's and leaders of their people in their own right, who had also been part of the great War that had defeated Sauron. Daniel had spoken with them at great length, taking copious notes and videoing the conversations, hoping to learn more about the Goa'uld they had defeated, but again everything was couched in terms of magic and mythology. It was interesting to note that in spite of all this magical talk, there was very little overt religion here and this was seemingly the way it had been for as long as anyone could remember. If pressed, the hobbits would mention something called the Valar, but they weren't very specific about what such beings were, or even if they were something to be worshipped or just an ancient race of beings who used to live amongst them (hm, similar to the Ancients, maybe?). The hobbits were very much a 'live in the now' kind of people, content to farm their fields, eat good foods, drink ale with friends, and dance to happy music when the mood struck them.
Daniel was interrupted from his musings when the door to his room opened. "Let's go, Daniel," Jack said, poking his head in the door. "The Prometheus is here."
Blinking in surprise at this abrupt news of rescue, Daniel none-the-less began rapidly packing up his things. "How did they find us?" he asked, almost unbelievingly.
The answer to that question came later, once they had been beamed aboard the Prometheus, where they had been greeted, much to Sam's dismay, by Dr. McKay.
"It was quite simple really," the astrophysicist had intoned pompously. "Once I was called in from Area 51 it only took me an hour or so to find the problem in the 'gate, and it wouldn't have even taken that long if some moron hadn't been fiddling around with the computer when I got there. What took up all the time was refiguring the Prometheus' hyperdrive engines to create a window that would allow us to move through dimensions instead of space."
"How is that even possible?" Sam asked, frustration clear in her voice. "There is no way the wormhole could have made a connection on this end without a 'gate."
"Well, it obviously did," McKay replied with an 'I'm so obviously smarter than you' look. Sam took in a deep breath to argue and Daniel moved away, not wanting to be anywhere near the blast radius when the two of them finally exploded. It was good to be home (or nearly home, anyway).
ansothehobbit was talking about wanting some Daniel and Merry fic and somehow or other I ended writing something along those lines. There isn't as much Daniel and Merry interaction as I had originally planned, it's my first attempt at writing the SG-1 team and it's unbetaed. Add that all together and it comes up to "OMG! that's bad."The start of the trip was completely normal, the gate activated just like it always did, no warnings coming from the control room. They stepped through into complete confusion.
The landing was rough, partly because Daniel wasn't used to 'landing;' the exit from a stargate usually being more like walking than falling. At least it had been for the past several years - he remembered those first few trips, when everyone had stumbled out of the gate freezing cold and shaking, but Carter's algorithm for planetary shift had resolved that and there had been no falling for a good long time now.
Until today. Today there was definitely falling involved. Rolling up to his feet Daniel looked around, trying to orient himself as quickly as possible.
"Uh, guys?" he asked, hoping someone else was seeing what he wasn't. "Where's the stargate?" Oh, this was bad. This was very, very bad. They were standing in a field, along the banks of a wide, brown river, a thick forest bounding the other side of the field. In the distance downriver he could see what appeared to be a small town nestled into the base of a hill. Nowhere in the surroundings was there a stargate or anything that looked remotely like it could be used to disguise a stargate.
"Carter?" O'Neill asked, looking at his teammate hopefully.
"I don't know, sir," she answered ruefully. "I've never heard of anything like this happening before. In order for us to have come here, there really should be a stargate."
"Well, d'uh," O'Neill muttered. "Only problem is, I'm not seeing one."
"I'm working on it, sir," Carter replied, face creasing in thought.
"Perhaps we should inquire of the native inhabitants," Teal'c said after a long moment of quiet. "They may have experienced this phenomenon before."
"Then I suggest we approach that town." Daniel pointed in the direction of the village he'd spotted upon arrival. "As close as they are to our, um, landing site, they should know something if anyone does."
***
Merry was in his study, going through the books and trying to figure out how his father had kept everything straight with such confused and disorganized record keeping, when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," he called, grateful for the reprieve.
He smiled in greeting when Mr. Overbank, one of the elders of Bucklebury, entered the room. He always enjoyed a good talk with Overbank, and a good drop or two of brandy as well. Pulling out a bottle and glasses, he poured out a good dollop in each glass and handed one to his friend.
"I'm sorry to come in so unexpectedly, Master Merry," Overbank said as he accepted the drink, "but there's been an unusual occurance. A group of Big People showed up in the village a few hours ago. We tried to chase them off, but they demanded to see the person in charge hereabouts. Not knowing what else to do with them, we brought them along to see you."
Merry paused in the act of swallowing and nearly choked on his brandy as he absorbed the meaning of Mr. Overbank's words. Aragorn had issued a decree several years ago, stating that no Big Person would enter the Shire unless formally invited to do so. That these strangers should have made it as far as Bucklebury before being spotted was worrisome.
Setting his glass down, he opened a trunk set against one wall and pulled out his sword and armor. These Big People may be harmless eccentrics who had lost their way, or they might be one of the few bands of ruffians that still occasionally lurked in the wilds outside the Shire. He wouldn't know which until he met with them and he was taking no chances.
Approaching the study where Overbank had left the strangers, he was pleased to see that the hobbit had thought to place guards on the doors. Entering the room, he carefully kept his hand away from the hilt of his sword, wanting to appear prepared but not hostile. As he entered the room, four figures rose from seated positions and Merry frowned. These were some of the tallest Men he had ever seen, taller even than Aragorn, he thought, and dressed strangely. Although the clothing was like to nothing he had ever seen before, it reminded him strongly of the garb worn by the rangers, designed to be sturdy and allow the wearers to blend into the background (if that background was a forest, rather than a Brandy Hall parlor). They each wore bulky vests and various oddly shaped items hung from their belts, which Merry suspected were weapons of some strange design. Despite his resolve, he hesitated for a moment before advancing further into the room.
"I am Meriadoc Brandybuck, Master of Buckland," he announced, determined not to let his uncertainty show. "What has led you to break the King's edict and enter our lands without permission?"
The four men - three men and one woman, he realized as he looked closer - exchanged glances and then one of them, a dark-haired man, stepped forward.
"My name is Daniel Jackson," the man said. "This is Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, and Teal'c," he continued, pointing to each as he said their names.
Colonel O'Neill was staring at him with narrowed, thoughtful eyes, Major Carter smiled a greeting and Teal'c nodded his head solemnly. Merry wasn't sure what to make of any of them but bowed politely. "At your service."
"We apologize for coming here without permission," Daniel Jackson continued, bowing in return. "Honestly, we didn't intend to come here at all, and we're a bit confused as to how we did end up - wherever here is. In...Buckland, did you say?"
Despite their warlike garb, Merry was beginning to sense that these Men were not ruffians. They spoke politely, although their accent was strange, and they gave the impression of people who, while quite capable of extreme violence, would prefer to talk.
"Where were you planning to go, if I may ask," he said curiously, wondering how someone could end up in Buckland if that wasn't their destination.
"Well, the address we dialed was for P3X-142, but I'm guessing that isn't here." There was a rueful tone in that answer that seemed sincere.
P3X-142? Merry mulled that one over for a good long time. The series of numbers and letters meant nothing to him.
"I've never heard of this -- P3X-142. However, I do have many maps, maybe I can help you find it." This seemed unlikely, as Merry had pored over those maps many times and never had he seen anything like this.
Daniel Jackson looked a little confused and Major Carter moved a step closer. "P3X-142 is the gate address for the world we were attempting to reach. We don't know what the natives of that planet, if there are any, would name it. However, since we arrived here without the benefit of a 'gate, we have no way of knowing if we are on that planet or a different one."
Merry repressed a sigh and longed for a pint of really strong beer. The Gaffer's home brew would do, except of course the Gaffer had died a few years ago and taken his secret recipe with him to the grave. The woman's explanation made no sense whatsoever and Merry had a feeling he was in for a very long day.
"Please," he said, gesturing to the chairs, "sit and relax. I can offer you a meal if you are hungry?" Without waiting for an answer, he tugged on the signal rope hanging in one corner of the room. When a young serving lass entered the room, he requested a large meal be delivered, enough to feed four extremely large Men (three Men and a Woman, he reminded himself).
"Now," he continued, turning back to his visitors, "let's see if we can sort this out." He had a strong feeling he was going to like these people, especially Daniel Jackson.
***
They'd been in Buckland for two weeks, now, and Daniel was in something near Anthropologist heaven, aside from a lingering concern that they would never get home. Sam had been spending her time trying to figure out how to get them back, but so far she hadn't come up with much, other than going back where they 'landed' and waiting to see if a wormhole would just open for them if they asked nicely. That seeming rather unlikely, she was trying hard to come up with a plan B. This was a pretty tricky situation, but Daniel had great faith in her.
In the meantime, there was so much to learn here, about this culture. It seemed that there had been a Goa'uld (although Merry hadn't called him such), going by the name Sauron, who had occupied this planet up until several years ago, when the people had revolted and destroyed him. Merry had apparently been a part of that uprising. Sauron was not a name from any Egyptian mythology that Daniel had ever come across, but he thought it might be a bastardization of some other name. Or perhaps this Goa'uld had taken on a new name for himself, something from the mythology of the peoples of this world. In any case, he had been terrorizing the world, sending his Jaffa armies (Merry called them orcs) to brutalize and dominate the scattered and disorganized political structures that had been in place.
Merry's explanation of how they had defeated this Goa'uld was confusing, shrouded in layers of mythology and magic, but it was clear that Merry was an eyewitness to the end of the battle, and Sauron had been wholy defeated. Since then a new King had arisen, someone who felt a debt of gratitude to these hobbits and had decreed that their land, which had been ravaged by the invading Jaffa armies, was forever more off-limits to what the hobbits referred to as Big People. Thus the dismay when SG-1 had shown up in their midst.
"Explain this to me, again," Daniel said, looking at a map Merry had spread out on the table. "It appears that there are several different languages represented in the writings here and here," he pointed at the runic lettering on the bottom of the map, which contrasted with the other lettering.
"While most of the writing is in the common tongue, it is a Dwarvish map and as such, some of the writing is in dwarvish runes. I can find a translation for you, if it would help you."
"Hm," Daniel murmurred non-committally. While he was interested in learning the language, he didn't think it would actually help with their current situation. He was scouring the maps in the hopes of finding something, anything that might indicate the presence of a Stargate on this world. So far he'd found nothing. If there was one, it was probably buried under tons of rubble in the heart of Sauron's domain. Even if such a 'gate both existed and still functioned, which was highly unlikely, it would take months to reach on foot.
"Come, my friend," Merry said, slapping Daniel on the back. "Do not give up hope. Your Major Carter is working very hard to find an answer, and if she's as smart as you've said, she will certainly find a solution to your problem soon. In the meantime," Meriadoc opened an intricately carved box and pulled out a game board, "why don't you join me in a game of Draughts."
Daniel grinned and set the map aside. The hobbits' game was very similar to the Earth game of checkers and Daniel enjoyed their games very much.
Another three weeks passed, with Jack getting more restless with each passing day. Even Daniel was itching to get back home. He'd taken hours of video footage, getting samples of the various writings Meriadoc had in his library, as well as capturing the people, architecture, spoken language and a variety of other things. Now he was eager to get back to his lab so that he could study the material.
Two weeks ago they had been visited by a group of hobbits, friends of Meriadoc's and leaders of their people in their own right, who had also been part of the great War that had defeated Sauron. Daniel had spoken with them at great length, taking copious notes and videoing the conversations, hoping to learn more about the Goa'uld they had defeated, but again everything was couched in terms of magic and mythology. It was interesting to note that in spite of all this magical talk, there was very little overt religion here and this was seemingly the way it had been for as long as anyone could remember. If pressed, the hobbits would mention something called the Valar, but they weren't very specific about what such beings were, or even if they were something to be worshipped or just an ancient race of beings who used to live amongst them (hm, similar to the Ancients, maybe?). The hobbits were very much a 'live in the now' kind of people, content to farm their fields, eat good foods, drink ale with friends, and dance to happy music when the mood struck them.
Daniel was interrupted from his musings when the door to his room opened. "Let's go, Daniel," Jack said, poking his head in the door. "The Prometheus is here."
Blinking in surprise at this abrupt news of rescue, Daniel none-the-less began rapidly packing up his things. "How did they find us?" he asked, almost unbelievingly.
The answer to that question came later, once they had been beamed aboard the Prometheus, where they had been greeted, much to Sam's dismay, by Dr. McKay.
"It was quite simple really," the astrophysicist had intoned pompously. "Once I was called in from Area 51 it only took me an hour or so to find the problem in the 'gate, and it wouldn't have even taken that long if some moron hadn't been fiddling around with the computer when I got there. What took up all the time was refiguring the Prometheus' hyperdrive engines to create a window that would allow us to move through dimensions instead of space."
"How is that even possible?" Sam asked, frustration clear in her voice. "There is no way the wormhole could have made a connection on this end without a 'gate."
"Well, it obviously did," McKay replied with an 'I'm so obviously smarter than you' look. Sam took in a deep breath to argue and Daniel moved away, not wanting to be anywhere near the blast radius when the two of them finally exploded. It was good to be home (or nearly home, anyway).
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SQUEEE!!!!!!
Date: 2006-05-26 12:23 pm (UTC)*jumps you and hugs excitedly*
I never in my life thought I'd see this and you not even a SG-1 person. Thank you so much once again! :D I bet more than Daniel was intrigued by the encounter, lol! I'm sure Merry did some notes of his own too. :D
Re: SQUEEE!!!!!!
Date: 2006-05-26 12:30 pm (UTC)I'm debating whether I should give this a thorough beta and post it for everyone to see or if I should hide it away and never let it see the light of day again.
Re: SQUEEE!!!!!!
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Date: 2006-05-29 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-29 07:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad you were entertained by it, though. :)