The Gift by Lady_Grey
Novella, First Time. Adventure. Angst. Horror. Romance Season 7 Prior to Heroes . Spoilers: Stargate, The Movie, Meridian, Fallen.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:  Danny-whumping in the extreme!  
Notes:   This story is quite the “SG-1-steps-into-the-Twilight Zone” kind of fic. It was fun and dark and sexy, and I had a great time writing it. Thanks to my local Stargate buddy for the idea, and to Jude, who had to wade through a subject that normally turns her WAY off, but she found a way to get through it like the trooper she is. Bless you, gal! Thanks for your always-brilliant direction, and making me get it right every time. Quotations from All Quiet on the Western Front, by Erich Maria Remarque
While on a very strange alien world, Daniel begins to change from geek to intergalactic babe, and no one is able to resist him -- not even Jack – but the results are horrifying. 

The Gift by  Lady_Grey 

"Welcome to Wonderland," mused Jack O'Neill with a note of uneasy suspicion in his voice as he scanned the alien landscape upon exiting the stargate.

The ‘gate was surrounded by forest, but there were no trees in sight.  Vegetation of a different kind reached into the hazy, late afternoon sky. Bare, spongy trunks the size of mature oaks stretched upward, all ghostly pale in shades of gray, white, yellow, and tan. High overhead, each smooth, bark-less trunk was capped with a thickly frilled parasol in a riot of colors.

  SG-1 stood in a forest of giant mushrooms, toadstools, and other fungi.

  "Anybody seen a big honkin' caterpillar with a hookah?" the colonel asked no one in particular.

  "This is wild," Sam breathed in wonder. "It's just like the MALP transmissions showed it would be, but actually experiencing it for real is just… incredible."

  "Welllll," drawled Daniel, "if the growing conditions for these species are the same for those on Earth, that means lots of damp and darkness." He looked down at the verdant carpet of velvety moss beneath his boots. "Ditto for the moss. Never seen the stuff so deep. It's up to my ankles."

  "I do not like this world," Teal'c rumbled, frowning. His eyes shifted around as he studied everything with a deeply suspicious expression.  The place obviously gave him the creeps.

  "Yeah. My spidey-sense is tingling, too," agreed O'Neill. “Never thought I’d hear myself say this, but I think I’m starting to miss trees.” He glanced around them and sidled up to the DHD, which stood in a cleared area in a patch of wan sunlight. Around the base grew a field of knee-high garlic plants that would have to be trampled on to dial home.

  The colonel stomped up to the device and pressed the keys. While the gate spun up, he ambled over to the MALP to report in to the base. "Smells like a pizza kitchen here," he told the general once the event horizon stabilized. "Garlic and 'shrooms everywhere. No sign of anybody from that village the UAV mapped out."

  He glanced up at the misty sky. "It'll probably be dark by the time we get there."

  "Good luck with first contact," Hammond radioed back. "I'll expect a report from SG-1 in twelve hours. Hammond out."

  Jack switched off the MALP to save the battery and ordered the team to move out. 

  They walked due east, taking in the strange landscape and the odd alien creatures that skittered and slithered out of their path. Wanting to arrive before twilight, they jogged a good portion of the way and arrived breathless and sweaty just as a heavy silver-plated gate was being pulled across a gap in the massive stone walls surrounding the town. 

  "Hey, wait up!" Jack called. "Company's comin'!" He waved at the two men straining against the gate.

  The villagers glanced up at the visitors, up at the sky, then at each other. Without a word, one of them ran off into town and the gate stopped its progress. The other man gestured to them to move faster.

  "Hurry," said the man, his speech heavily accented with slurred vowels and rolled r's. "Help me close the gate. Darkness falls, and the Ferretu will be coming to hunt. We must be indoors by then."

  The team sprinted the last few yards.

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