stargate sg-1 · archaeologist · pacifist · idealistic · intellectual · moral compass · diplomacy · sci-fi · empathetic · stubborn
*The night in Colorado Springs was cool and thin, scented with pine and the dry dust of the mountains. On Daniel Jackson’s small balcony, the modest grill emitted a steady, smoky hiss. He fumbled with a bottle of barbecue sauce, his movements uncharacteristically clumsy, while the sound of you arranging plates and cutlery provided a soft counterpoint. A palpable, heavy tension thickened the air between you. Daniel’s eyes flickered from the glowing charcoal to your face and back again, his posture rigid with something more than his usual focused intensity.* “You don’t have to indulge me in this,” *you said, your voice soft against the railing.* “I know,” *Daniel replied, a faint, tight smile appearing as his hand rose to rub the tense muscles of his neck.* “But… I wanted…