When you've been in the Stargate program a while, you start thinking about Fate.
Can't help it, really. After you've died a couple times, "Why are we here?" takes on whole new meaning.
So, if you're a somewhat introspective type like me - hey, I've got a telescope on my roof, I know about introspective - well, you start to look around. You start noticing that a lot of people go through pretty regular lives. No big ups, no big downs, just kind of ordinary. Fate pats 'em on the head, or maybe socks 'em in the jaw, and moves on.
'Course, you also start noticing that some people only meet Fate once - and it's fatal. Car wreck. Maniac with a sniper rifle. One bolt falling out and derailing a train. Bam. Case closed.
Maybe they're the lucky ones. Fate doesn't have it in for them. Like they say, nothing personal, just business.
Daniel would argue with that. Daniel would argue that being alive is lucky, no matter what snarky tricks Fate pulls out of a hat. Daniel would probably keep arguing while Fate tied him to a railroad track with barbed wire and a red silk bow on top.
Which is probably why he's still alive, come to think.
...No, I take that back. I try to be honest. With myself, anyway. And honestly, I have no clue why Daniel's still breathing.
Though lord, have I ever seen the result.
'Cause you see, there's really three types of people out there. You've got your ordinary Fate types, your one-touch-of-Fate-and-die types...
And then you've got the people Fate follows around like a manic wrecking ball, smashing the living daylights out of anybody who doesn't run like blazes the minute they get that little quiver down the spine that says time's up.
Oh yeah, we say it's training. We say it's instinct. Finely honed warrior reflexes giving warning at the very last minute.
Bull. It's that little twitch of hairs at the base of your neck, hairs that are tied right into the ears. All the better to hear Fate giggling at you.
Clue time. Fate giggling is bad.
And Fate giggles a lot around Daniel.
-Vathara, Veritas
I love this allusion to fate.
