Just a fanfic I thought up about... Well, you'll figure it out.
Okay... This is new.
Slowly, very slowly, he opened his eyes. Bright light assaulted his retnas, momentarily blinding him. But of course, he wasn't really blinded, was he?
No... Blinding requires a light source. A mechanical thing, something from Earth... But I'm not on Earth. Am I?
Shading his eyes from the piercing light, he squinted into the distance. But nothing but more white, a seemingly endless floor of nothing, stretched into the horizon. But that wasn't right. He couldn't be standing on nothing.
"Who says its nothing?" asked a female voice from behind him.
Spinning, he turned to confront the speaker. But no one was there. He waved a hand in front of him, noticing the perfect, unwarped arm.
What...? How is it not—
"How is it not what? Half-dead from radiation poisoning? Come now, surely you understand," the female voice answered for him, again speaking from nowhere.
Now he was getting frustrated. He kept looking for someone, but no matter which way he looked, his eyes failed him.
"Finish this for me: How deep is the river if you cannot see the...?"
"Bottom..." he answered slowly, beginning to understand, "The answer is 'bottom'."
Oma Desala smiled. "Indeed. I see you're getting used to death."
His heart pounded suddenly. "Death? But I thought you—"
"I did," Oma replied, laughing lightly, "It's a joke we sometimes play on the newly ascended."
Daniel Jackson frowned. "That's not very kind of you."
"Perhaps not, but we get so little fun... tell me, Daniel, how do you feel?"
Once more, he examined his arm for boils. But it seemed the horrible disfigurement his exposure to the Kellownan radiation had caused was gone. Not even a scar remained... So it had not been surgery of any kind.
"You healed me?" he asked.
The ascended woman—she was a woman, right?—nodded. "Yes. We have powers... far beyond anything you've ever seen. In time, you, too, will learn to harness that power."
"But I can never go back, can I?"
"You can," Oma replied, her face darkening, "But you would lose all the knowledge and abilities you gain here. You would be nothing more than an average human again, unable to change the course of the wars raging below."
Daniel's eyes widened. "But I can do it from here, can't I?"
"No! You can never interfere with the Lowers!" The answer was sharp and fast.
"But you've interfered, Oma. You ascended me."
"I can do what I do only because I pay a terrible price for it..."
"What?" Daniel asked. Oma opened her mouth to reply, but then another being seemed to flash into existence beside them. He was a rather rotund gentlement, dressed in a business suit.
The man grinned, tilting his hat. "Hey!" he said in a thick New York accent, "Don't forget Oma, we have that thing."
Not taking her eyes, which had suddenly grown clouded and cold, off the newly arrived man, she nodded. "Of course... Daniel... I must take my leave. Please, feel free to explore the higher planes. I'll see you soon."
And with that, they both vanished. Leaving Daniel Jackson once more alone in the bright, harsh light...
(More to follow sometime)