Close, Vala. Sorta but not quite. He got what you were going for though! "It's an idiom that refers to experiences and conflicts in the past that someone or several people have consciously decided to forget about or let go. Not things to come or just in general past events."
Vala seemed to have a hard time answering his question, which was weird because she sure didn't have any trouble dropping hints back at the greeting room. Was it really that hard to just say it? Apparently it was. Daniel started to look back down when Vala replied. His shoulders twitched reflexively. That stung. A lot. She didn't even have to say it in nearly the same patronizing, "let's-haze-the-geek' way the Marines used to do his first few weeks. Vala was just so matter-of-fact about it that it hurt even more.
She found herself with a nasty look aimed her way over his glasses. It wasn't even that she was wrong. That was the problem. She was completely right. Daniel had just been thinking the same thing to herself. He bit his lip. Maybe there was a reliance building on SG-1. Like a crutch, Daniel thought. He'd handled himself before Abydos just fine. Plenty of digs, plenty of foreign countries, plenty of watching his own back. But this time he hadn't and he'd paid the price. It was easy to act like SG-1 was at fault, but who was he kidding? He'd gotten so wrapped up in what he was doing that he'd tuned everything else out. Daniel flushed. Jack was right. Vala was right.
"What makes you think you'd do better? I know you about as well as anyone else on the dig," Daniel pointed out heatedly. "Who's to say you won't do the same-"
Several things happened at once. Vala told him the year and there was a crack of something dry and brittle. Daniel froze. The room itself seemed to go deadly still. Daniel desperately hoped that sound wasn't what he thought it was. She was from so far in his future. I'm still at Stargate Command? What did that say about Sha're? The main reason he was there because of her. Daniel peered around Vala's thighs with something that could only be dread. The mummy's wrist had snapped off, with just a few dried ligaments holding it on. This was the only mummy of its kind in this entire universe. The archaeologist swallowed. He tried very hard to control the rising anger. He counted to ten in Goa'uld.
Daniel's voice, he was proud to say, shook only a little. "I think you need to leave."
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Vala seemed to have a hard time answering his question, which was weird because she sure didn't have any trouble dropping hints back at the greeting room. Was it really that hard to just say it? Apparently it was. Daniel started to look back down when Vala replied. His shoulders twitched reflexively. That stung. A lot. She didn't even have to say it in nearly the same patronizing, "let's-haze-the-geek' way the Marines used to do his first few weeks. Vala was just so matter-of-fact about it that it hurt even more.
She found herself with a nasty look aimed her way over his glasses. It wasn't even that she was wrong. That was the problem. She was completely right. Daniel had just been thinking the same thing to herself. He bit his lip. Maybe there was a reliance building on SG-1. Like a crutch, Daniel thought. He'd handled himself before Abydos just fine. Plenty of digs, plenty of foreign countries, plenty of watching his own back. But this time he hadn't and he'd paid the price. It was easy to act like SG-1 was at fault, but who was he kidding? He'd gotten so wrapped up in what he was doing that he'd tuned everything else out. Daniel flushed. Jack was right. Vala was right.
"What makes you think you'd do better? I know you about as well as anyone else on the dig," Daniel pointed out heatedly. "Who's to say you won't do the same-"
Several things happened at once. Vala told him the year and there was a crack of something dry and brittle. Daniel froze. The room itself seemed to go deadly still. Daniel desperately hoped that sound wasn't what he thought it was. She was from so far in his future. I'm still at Stargate Command? What did that say about Sha're? The main reason he was there because of her. Daniel peered around Vala's thighs with something that could only be dread. The mummy's wrist had snapped off, with just a few dried ligaments holding it on. This was the only mummy of its kind in this entire universe. The archaeologist swallowed. He tried very hard to control the rising anger. He counted to ten in Goa'uld.
Daniel's voice, he was proud to say, shook only a little. "I think you need to leave."