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Chapter two of Crescente.

(Once again, sorry for spelling mishaps lol I write these and always fail to completely proof read and ive been slowly touching up the chapters as half this story came from a notebook ive had for a decade Enjoy :P (more chapters on Quotev) )

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"General! You're not putting him in a cell?" Jack said, walking down the hallway briskly as Hammond ordered the alarms off per Janet's request.

"If it's what I have to do. I'm following protocol... And from what Dr. Frasier is telling me, I surely don't know what to expect, Colonel." Hammond said, Sam sharing a worried glance with the older man.

"What does that mean, sir?" Carter asked, the General shaking his head as they approached the two guards sanctioned at the infirmary doors. For all they knew, Jackson could have contracted some alien pathogen, but from the General's behavior and the lack of information he was giving the two, they hardly knew what to expect.

Allowing the three inside, Hammond stopped once the two two were at his side.

"That... is not what I thought was happening." O'Niell said, staring up at their colossal friend.

Daniel was curled up in the corner of the room, his head leaning against the wall as he shuddered from the aftershocks, his eyes screwed shut. He was naked aside from the large bedsheet that was carefully tucked around his waist, a line of beds shoved to the side to make room. The man looked exhausted from what Jack could surmise, a feeling of worry eating away at him as he watched one of his dear friends obviously suffer.

The shades had been drawn, Janet quietly looking through the lens of a microscope as she waved towards the trio's direction before turning her attention as Daniel shifted, toppling over one of the tables in a deafening clatter as he startled awake, having been dosing off.

"How did this happen, Doctor?" Hammond was the first to speak, still as stoic and calm as possible despite the outrageous and bizarre nature of it all.

"I'm not sure, sir. His blood looks normal, his vitals are fine.. now." She said, turning off the microscope as Daniel silently watched them, too confused and admittedly freaked out to speak. He felt like some kind of monster, he had to have been over thirty feet tall judging by the way his shoulders were nearly twice as high as the doorframes.

Thank God for the viewing room. Jackson thought dryly, his body feeling like it'd been encapsulated in lead, his head still hurting though not as severely as he quietly grimaced. He had given Fraiser quite the scare, though he doubted he'd be able to stay calm in a situation like this. They'd dealt with other weird and borderline insane things, but nothing to this extent. A member of SG-1 now a giant? His career was over. His life was over for all Daniel knew as he shut his eyes again, feeling like he was going to vomit from the anxiety coursing through his veins.

"Now?" Hammond said, his cheek muscles tensing as he glanced at the giant infront of them.

"Yes, right before he started growing, his vitals spiked. His blood pressure went through the roof and his heart rate went over 120, sir. Now I can't get a reading, he's too big for my equipment, sir. I can get his heartbeat from listening to his chest, but I would not be able to secure anything to him at this point." Janet said, her eyebrows furrowed in worry as Sam frowned.

"How big is he, Janet?" Jack asked, Daniel chuckling internally at the subtle curiosity in the Colonel' voice.

"Im not sure, Colonel. I would have to move him to a large enough room to properly weigh and measure him, sir. Though at the moment, I dont think it's safe to move him. For our sake and his." Janet said as Hammond slowly nodded, Jack walking over to the large man.

"Danny? You feeling okay? You look like something straight out of a movie." O'Niell offered, looking over the trembling giant as he set an assuring hand on his calf, Daniel's eyes slowly opening as they tiredly focused on the Colonel.

"Mm... You can say that... If you feel like you've been wrung through a taffy puller." Daniel rasped, his voice having a deeper tone than before, clearing his throat as he weakly sat up straighter, the four back up to give him more of the limited space.

"Doc says she'll pump you full of morphine again and tomorrow we can start figuring out what happened." Jack said up to him, the large blue eyes fixed on him closing as the archeologist nodded quietly.

"Alright, Daniel. Come on in." Jack said, motioning for the man to crawl into the large warehouse sized room adjacent to Sam's office. Fraiser and Hammond had scheduled a drill within the base to insure that no other officer could see the change in rooms for the archeologist.

The room itself was larger than the Gate room, the original intention of the room unbeknownst to SG-1, though they could all guess given the original intention of such a massive underground compound. Sam had managed to make a pair of bottoms with the help of a few other personnel that Daniel had managed to wiggle on in the now tiny infirmary. The shirt was still in progress, and the pants were a rough estimation based on Daniel's girth and inseam comparative to the size of the painted over colums in the med bay and number of tiles beneath him.

Carefully crawling his way through the corridor, Daniel squeezed through the automated doors and pulling through his hips with a second tug. It was all too surreal, having to cram himself through a doorway he usually couldn't touch with both arms out to his sides, the way he had accidentally crushed one of the metal beds struggling to maneuver through the smaller door that was the infirmary.

Sitting up once Daniel pulled his legs through the door, the man looked around. The room he was now housed in was thrice the size of the med bay, the ceilings stretching even high above him, amazed the building codes from the 50s still withheld nearly seventy foot high ceilings. Swallowing, the man frowned as the door closed behind him with a solid thunk without anyone else in the room. Looking around the presently barren room aside from a few small boxes in the far corner, Daniel quinted towards the other side of the room, the wall a different shade only a few inches from the floor.

Rubbing his fuzzy eyes, his glasses quickly breaking the moment he started growing, Daniel slowly rose to his feet. Letting out a soft noise once he stood at his full height, the shaggy blonde closed his eyes as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Giving himself a moment, the man opened his eyes and looked down at himself. He looked totally normal, his body unchanged as did his face feel, walking over towards some of the polished metal higher towards the ceiling as a makeshift mirror.

Slowly getting used to the weight of his newfound size rather quickly, the giant made his way over. He had no idea how tall he truly was, thirty feet was just a guess based on the infirmary room, but now he was unsure. He felt a lot taller than thirty feet, though his fear of height may of played a part in the dizzying sense he got looking at the floor that was so far away. Looking at the crappy shiny metal he could vaguely call a mirror, he looked at his reflection: he looked like his normal self.

Letting out a pained noise, Daniel held his stomach as he doubled over, the same fiery wave of pain rippling through his skeleton once more as he let out a pained, "General Hammond! D-Dr. Fraiser!"

Groaning in agony, the man fell to his knees as he clawed at the concrete on the floor in an attempt to distract himself from the fire burning through his very soul. Letting out a choked sob, he felt his pants tighten around his hips as his fingers elongated, the man growing rapidly as the doors to the room opened.

"It hurts-! Augh- O'Niell! Sam!" He panted, sweat running down his temple as the officers ran inside to the quivering giant. Before they could reach him, Dr. Fraiser watched as the Linguist's eyes shut, the man loosing consciousness as he grew.

#daniel jackson #stargate #g/t #stargate sg1 #samantha carter #teal'c #general hammond #colonel jack o'neill #janet fraiser #size shifter

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shmoppop · 2 years ago

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Crescente (pt. 1)

(Stargate fic I wrote at 3am with g/t and some of my fave characters) (also posted on my Qoutev)

"Dial us home, Daniel." Colonel O'Neill proclaimed, the man standing next to the DHD as he turned his attention towards the marveling man.

"Yessir." The shaggy blonde replied, pulling his gaze away from the huge flowers that were more brightly colored than he'd ever thought possible for plant life. Punching in Earth's address on the engraved buttons, the chevrons lit up as they locked in their location.

Rubbing his itching nose, Daniel looked back at the team, Sam standing besides Teal'c. Turning towards Jack once the wormhole formed, the four made their way back over to the Gate which appeared dwarfed by the upscaled backdrop of the unusual planet.

Hammond had put the planet on the list for exploration, and once the MALP came back with a video feed of huge bugs half the size of the rover itself, Jackson and Carter practically begged the General for permission to go. The planet itself was not much larger than Earth from the estimations, and sustained a livable atmosphere for human and humanoid life. Which did not come as a surprise, all of the planets with Stargates on them were habitable to humans in one way or another.

Upon arriving, the team were astounded by the gargantuan scale of the flora from 92X-393; flowers larger and taller than apartment buildings, trees more massive than the low cloud cover of the forest like planet. No intelligent life had been recorded, which left the team wondering why there were not inhabitants. Speculating was half the fun, Jackson thought when they first entered the portal to 29X.

Now he wanted off more so than O'Neill did when they went to the other planets. His allergies had been nothing short of horrible after a grand time period of about ten minutes. Perhaps giant sized plants and flowers meant giant sized allergies, the scientist was a mess, his nose running and sneezing every few minutes.

"Remind me to bring you a spare lil' box of tissues." Jack chuckled, patting the disheveled linguist on the back as they stepped through the wormhole back to Stargate Command.

"Dr. Jackson?" Hammond tore the man from his thoughts, Daniel looking up at the General with a look of apology. "Sorry, sir. My head has been fuzzy since we got home." Daniel said, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose as Sam looked at the blonde.

"Allergies." She guessed, Teal'c quietly looking at Jackson for a moment. "You've had these ailments since we arrived there, Jackson. Perhaps you should see Dr. Frasier." He spoke in his usual monotone manner.

"I agree. Usually you're up and at-em by now." Jack added, Hammond giving a nod of agreement as he sat back in his chair.

"I'm fine. I just need to take some allergy meds and I'll be fine. Nothing new." Daniel said with a wave of his hand as he put his glasses back on. "I'll get some from Frasier." The young man added after a look from both Sam and Hammond.

"You may feel fine, but who's to say that you may be more severely allergic to something. Your face is a little pink." Sam pointed out, the woman looking at her friend.

"Indeed. You look different." Teal'c said as Daniel looked at the Jaffa and woman with a subtle look of resignation.

"Fine." Daniel said after a moment, Jack shrugging towards the man as Hammond got up from his seat at the head of the table. The General had called a de-briefing shortly after their arrival home. They had taken back a few samples of dirt for their teams to catalog and store. Hammond was particularly interested in how the flora could get so big.

Having taken a reading of the atmospheric levels once they had arrived, the team were surprised that the oxygen level was nearly thrice the amount they'd found on Earth. The levels themselves indicated readings closer to the oxygen levels of pre modern historical Earth. It was interesting and all, though by the time that SG-1 had showered, changed, and discussed what they'd encountered, Jackson's skull felt like it was splitting. Hardly paying attention by the end of the meeting, Daniel left as soon as he was permissed much to the others' worry.

Making his way down the steps down stairs and through the ugly concrete walls of the Stargate Command beneath Cheyenne Mountain, Dr. Jackson winced to himself. His migraine was no surprise with his allergy attacks previously. He knew he'd get sneezey and congested, amd after that like clock work he would get a migraine that would be gone by the next morning. Though this headache was chewing at a different spot- no- all over - which wasn't normal.

Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to try and ebb the throbbing pain throughout his skull, the man pulled the door open as he entered the infirmary.

"Janet." Daniel greeted, the brown haired doctor as he carefully sat on one of the empty examination beds. The missions had proven to be wrote successful, which was a relief, given they had Apophis breathing down their necks.

"Hi, Daniel." She replied flippantly, walking over to him. "Hammond said your allergies were bugging you again?" She started, tossing her old gloves in the trash before putting on a pair of sterile ones. Turning back to the blonde, the woman quickly darted over in alarm. "Daniel?" She said, her brow creasing in worry at seeing the archaeologist laying on the bed with his eyes squeezed shut.

"My head. It's killing me, Janet. It's not like a usual migraine or allergy congestion headache." Daniel muttered, his arm snaking over his eyes to shield from the blinding florescent lights overhead.

"Okay. Just keep a steady breathing and try not to move too badly." She said, her tone growing increasingly worried, "Can you move your head back?"

"It's not meningitis." Daniel said flatly, Dr. Frasier pulling away for a tick at his change in attitude. "...Sorry." He whispered after a moment as he peaked at her under his arm with a grimace.

"Alright-" She continued before Daniel let out a cry of pain, his hands flying up to hold his head as he sat bolt upright.

"Daniel? Hey- I need you to tell me what's happening." Frasier said, startled by the outcry as she rushed to grab him a syringe with twenty five milligrams of morphine to sedate and calm the man.

"My head, Frasier, fuck my head!" Daniel sobbed, curling into a fetal position as he sat at foot of the bed.

"I know, Daniel. I need you to work with me here." Janet said in a grunt, attempting to get the man to scoot back and lay down so she could administer the pain killer effectively.

Quickly injecting the drug once she managed to get the linguist to stop shaking for a few moments, Jackson looked at her for a beat as he went unconscious from the sudden adrenaline release and thereafter sedation of morphine.

Waking to find Sam and O'Neill standing beside his bedside talking to Dr. Frasier, Dr. Jackson quietly watched them for a moment. His entire body ached like he had just ran a marathon through pudding, his limbs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds each, his hair hurt, everything hurt.

His mind was still swimming in pain from what he could tell, his vision was blurry and the throbbing was still present in his temples but for the present, Jackson stayed comfortably unaware. Clearing his throat, Jackson looked up at them.

"You okay, kid? Frasier called us and said you started loosing it over your head." Jack said, the graying man never the best with formalities, but always meaning the best which was what Daniel only cared about for the time being instead of correcting him.

"Yeah," Jackson croaked, Clearing his throat again as he rubbed his nose, "Allergies are still bugging me." He said, Frasier making a face.

"Still bugging you? You have the equivalent to kill a small child from what Janet's told us." Jack said, Sam giving the Colonel a look.

Giving a nod in reply, Jackson rubbed his eyes quietly as he brushed back his hair. "How long was I out?" He asked eventually as Sam came over to his bedside.

"About 45 minutes. You sure you're okay? Dr. Frasier is running your blood work to see if anything of this has to do with 29X-393." The blonde woman said, looking over the man for a moment with a concerned glance.

"Besides this headache, I feel fine." Daniel said, failing to tell her the pure sore and achiness that was spreading and overpowering the morphine.

Unconvinced, Sam gave a reluctant nod as she pat his shoulder fondly. "The Colonel, Teal'c, and I have to go to a meeting with SG-4 to brief them on 29X. We'll be back." She said, O'Neill giving Jackson a wave as he walked out. Nodding quietly, Daniel waved back as the two left.

Closing his eyes, Frasier came back as she checked his pupils with one of her flashlights.

"Ah- fuck, Doctor." Daniel gasped at the blinding light inches away from his sensitive eyes.

"Sorry, but you pupil dilation is normal, given your circumstance. How are you feeling?" She asked, checking his lymph nodes as the man gave her a so-so gesture with his hand.

"Shitty." Jackson admitted as he slowly sat up, feeling top heavy yet a million pounds regardless.

Looking at the man in surprise, she ushered him to lay back down. "Not so fast, last thing I need you doing is passing out." She said, looking him over.

By then, it was late in the afternoon and Daniel still felt sick, though this time around, he felt like his body was on fire. Frasier had left to get the lab results and Jackson felt a tingle crawl up his spine, first it was small, then the tingle grew from just that- a tingle- to full blown waves of burning hot ripples through his muscles and bones as he let out a jagged gasp.

"Frasier!" He called, the waves of fire growing more constant as his cheeks grew warm. Groaning quietly, the pain eased which left the blonde gasping for air, his lungs feeling squeezed in his ribcage before being let go as he trembled.

Letting out another cry of pain, the man sat up, panting in agony as he looked down at the white bedsheets, shaking from the effort to not vomit. Looking at his shaking hands, the man's eyes grew wide in horror as he watched the flesh of his hands turn a dark purple for a moment before a sense of dead filled him.

"Frasier!" He yelled again, this time his voice high with panic as he watched his hands seem to enlarge before his eyes. Letting out a rattling breath, Jackson felt like he was in some sick dream as the numbing sensation spread from his hands to his arms, to his chest and running down his legs.

Running down the hall, Frasier quickly opened the door to the infirmary, one of the stationed guards telling her Jackson had been urgently calling for her. As the woman entered, she fell dead in her tracks, staring at the man infront of her. Daniel had grown nearly a foot since she'd left.

"Frasier? What's happening to me?" Daniel asked in panic, his voice shaking as was his expanding body. Looking down at the sound of fabric stretching, the man got up, his head shooting towards the ceiling as his shirt clung to his growing chest.

"Frasier?" Jackson said, struggling not to have a panic attack as the woman stared up at the archaeologist is horror. This was something out of science fiction novels: not reality. Certainly not in her own lifetime.

Getting to his knees to avoid the light fixtures hanging from the ceiling, Daniel was loosing space, the seams of his shirt splitting as his pants. Letting out a pained grunt, Jackson quickly grabbed the blanket from his bed, throwing it over his hips as he outgrew his clothes.

"Help me! Janet, help me!" The blonde said, sounding on the verge of tears as his shoulders grew taller than the frame of the viewing windows a story above the infirmary floor.

Regaining herself, Janet ignored every rational thought in her mind to high tail it out of there as she jumped over the expanding leg nearing her direction. Running over to the red lock down button on the wall, Janet slammed her fist against it as the compound went into lock down. Grabbing the phone on the desk, she quickly dialed the number of General Hammond's office.

"H-Hammond! It's Dr. Jackson, sir... No, he isn't fine! Sir- Dr. Jackson is going through some kind of hyper growth! I need backup in here!" She said frantically as she looked up at the agonized man, his giant hands flying to cover his ears at the blaring alarms to block out the terrible sound.

#g/t #Stargate #my writing #g/t angst #daniel jackson #SG-1 #giant/tiny #g/t concept #giant growth #sam carter #colonel jack o'neill

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