fic: Stories of Gods and Heroes [sg-1]

Am currently missing what is, I'm sure, a very lovely (free) concert. All polyphony and stuff that I'm usually thrilled about. But a body at rest wants to stay at rest, and so I'm still in front of my computer. (It's been a long week.)

For aella_irene, here is SG-1 as people from Greek mythology. I hope this makes sense to someone other than me.



The first time he walks through the gate after Sha’re is taken, the first time he does it knowing what’s on the other side, does it with his eyes open and fearhopesorrowbitterangerlove in his heart (there is no word in any language for what he feels), he doesn’t look back. He never looks back, every time he walks from one world to another, no matter where he is going or what place he is leaving behind. There wouldn’t be anyone standing there if he did, and there isn’t anyone even though he doesn’t. The god who took Sha’re isn’t one who can be charmed with a song. (Not that he’s much of a singer, anyway.)


Those who challenge the gods are bound to lose, even if they win the competition. She knows this, but it’s not like she has any choice in the matter. Pandora’s box has been opened, the scornful words said, the challenge set. And all her energy must go into the weaving, the steady meshing of familiar technology with alien, fingers sure and fast and unwavering.

She can’t win, but she can’t afford to lose, either. If she does, the penalty will be worse than being turned into a spider, and she won’t be the only one paying the price.


He cannot step away from this, the fight that they will never win. It is his burden to bear; he is strong enough to shoulder the weight of a world (or two or three), and there is no one he both trusts and hates enough to let them take it from him. To bear this load is a choice that he has made freely, and that is enough (barely) to keep him going on the days when he thinks he might be crushed beneath it, when he feels that something must break.

But he does not stand alone.


His liver is picked out and replaced every morning, noon, night, but he can’t see the sky, and he’s only mortal, and his eternity is short. Every time he dies, something shakes loose. He can feel sanity and self slipping through his fingers, like sand through an hourglass. Sooner or later his hands will be empty, and whoever wakes up in the sarcophagus won’t be him. Hercules can come any time now to bust him out—or Teal’c or Sam or a couple of nukes. Dying wouldn’t be so bad, if he could just stay dead.

(But there’s only Daniel, and he burns everyone he touches, even as he gives light to all. “Jack,” Daniel says, and Jack shudders against the tether of his body, prays that things will end one way or the other before the last thread snaps and he floats free. He’s sick of this merry-go-round, but it’s better than the alternative.)
Thank you. Writing this felt a little like trying to pin my brains down on paper or something--all the images were there, but trying to order them into a readable whole took a lot longer than I'm willing to admit.
This is a wonderful way of ascribing the mythology to SG-1. Very creative, well written and emotive.
Thanks for linking to this at stargatefic, because wow.

Beautiful, with amazing depth.
Sharing what I've written with other people is half the fun of writing, so when I stumbled across the comm, I was delighted. I'm mostly in the SGA part of fandom, and so didn't know where to go to let people know about this.

Daniel and Jack were easy--Daniel's practically wrote itself, and I mean that quite literally. My hand was doing the writing, but the words assembled themselves without any prompting from me. Sam and Teal'c were harder, but still came out pretty well, I think.

I'm glad you like it.
Oh, this was a wonderful story. I love the mythology intertwined in the portrait you give to each of them. Lovely imagery. Thank you for sharing.

Yes, this. All of these make so much sense with the characters. I love Teal'c's and Daniel's in particular, just for the emotional resonance with both of them, but all of them were excellent.

Teal'c's (wow, that looks funny) was probably the hardest for me to write. I simply couldn't come up with a myth to link him with. And then I thought of him bearing the weight of all the enslaved Jaffa, and everything fell into place.
Wow ... nice to see someone else can play with mythology too. I wrote a whole huge piece on Daniel and Ascension from a Comparative Mythology point of view (I am a fan of Joseph Campbell)... It was a big honking thing in two parts:

which I am still working on to add stuff to - I want to do an illustrated edition when I get time.

See what you think!
This is a wonderful piece and a wonderful idea. When I saw the gods and heroes you chose, I thought "Oh, Yes! Of course that's who it would be!"
This is lovely. The Greeks had great myths, and these ones fit SG-1 really well. And for some reason, the "In a former age, they would have been the stuff myths were made on" summary just does something to me...