ASCENDANT BY PHOENIXE
||Jack and Daniel involved in a loving and committed
relationship, which usually involves sex.
||Pre-slash, Angst, AU? Friendship. J/D
||Season 6 Major spoilers for Abyss.
||Daniel has come back for Jack and he's not taking
NO! for an answer.
||language. Mention of canon character death.
||67 Kb Originally completed Oct/Nov 04. Posted to the
net 27 Nov 05.
Notes: This story originally debuted
in the 'Make it Write' Zine. I firmly believe if Jack and Daniel had been
able to express their true characters within the 'Abyss' scenario, were
their actions and reactions to each other not forced to conform to the
character-distorting requirements of episodic television, then there was
only one possible ending for 'Abyss.' And it wasn't the one filmed...
isn't always a way out, Jack."
Daniel saying this.
is, the flow-thro but not see-through guy
in white standing beside me currently
spouting all this Oma-style Zen crap, he looks
Sure doesn't sound like him,
There isn't always a way out? This,
from the original 'thinks outside the box,
where there's a will, there's Daniel',
What the fuck kind of crap is
Since when does Daniel, my Daniel,
ever give up?
Is this what being squidified does
If so, it sucks.
the hell are you and what did you do with
my buddy Daniel?
And while you're at it, could you
go and get him please?
I really need busting out of this
You, whoever the hell you are,
might not feel like doing squat for me but
he sure would.
Daniel – he wouldn't let me down.
I mutter as I turn away from him.
"If that was true I'd have
been dead a long time ago."
not buying this crap.
There's a way out.
Blast a hole in the damned wall. Too damned easy. Your new buddies
have flattened whole planets. One crumby little
wall wouldn't take much sweat off your
is too weird.
I can't help feeling like I've left
more than a few of my marbles back there
in the sarc.
Yeah, 'Daniel' and I seem to be
having this lovely conversation and all,
but I'm still not entirely sure he's for
Well, as real as anyone is you can
toss a shoe through.
Yeah, sure, he keeps telling me
he's the real deal, but I'm not ruling
out the possibility 'Daniel' is some
kind of vision, a delusional by-product
of the whole sarcophagus experience. Sure, he looks
kosher, and if seeing is believing,
well, I'd be feeling just fine, but
it's what I'm hearing that's giving
me pause. All this 'I can but I can't'
bullshit 'Daniel’ has been spouting
ever since he supposedly got here? Since when has Daniel
Jackson ever played by the rules?
‘Daniel’ is merely a simple
manifestation of my own peculiar brand of
mind-fuck, if I'm only seeing him because
I want to see him, well then why
wouldn't I have conjured up a Daniel who'd
do what he was told?
wait – I think I just found the flaw in
my fantasy. Daniel has only ever done what
I want him to in my dreams.
And I can’t be doing that right
now, because if I'm dreaming he'd be
doing something a lot more interesting
and he'd be a damned sight more cooperative,
so, as he isn't either, ergo I’m not
me, this really must be Daniel.
Daniel, or whoever the fuck this is
staring a hole through my back, isn't
making any sense and this whole scenario
has me so damned confused I don't know
which end is up.
ha. No pun intended.
been having a really bad day. I wake up in
this hell hole – haven't got a clue
how I got here, and there's this psycho
Goould – yeah, I know, they're all
pretty much out there to begin with
but this guy is in a class all by himself
– asking me a bunch of questions I
can't answer and getting his kicks
out of torturing me to death and then
sticking me in the sarcophagus spin
cycle and starting the whole, horrifying
process all over again.
goes the colonel.
Gives a whole new meaning to the
phrase 'Jack in the Box'.
take me out of one box, put me into
another one and then whoops – there's my
dead friend Daniel!
Well, he says he's really here,
even though he's not…all there, in the
He says he's energy.
I'm very happy for him. Whatever
the hell he is.
What do you know about that.
Well, be he squid or sarc-stuff, he's
Glowing agrees with him. The
wardrobe ain't half bad either. So, apparently ditching
me and getting squidified was the best
career move he's ever made. Leave the SGC, see
the universe. Hi
ho, Silver, away!
whoop de do for him.
now he's back.
Stopping by to visit an old friend.
So he says.
Nice to know I figured in there
somewhere in his transcendental,
trans-galactic itinerary. You gotta wonder,
though, if everything out there is
so damn peachy, why he'd even bother. With all the cosmically
huge stuff he's
probably got on his plate now, why
would he even care what this stupid
son of a bitch was up to?
whirl, a smart-assed comment poised on the
tip of my tongue, but the contrary bastard
is ready for me. Daniel's eyes flare with
contentious fire, the sight of those
sparks making me ache with memory and
God, how many times have I seen
that stubborn, relentless face? In mine. He's loaded for
bear and he's not taking 'fuck off'
for an answer.
things never change.
more like it.
There's the Daniel I know and love.
My favourite terrier, not going
to let go of his latest bone. Or give up until
he succeeds in shoving it down my throat.
I missed this, Dannyboy. Missed
many more times do you think you can go
into that sarcophagus before it starts
changing you?" he demands, shaking
off my scowling scepticism like water off
a dog's back. "How
many times has it been already?"
don't remind me.
Don't know don't care.
All I do know – there's no way in
hell I want to go through that
can regenerate your body, make you strong
enough to go through that all over again
but all the time it's destroying who you are. And once that happens,
you won't be able to ascend no matter
how much you want
says I even want to?
This whole ascension thing is your
idea, bucko, not mine.
Not the best one you've ever
Cut the New Age crap already,
Daniel, and make with the lightning bolts. Zap me out of here! Or if that's too
frigging much to ask, knock out the
door and then turn your back. Leave the rest to
me. I'll be
Come on, Daniel, stop kidding
having one of our 'differences of opinion'
at the moment, but it's not like that's
never happened before.
Daniel – he's got some sort of
a bee in his bonnet or something, maybe
he's still pissed at me because of…well,
we weren't exactly getting on like
a house on fire before he…left me. I've already lost
enough sleep since wondering if I'd
given him….something…anything - he'd
there’s no point opening that old
Back to the problem at hand and why
he’s playing so hard to get right now.
Has to be because he’s still
a tad put out with me. Yeah, that’s it. That
works. Daniel is pretending to hold out
with the helping hand stuff because he's
still pissed about…stuff, and he's
just making me sweat for a while to
get back at me. He'll
come around and come through like he
always does when he's satisfied I've
done enough perspiring.
what all this is; it's a joke, right?
You're not serious! You're gonna let
good old Jack twist for a bit, giving
me the gears with the holier-than-thou
crap pretending you're not really,
actually – you're not gonna….
then you will.
is staring at me with huge, sad eyes
dripping with sorrowful sincerity and
God, I'm not so sure I know anything
any more. Everything
I thought was absolute, certain, everything
I thought I knew about Daniel, about me,
he's not kidding, he means it!
right now he's scaring me more than
anticipating my next impending session as
a fly on Bocce-boy's web. Maybe
I didn't always act like it, or tell him nearly
often enough, but of all the people I've
ever known, Daniel was the one I believed
in the most.
believed in you, Daniel.
Trusted you with my soul! Swear to God! But…if
I can't do that now – what have I got
Daniel, you're killing me, here.
Cut the crap and GET ME THE HELL
OUT OF HERE!
I appreciate what you're trying to
do," I manage to mumble. Which is a
pretty damned impressive accomplishment,
trust me, because at the moment, on the
inside, I'm screaming.
Guts turning to ice, about to crap
my drawers scared. I can't remember being
more fucking terrified in my life, and
I've had plenty of shit scared out of me
in my time. God, oh God this is not happening
– not! This
is Daniel, it has to be, 'cause if
he's not really here, or here to get
me out of here, I'm so dead.
Again and again and again.
I can't deal with that, I can't, I
Keep telling yourself that, Jack
and it'll be true. It will.
So, it didn't work when you were
five and Scooter was still dead after Mr.
Borden accidentally hit him with his car
and it didn't work with Charlie and it
sure as shit didn't work while
you were watching Daniel slowly drown
to death in his own bodily fluids but
you need it to work now so it
will. It will. It will.
Here is Daniel.
He's on my side.
Always has been, always will be.
It'll be fine.
Even if he means all this
'can't break the rules' crap, he doesn't
really mean it.
Maybe Oma's put some kind of mind
whammy on him.
Yeah, that's it, that's what's
She's got him all turned around
with the Buddhist bullshit. He's confused,
but this is not a problem. I can deal with
talk to him and he'll come around,
he'll bust me out of here, I just have
to come at him the right way, slap
some goddamned sense into him!
I can do this.
Stay calm, Jack, talk to the man.
Sure, he may be spouting Momma
Desalad's party line for the moment,
but knuckling under to anyone is
not his style. His
mouth may be saying 'no, no, no', but
he's not fooling me, he's dying
to kick ass.
Hell, ever since the first day I
laid eyes on him he's bucked everyone from
spooks to System Lords.
He's not gonna roll over for a
bunch of DayGlo squids.
might be able to glow with the gang, but
underneath all the glitz he's still Daniel. God help me, he
has to be.
won't leave me here.
He won't let this happen to me
He'll help me, of course he will.
This is Daniel we're talking
He's never given up on me, never
let me down, never walked out on me…
wouldn't be here if I didn't think you
could do it," Daniel says with a
small smile that breaks my heart.
had dreams about this – well, not this
– but him, coming back to me,
walking into my living room with a cheery
'Hi Jack', like he never left. Lots of dreams like
that. I'm not
kidding myself, I know why he
left me, I can't say I blame him, I
all but drove him to it.
I can understand the
I'm having a problem with, now, though…
you of all people have to know
there's no way in hell I'm gonna make the
Squid Squad no matter what you're
spouting, so if you haven't come back to
bust me out, why have you come
is me we're talking about!"
I snarl at him.
The stupid son of a bitch who shut
you out, turned his back on you, beat
you off until you beat it right into
Other than my late, no longer
lamented ex, if I've ever given anyone in
this entire universe more than enough
cause to hate me, it's you.
Is that what this is really all
Payback for all the suffering I've
caused you? Or have you just come back to
very enlightened, but all too human.
That I can understand too.
it is," he earnestly presses.
"Now please, just try to open
it, will ya?" I snarl at him. I'd have better
luck opening up this cell or Baal's
stony heart with my teeth than
'opening my mind'.
Fuck, I haven't got a spiritual
bone in my body.
Plenty of other nasty bits, but
anything resembling anything that's
even half as good as you?
on, Daniel, this is me we're
Black Jack Shellac. Scourge of the
Nobody knows me better than you!
on, Jack!" he cries.
"You - you think the Asgard
named a ship after you because they
thought it was a cool name?
Now's not the time to play dumb,
you're a lot smarter than that! They saw our potential
in you! Because
of who you are and what you've done. Humanity's potential. That's the same
thing Oma saw in me."
the stupidest thing he's ever said. Who I am is exactly
why Oma and her gang wouldn't touch
me with a ten-foot tentacle. They definitely wouldn't want me as a member of their
galaxy-high club. Hell, think what having
me around would do to the property
goes the neighbourhood.
am not you!"
I'm yelling now, but he keeps banging on
about this ascension bullshit and it's
starting to piss me off. So
is he. If that's
all he's here for, to give me a jumpstart,
then he might as well glow back to
where he came from.
It's impossible, not gonna happen
and what I need from him – he's not
gonna give me.
I'm running out of time, they're
gonna be back for me soon.
I am so hooped!
when has that ever stopped you from doing
he says with a sad, fond smile.
could ask you the same question, Daniel.
Oh, what the hell, why not?
put yourself in my shoes and me in yours,
" I start to lay it out for him. I've got to
get through to him, somehow. I can't let them
take me back there, I just can't!
be here for me," he instantly
nuke the whole fucking solar system
if that's what it took to get you out
Wouldn't think twice.
Wouldn't let a passle of glowing
motherfuckers stop me either!
others would have stopped you," he
Them and whose army? They’d be welcome
have a hell of a fight on their
I snap back.
starts to say something else but I'm done
listening to this shit.
would be dead!'
think I'd stop there!"
a better man than that!"
WHERE YOU'RE WRONG!" I roar.
be as good as you.
Never be good enough for you. End of this stupid
didn't say that out loud, but from the
look on Daniel's face, I might as well
have. His eyes go wide with anguish, his
lips twisting with frustrated pain. He looks so desolate
well, the truth sucks, Daniel, but there
It's about time you got it I'm
nothing but a shit.
No good through and through. That
much, has not changed.
really believe that," he sighs with
defeat and hangs his head.
"You really do. As
long as you do, you can't – you won't
Dammit, Jack!" he rallies,
snapping his head up, glaring furiously at
can do this!"
gonna happen," I say wearily.
His dismay has broken my anger. I don't want to
argue any more. I
can't help him; he obviously won't
help me. That's all she wrote.
There doesn't seem to be a lot left
to say except, thanks for dropping by. "But it's nice of
you to say so."
tears glisten in his earnest eyes.
"What you believe about
yourself…oh Jack, you're wrong. You're so wrong!
If you could see yourself…if only there
was a way I could make you understand…"
takes a step back, sighing deeply, his
eyes swimming with regret.
He's giving up.
Oh God, this is it, he can't have
what he came for, so he's gonna go. Daniel – Daniel
I'm sorry I couldn't glow for ya, but
there's gotta be another way, something
he cries, cracking a huge smile. The light of revelation
literally makes him shine with happiness. "Jack, I've been
an idiot! There
is a way, there is
something I can do, now, to help you get
it, now that I'm…" he waggles a
hand at himself.
I can show you…you!"
breaks off from babbling and shrugs.
"Sorry, I forgot I knew how. I'm new at this."
don't have time for much more than that
before Daniel flashes me a shy smile and
starts walking toward me.
won't hurt a bit," he whispers as he
walks right through me.
not through me, into me.
he's inside me. Daniel,
in my skin with me, his everything wrapping around
me, like a big warm hug.
This is hands-down the weirdest
thing that's ever happened to me
but it doesn't feel the slightest bit
I'm calm, I'm clear, like it's the
most natural thing in the world for my
best friend's essence to be mingling with
mine so he can show me what I really
That's what he meant, that's what
Well, why not?
I can think of worse ways of
killing a minute or two.
mind fills with soft chuckles silvering
through my synapses.
Nice to know I can still crack you
my name, four little letters that have
always stood for 'me'; said 'em, heard 'em
thousands of times, from his lips always
the sweetest, but this is the first
time I've felt what that simple
syllable means to the one who
makes me complete every time he speaks
me into being.
He's invoked me more than any other
but every time he's called to me I
never knew what he was really saying. What 'Jack' means
to him, what I…mean.
enough to take your breath away, it's
humbling, it's fricking mind-blowing. I never knew I meant
this much to anyone.
Which in itself should be
scaring the crap out of me but it's not.
I don't understand why, but I'm not
speaks me again, filling me with the
The first real peace I've known
since he left me.
It doesn't scare me to realise that
I'm calm now, serene, even, all my
fears and doubts dropping away like
dandruff as he calls to me, hoping I will
I don't have to do this, I don't
have to listen, don't even have to let him
stay, but his quiet conviction I'll be
brave enough to face myself is more than
enough for me to agree to give it a go. If for no other
reason I can't bear to disappoint him.
Daniel, hit me.
no warning, announcement, fanfare, not
even a frigging brass band.
One second I'm standing inside
myself waiting for…whatever, and the
the man Daniel loves
that would be me.
That's the first big surprise, not
that Daniel loves me, I knew he had a soft
spot for me, well, he'd have to,
wouldn't he, to have put up with my crap
for as long as he has, but you see,
he doesn't just love me, he loves
That's huge enough, but what's even
more difficult to get my head around
– he knows so much about me,
really knows me and yet…
still loves me.
never understood why Daniel was my friend.
I mean, look at the pair of
us, it's pretty unlikely two guys as
different as us would be able to hold
off killing each other long enough
to even be able to be in the same room,
never mind…all the rest of it. I just didn't get
how someone like Daniel could get past
what I am, what I've done, what I stand
for, and want to be my friend. I initially wondered
if it was some sort of bizarre hero
worship but I got over that one pretty
I thought maybe all these years he's
been doing the 'turning a blind eye'
thing when it came to facing the music
about exactly what kind of a loveless
bastard I really am.
knew for sure what it was he saw me, but I
I'm not wondering any longer.
Daniel knows exactly what I am;
he's always known.
And he's loved me anyway. The
plain, unvarnished Jack O'Neill, he's
had my number, all right. All this
time. Who better? He was with me at
the absolute nadir of my existence,
the lowest point I've ever sunk to. You don't get much
lower than planning to murder thousands
of innocent people in cold blood. Even if you intended
to go up with them.
that about me and more; he's had a
front row seat to every wart, wrinkle
and dark, unspeakable spot I've scored
on my soul ever since.
He's seen it all, knows exactly
what is coming as it all splays out before
me, he’s right by my side, right with me
as we consider the tattered escutcheon of
my shabby, blighted life.
We look, unflinching, seeking
my measure and I'm braced for the
bottom-line, but my worst expectations
get put on hold with the unexpected
understanding these sordid certainties
aren't the sum of me. Nor are they what
I've come here to learn. While they might
be 'true', they're still not my
I've done bad things.
Done good things too.
My deeds, both black and white,
stacked up on opposite sides for the
assaying, if they are to be the sole
criteria for the weighing of my life
– if what I've done is what
I am to be ultimately judged by, the
scales aren't rendering the final verdict. I'm puzzled by this,
but then I realise it's because the
buck doesn't stop here, and neither
should we. There's more, I have to
go deeper, see further, understand
beyond action, beneath the debits and
the credits of my life, there's what
it all means, and that's where
I'll see what I'm ultimately all about.
whispers encouragingly through my thoughts
as he gently sends me forward to meet the
there it is and so are we. Me. My
No matter what I've done, no matter
how it turned out, this is what I
did it for.
This is what I've tried to
achieve with every breath I've taken. This is why
I keep on breathing, and trying, and
doing anything at all.
is why I didn't
pull the trigger that day, or any other
day I danced the lambada of loathing with
the succubus of self-immolation.
why I've loved Daniel too, practically
from the first moment I saw him, because
he so much is what I've always wanted to
be, without ever realising I've been it
and had it, and him, inside me, all
think I see it now.
once told me the universe is vast and
we're very small.
There's only one thing we can ever
Whether we are good, or evil.
You understand now, you see it,
Oma saw in you – why she offered to help
the same, Jack.
We're the same.
I chose to be good, and so have
that's the reason why you could
can do this, Jack, you can come with
me, you have to believe, you have to
what, Daniel? Enlightenment isn't
Even though I have 'seen', I can
still decline the offered cup.
Wouldn't be the first really stupid
thing I've ever done in my life. Definitely would
be the last, though.
never believed in myself the way he does,
and even now, his strong, unsullied faith
in me shines like this huge fucking beacon
in the middle of my mind. Almost as bright
a light as he is, and that’s when I
realise this whole revelatory process
is a two way street.
He's in me, around me, through me,
in order to show me – me – he's wide
boo, I see you!
have to think about wanting it and
suddenly I'm in him, his thoughts, his
memories, and the images, the feelings flooding
through me, holy crap, I can't believe
it, but the son of a bitch has actually
danced in the heart
of a sun. And
I didn't even know he could mambo! My God, what he's
seen, what he's done!
And what's still out there for him
to get down and dirty with!
Only the whole freaking universe! In the short span
of time he's been a squid he's racked
up some pretty impressive frequent
flyer miles but even with all that
trans-galactic truckin' he's barely
dipped his toe in the universal wonder
pool. He's so
looking at him is almost more than I can
handle. I'm gonna sizzle my synapses trying
to contain all he is.
this what it's like to be able to rub
elbows with God?
while I'm pretty impressed with what my
good buddy has become, the one thing I'm
not getting – you'd think for him being
souped-up into his heart's desire and
given the ways and the means to be a
pretty damned near ultimate force for
goodness I'd be reading a lot more
happiness in these recollections. But there's something…kinda
sad… underneath all the awe and
It wasn't enough? My God, Daniel you
could have the entire universe in the
palm of your hand and it wasn't enough? What else could
someone like you, with all you can
now see, be, and know, what else could
do you understand?
you really came back?
Oh yeah, I get it now, and a whole
lot more. You came back
I've become – everything I can do, Jack,
it doesn't MEAN anything.
you're not leaving…
you. I'm never leaving you again. Jack.
We go together.
don't go at all.
he means it!
He wasn't just being an asshole,
before, he really can't bust me
out! I get that now, I can see it, there
are so many of them and only one of him,
if he tries to break the rules they'll
stomp him but good, pull him outta
here, forever, and that's all she wrote
for me. For us. But he's not gonna
let that happen. He's
come back for me, for good.
He's never going to leave me again,
we're never going to be apart again and if
I say no go to glow – he can't save me
any other way.
So, to keep his word he'll give it
all up, he'll step down from heaven for
me, and stay with me here in hell.
you can't do this!
But that's up to you, Jack.
I sure don't want to die, but I
don't want to live without you either.
In heaven, or hell.
If you won't come with me, then I'm staying here with
you. Your choice.
there's an 'E' word for what you're
pulling, here, and it's not 'Enlightenment.'
not allowed to interfere, remember? Your glowy buddies
will stop you.
they won't. I'm not interfering, I'm
simply exercising my right to decide the
course of my own destiny.
Like you said, Enlightenment isn't
If I choose to give it up, that's
no one's business but mine.
would do it too.
You'd kick yourself out of glowydom,
strand yourself in this snake-pit with me,
and take an equal share of everything Baal
was planning to do to me. You'd trade in the
entire universe for a stellar opportunity
to die like a dog at the side of the
stupidest, most selfish son of a bitch
in all creation. 'Cause
that's what I would be, if I let something
as trivial as my dumb-ass self-doubt
destroy you too.
gonna happen, Danny.
Not if I have anything to say about
you know what, for once, I do. The
universe isn't going to lose your light,
although it may yet regret having to take me
as part of the bargain. I still don't see
how, but if you say I can, that's good
enough for me.
of you, I love me too.
me, and let go.
joy swells inside me expanding me with
ecstasy, filling every atom of my being
and still growing, pushing us outward,
beyond…everything I am and understand. For a second I'm
he is, is so…so…it's bigger than anything
I've ever imagined and there's still
no seeming limit to what he can become
but I'm so small, finite, how can I
possibly contain this – him - his exaltation,
as magnificent as it is, it has to
eventually destroy me, tear me utterly
And it won't.
Daniel would never hurt me.
Every part of him that's touching
me and pushing me out past the boundaries
of anything I believe to be possible
And where he's taking us, there's
no hurting, hate or fear.
together, still growing way past the point
where even Carter could comprehend what
we're becoming, but I don't worry about
the how or why.
I trust Daniel.
Nothing else matters and I don't
even miss it as I shrug past the dross
of what I used to be, sloughing off
my body, my entire former existence
like an unneeded skin, it’s easier
than taking a deep, cleansing breath,
casting off everything that no longer
matters so I can go with him, follow
him, be with him, come to him naked,
fresh and clean.
as the driven…stars…
am he and he are we and we are all
This is sooooo cooool…
that didn't hurt, now did it?
It's done? Look Ma, no hands! Get
outta town, I'm glowing!
So how do I look?
Is my butt too big?
you don't have a butt anymore.
right. No butt.
So I guess ass-kicking is going to
be a strictly metaphorical exercise from
me, you won't miss it. There
that sounds dirty.
I like it!
So, how do we do this?
What do we do now?
Where do we go?
do you want to go?
dunno, where do you wanna go?
could kick some Goold butt.
I owe that bastard more than a
What's the point of being – this
– of having all these nifty bells and
whistles if you don't USE 'em?
to our world, Jack. We can
look all we want, but we can't intervene.
Those are the rules.
schmules, well, we'll see about that. You know me and
you too, for that matter.
What the hey, the worst they can do
to us is kick us out, right?
And even if they do, as long as
have to catch us first.
So let me see if I understand the
Basically, we've got all of
creation to mess around in? As long as we
don't mess anything up.
Is it okay if we make a quick stop
at the SGC? Do a flyby, wave
bye-bye to the old stomping grounds?
want to let them know you're okay.
we don't, they're never gonna know what
happened to me. They should at least know
they can stop looking, for starters. It wouldn't be right
to glow off and leave them worrying
for no reason. That
wouldn't be breaking the rules, would
it? If we paid
Carter and Teal'c a little visit, to
set their minds at ease? Besides, before
we – glow, I really should resign. I know it sounds kinda silly, now, all things considered,
I just should. It's the right thing
I think that's doable.
As long as we're there, why
don't we ask the big guy to tape the
Simpson, then we could drop in, occasionally,
hang out, catch up, have a beer, yeah,
I know, Teal'c doesn't drink beer but
I'm sure he'd keep some around for
a couple of friends – oh, wait a minute,
here's a thought, can we drink beer
have you ever wondered what colour
underwear Carter wears?
God, what have I done?
This is gonna be GREAT! Look
out universe, here we come! Come on, Danny,
I'll race ya! Last one to the end of
time is a rotten egg!
Feedback not obligatory,
but appreciated; if you want to drop me
a line please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org