Agent Otter - After This - Jack/Daniel - A smartly constructed short story with a clever premise to deliver a clever theme.
It's a stupid way to do this, Jack thinks, because it doesn't leave a hand free for a gun. But it seems to be doing the trick as far as leverage goes, because Daniel is making really good time dragging Jack toward the trees, even though the ground is slick with mud. There's a sound like something boiling over, and Jack has a crazy urge to tell Daniel to turn off the stove before he burns the damned house down, but they aren't in the house, and Daniel isn't cooking—thank God, because that really would've made this bad situation worse—and the noise is actually bullets driving into the boggy ground around them.
Anna S. - Out of Season - Jack/Daniel - It's Anna. If you've been hanging around fandom for any length of time, you're well aware that that's recommendation enough. "Out of Season" is set after 3x17 "A Hundred Days" and in the interstices of 3x18 "Shades of Grey"— two of SG-1's best Jack-centric episodes.
Except whenever he called the other man, reaching out through the phone lines
from the silence of his empty house, all he could think about was how tired
he was of having to make careful negotiations for Daniel's time and attention,
tired of remaining neutral or jokey or polite, tired of discipline and regs,
of wondering whether an invitation to fish would be considered fishing by Daniel
or fishy by everyone else. And denial, he was so fucking tired of denial, of
having to be discreet even in the privacy of his own thoughts--and yet he had
to, because if he took one step in that direction, he'd start sliding on his
boot heels down a slippery slope of inappropriate intimacy.
Silence and silence and more silence, and all he had to do was end the call,
and the disconnect would be sustained.
Ari - Downhill from Here - Jack/Daniel - A paean to getting old and creaky, delivered in snappy, smart, agile prose.
"When you're as old as I am—"
"Oh, this'll be good."
Auburn - Judas Doesn't Answer - Team, John/Rodney - Go ye not unto Auburn for warm fuzzies, for she is totally evil. Here lies a murder mystery full of red herrings, characterizations inarguable even when they make me squawk with indignation, and some bloody ingenious extrapolations from canon. Thrillingly expert writing, but Ba'al on a cracker, have some favourite comfort fic standing by for after.
"Maybe we're the new Siberia," John offered.
Rodney glared.
"Oh, that's right," John drawled.
"That's where they sent you."
Rodney narrowed his eyes and lobed the
gibe right back. "Says the man who was flying taxi service in Antarctica."
John licked a finger and etched a point
in the air.
"You really have no idea why O'Neill's
here?" Rodney asked. "Because, vacation, my ass. He's head
of Homeworld Security. He negotiates with alien governments. He didn't stop
by for the fishing."
BetaCandy -
Adrenaline
- Team - Author's summary: "After all these years
of SG-1 seeing Janet Fraiser in action, she finally gets to see them in action."
Fabulous outsider POV on the team dynamics. Gen, but with a friendly nod to
J/D fans. :)
“Daniel,” she says softly, “you weren’t, uh… with us just then. You were ascended.”
His face goes completely blank and he comes to a halt. He looks past Sam, not making eye contact, as he asks, “But there was a fishing trip.”
Sam nods. “Yeah, right after the inter-dimensional bug incident, like you said. Just the Colonel all by himself.”
“And I was ascended.” He’s still not looking at her.
“Yeah.”
He sighs. “So that’s why the mosquitoes left me alone.”
Cofax - Whiskey and Dust - Jack/Daniel - This is a compassionate and moving vignette that tucks beautifully into the canon, but what pushed it onto my recs page was the vividness of the setting. Cofax writes Jack's Minnesota cabin as only someone who's spent time in cabins could.
Jack left the headlights on while he went around the corner of the house; Daniel walked a little way out onto the dock and simply stood, listening to the night. There weren't a lot of insect sounds, but something jumped and splashed in the water, out beyond the light. He hadn't been alone, except in his quarters on base, since they'd come back from the mission against Anubis. There was no sound here, other the soft hush of the wind in the trees and Jack's footsteps as he came back from wherever he'd gone.
Destina - Transitions
- Team - Jack in Washington, trying to negotiate the
distance between himself and his former team. A pensive, low-key, but insightful
piece with an especially wonderful friendship between Jack and Teal'c.
He took a little longer to get there, this time around - it was Teal'c, after all; he'd been tortured by smarter snakes than Ba'al - but when he knocked on the door of Teal'c's quarters, he had doughnuts in hand. "Miss me?" he said, proffering the pink box with one hand. Teal'c's smile said it all. As opposed to the old days, when Teal'c had neither smiled nor spoken, this was an improvement; the other side of sea change, and Jack let Teal'c have the chocolate-glazed. It seemed only fair.
Dragojustine - Hell of a Sight - Jack/Daniel - A fresh, amused, brainy PWP with terrifically appealing characterizations.
"After all, that’s a position of pretty intense sexual submission.
The back of your neck is bared, your spine is arched, your ass is presented."
How the hell does a guy just say things
like that? As Jack tried to lift his head, meaning to straighten and turn and
shut him up by force if necessary, Daniel’s hand closed hard on the back of
his neck.
"Don’t move. I’m looking."
Icarus - Tanlines & Dogtags - John & Lorne - Like slash, except with photography instead of sex. Because the photographer (Lorne) is straight, but the photographee (Sheppard) is gay. The result is sun-drenched and sexually-charged, but a little aslant from most adult-rated fanfiction. Very cool.
"It was not Rodney," Novak insisted. "He couldn't take these." She swallowed a hiccup. "I review all the science data transmissions back to earth, and Rodney, he can't hold a camera steady to save his life."
Ivory Gates - A Mirror for Observers - Daniel(le), Team - Danielle Jackson dies, gets better, and shows up at SGC. A massive, refuses-to-be-hurried experiment in always-already genderswap with, this being SG-1, a side complication of quantum mirror universe-hopping. Worth dipping into for its sneaky gender politics, unique and unpredictable relationships and bizarre, trickster-archetype aliens. Points awarded for Baba Yaga, and Roman impersonators not wearing any pants.
"Daniel Jackson isn't ... short." Short. And effeminate.
No. Female. Herr Doktor Daniel Jackson didn't have to fight off debauched
warlords, degenerate alien princes, crazy bounty hunters, and all the rest of
the attentive K-Mart shoppers they'd run into every time they'd gone through
the Gate. Sammy had always attracted the polite advanced type of aliens, like
the Tok'ra and the Tollen, who'd admired her for her mind, but if there'd
been a sex-crazed power-mad barbarian within a hundred thousand light-years...
She wrenches her mind out of the past.
Julad - Thicker than Water - John/Rodney - John and Rodney vacation in Canada with Rodney's sister. Totally indulgent comfort fic. Also, "Absurdity Theory": do not miss.
It was after midnight before they finally went to bed. Jean's last few years had been tough, a suburban equivalent of the heaven and hell they'd been through on Atlantis, so she had the same hard-earned courage Rodney did, and the same twisted sense of humour about it all. In her own way, she was as much a survivor as they were, so it had been easy to tell her about everything-- the Wraith, the Genii, trying to find a ZPM. And it had been a weird kind of relief to hear about the domestic warfare she was engaged in. It was a humanity more real to John than the American Dream he was supposed to be fighting for.
Lierdumoa - When Life Gives You Turtles.... - John/Rodney - Coda for 3x17 "Sunday." John grieves in his own way.
Actually John kind of had to give the Ancients props for that. And here he'd thought they never thought outside the box in warfare, but medical advancements in the field of suicide bombing? That was so hardcore. And, well, terrible. It was terrible. Think of Carson. He'd been a good person. A kind person. Very concientious. He'd done his job and lived his life with poise and grace. Like an old Scottish lady.
M. - System of a Down - Team - M. is superfamous in SGA fandom for her Sheppard-centric novel, Your Cowboy Days are Over, which I haven't read yet, but I guess you should hustle right over to do that. I, meanwhile, am recommending a beautifully observed "Daniel descends" story.
Jack sighs and grabs the nearest immovable object--First Lieutenant Clancy,
SG-3 jarhead. Jack is going to get beamed up any second. Maybe if he holds onto
something, Thor will beam down instead.
All this beaming back and forth is bad for his image. Half the SGC believes
that Jack and the Asgard supreme commander have been doing it sideways in zero
gravity for years. Thor named a big hunk of ship after him, for Christ's sake.
Jack grunts at Clancy's pointed stare. Suck it
up, buddy, he stares back. Either Thor comes down, or it's a threesome.
Marie Blackpool - The Cost of a Used Spaceship - Jack/Daniel - Quiet, eloquent and heartbreaking, but with a minute, perfect flicker of hope at the end. Daniel interviews the robot replica of Jack following "Double Jeopardy."
He pressed play again. He switched off the light and sat in the dark, listening to Jack grieving. Jack did love them, which he had understood before, and Jack loved him particularly, which he hadn't suspected. Loss infused his rough voice with guilt, bewilderment, raw and furious loneliness. As he listened, possibilities germinated that he knew he wouldn't be able to look at in full light for some time.
Minervacat - The Towers on the Heights Reach to Heav'n's Own Blue and Steal the Thunder from the Sky - Cam/John, Team - I have never paid any attention to basketball, but I have a huge kink for stories that surf on top of an author's knowledge and passion for some weird topic or other. This is wild. Hot, because, yes, Lt. Col. Mitchell + Lt. Col. Sheppard = woohoo!, but also just hot in the way that good writing is sexy in and of itself. My favourite bits, the ones I had to go back and reread right away, are the team bits: Vala in everybody's laps, Daniel with reviews in his pockets, O'Neill presiding over his lovelies. Cam being smart and irresistible, and oh, John realizing in his half-baked way that he might like them all for friends.
"Ha," Rodney said. "I had two
groupies, once I showed up the TA in my first aeronautics course. Nobody ever
put me on TV, though."
"Physicists aren't a ratings
draw," John said. He held up his plate and said, "Would you understand
this?"
Rodney squinted at it, and said, "Understand
as in understand what you were trying to convey, or understand as in have any
idea at all why the shotgun offense is ever a good idea? Because, really --
neither."
Monanotlisa and Auburnnothenna - Ardhanarishvara - Team, John/Rodney - Genderswap is kind of an understatement. This thing has serious plot, plus all the shiny trappings of character insights and action and politicking and backstory.
"Colonel?" Kate asks. She really wants to get Sheppard talking if possible. He — she — is in the most precarious position, trying to maintain command authority. Rodney doesn't have the same problem since he wasn't changed and the scientific contingent probably aren't as wrapped up in the concepts of masculinity as the Marines, anyway, while Teyla and Ronon are outside the normal command structure. Sheppard's the one under most external stress.
Nomad - The Pegasus Connection - clone!Jack, Team - The pleasure of this romping, plotty genfic is its prose, which is unpretentious, chatty and full of jokes. I'd be a sucker for it anyway, just because it features mini!Jack from "Fragile Balance." Also read the generous DVD commentary for a truckload of crunchy character insights.
"This is Major Sheppard, Lieutenant Ford, and Doctor
McKay," she was just introducing. The little man - Aethred - bowed his
head slightly, and made a little circle gesture with one hand.
"May the Cycle ever spin," he said
politely.
"May you never have to switch it to economy
wash," John responded gravely, nodding back.
Paian - Speak the Living - Team, J/D - Must-read. Stargate fandom seems to have dubbed Komos "The Author Who Can Make Jack Talk." She writes all kinds of lovely things, but her specialty is intelligent, emotionally bare, cards-on-the-table conversation between Jack and Daniel, often followed by inventively imagined, knuckle-bitingly intense sex. A few of her style quirks jar me a bit, but mostly her writing burns clear and fine; she's frank, funny, moving and perceptive. It would have been easy just to do a blindfolded dart-throw to pick a J/D story to link (try "All In" on for size), or send you to meet my definitive Cam Mitchell in "Five Ways Mitchell Found Out about Jackson and O'Neill", but I'm linking instead to fandom's must-read Teal'c story. It's a stand-out because of its invention and depth -- temporal depth: Teal'c's age and experience shine through every line. But here's a quote from a J/D piece anyway, and I'm not even telling you which one, because I'm occasionally silly that way.
It said You can read this, right? in classic Pitman with enough of Daniel's hand in it that it looked like Arabic calligraphy. Light touches of the pencil, even on the thick strokes, that would be nearly impossible for any surveillance to resolve enough to figure out what it was, much less read it. Written in spitting distance of a toilet that a torn-up sheet of paper could be flushed down before the fastest security guy could swoop in to confiscate it. Jack was impressed with the set-up -- but Daniel had never seen him write in shorthand, had never seen his Academy notebooks, had never met his mother, couldn't have extrapolated from his touch-typing to the rest of the skill set she'd equipped him with as forcibly as his father had carpentry and plumbing.
Pares - First Impressions - Jack/Daniel - Daniel's mostly dead. Must be Tuesday.
Jack buckled his belt, and then dragged his seatbelt from the door with a scraping whir of spooling cloth, guiding the metal tongue into the catch with a wholesome little click. He glanced over at Daniel, rumpled and red-faced. Daniel gave him a slight nod, and Jack turned the engine over and calmly drove them both back to his place.
Princess of Geekland - Maybe It Was Memphis - Jack/Daniel - Cut&Pasting my comment to PoG: "This was just lush. Even if I can't remember specific lines after I read, I'm left with lingering sensory impressions -- light through curtains, the textures of linen and skin, the scent of wood oil. As a slash novella it's just what it ought to be: competent plot to carry an excess of smut. As a mood piece, it's magnificent. I love the way you've chosen and described your backdrops, used them almost as characters, from the bar to Daniel's mother's house to the ship a-swarm with Russian officials. I don't read much of this kind of AU—the "What if Jack and Daniel were vampires or teenyboppers or 1950's jazz fans?" kind, not the "What if Jack got stuck with a snake in his head?" kind. It's not any sort of disdain for the genre, my attention's just harder to snag. You either have to dazzle me with style, or whack me with a really cool answer to the essential So What?—"So, why are they teenage mutant gay vampire blues buffs, now?" Clearly, I like your style, but I also find these AU characterizations of Jack and Daniel intriguing. They are not at all SG-1 canon characterizations; Jack is more open, less jaded and reflexively sarcastic, while retaining his ready masculinity; Daniel is more grounded, but still emotionally sensitive. Jack seems younger, Daniel older. The thing is, they still feel, to me, like Jack and Daniel: the same cores influenced by vastly different environments and experiences. I can't for the life of me tease out how you did it. Your final product might not—probably doesn't—ring true for everybody, but it pleases me. I'm interested in what happens when Daniel winds up with more social capital—home base, scholarly recognition, political influence—than Jack. How it shifts from the canon dynamic of leader!Jack and frequently-wayward-and-obstinate-yet-still-beta!Daniel. Thanks for such a delicious read."
The guy was like someone you‘d see at Rick‘s Cafe
Americain, and he was definitely slumming. He was wearing an open-necked dress
shirt under the jacket, and Jack let himself admire the clean-shaven profile,
the lingering almost-smile. The man’s auburn hair was cut almost as military-short
as any of the guys at Jack's table, and he looked relaxed, yet as if he was
waiting for something. Jack got the feeling that even though he was still examining
the ice cubes in his glass, the guy could tell Jack was looking at him.
Jack took a deep breath, and another drag of his Camel. The music claimed his
attention again. It was the guitar player in the lead this time, and indeed—these were the real blues he‘d come downtown to hear. Jack narrowed
his eyes and got lost again in the music.
Random Fresh Ink - Barren
- Daniel - Post-Absolute Power: a desolate
landscape, a dilemma, and a Daniel who's lost faith in his own moral compass.
Excellent portrayal of the rest of the team, too, especially Jack, anchor and
leader, even when Daniel's doing his best to buffet himself astray.
He thought of the Sahara, once fertile and lush, now spreading
sands. Or the ar-Rub al-Khali, the Empty Quarter, where Ur had once
flourished. And the Kizil Kum, the Hungry Desert of Turkistan, where
cotton was grown, but only due to diverted rivers. If those rivers dried, if
the wet seasons never came—standing on this world, it was all too easy
to imagine.
But what if the knowledge was lost along with
this world?
It should be an easy decision to make...for once.
A clear choice. And still he hesitated. Did he have the right? Could his judgment
even be trusted anymore?
If he closed his eyes, he could still see how
bright Moscow could burn, a halo of flame and destruction. He had that image
from a dream—meaning he had no real knowledge at all. Just the desolate
certainty that he wasn't going to be the one to bring this home with them.
God, how did you choose a new path when the same
old path kept forcing your steps?
He reached for the C4 at the same time his radio
crackled.
Resonant - Knowing - John/Rodney - Res wrote it, so clearly you should read it. This is one of my favourites of her SGA pornlets.
He keeps up a low, steady commentary until the moment when John's boxers hit the floor and they're finally skin to skin, and then he abruptly falls silent.
Rydra Wong - Walked Right Out of the Machinery - Jack - *rolls story around in mouth* *stuffs it into cheek* I can't bewieve ish not shlash! *swallows* Hem. Elizabeth Woledge has an essay, "Intimatopia," in Fan Fiction and Fan Communities in the Age of the Internet, in which she talks about slash as part of a literary tradition focused not so obsessively on porn as many would believe, but on intimacy. Certainly the relationship stories (or parts of stories) (for whatever values of "relationship") I reread self-indulgently are not the smutty ones, but those that dig deep into psychological Sturm und Drang, revelation, and trust. This hell-of-a-novel is entirely gen, but intense in many of the same ways that slash is, and packs as thrilling a pay-off. It stars Jack and somebody else. Jack is deeply pissed off, for good—and irremediable—reason. He's an angry, mulish old bitch, a kind man, a pain in the ass but he can kick yours six from Sunday, a big damn hero. This is a novel about brinksmanship and honour, compromise and endurance. It's about that thing you do when life sucks: you grit your teeth and get up.
He remembers the book now. There'd been a heated and pointless
debate early on about the furnishing of the VIP rooms, arguments about finding
a selections of books and ornaments that made an "appropriate impression"
on visiting alien dignitaries without revealing any tactically-relevant intel
about Earth. And Hammond had veto-ed his suggestion of the complete works of
Danielle Steel.
The coffee-table book on Karnak and the Valley
of the Kings was one of Daniel's contributions. It had taken him a while to
recognize the hidden barb, the careful insult to any visiting Goa'uld: here
are the ruins of your temples, which we abandoned and forgot. Here are the broken
shards of your legends, made into trivia for our scholars to misunderstand and
bicker over.
He didn't know Daniel that well in those days.
Knew he was a stubborn bastard; didn't yet know the quiet, deadly way that Daniel
could hate.
Saffronhouse - Planet
Claire - Team - Existential horror that'll leave
you high on the skilled suspense-building and twisted brilliance of the reveal—and
dry-mouthed from same. One of the commenters summed this one up as, "Those
are the scariest freaking verb tenses ever." Awesome characterizations
of everybody.
I've written a few papers in the last three years advancing the probability that Buddhism on Earth actually arose explicitly in opposition to
the Ancients' quest for personal ascension. I don't suppose you've—"
"No. Somehow I've never had the chance to look any of those up."
Salieri - Elvis Has Left the Building - Jack/Daniel - Here's a story unusually plotted: I spent the first section pensive and pleased by the author's handsome prose and the rest heroically choking back roars of laughter so I wouldn't wake my flatmate. Salieri has dazzling range; her DaVinci's Inquest crossover novella is a wonder to behold, and this incidental snippet starring Hammond is one of those small gifts that make you go, "Oh!" and add them gratefully to your personal canon.
I don't speak moose, Jack.
Shalott - Transcendental - John/Rodney - So apparently there was a flame war over the characterization in this one? I don't know; I was off reading about gay vampire detectives at the time. I don't really give a fart about characterization as long as it's smart and internally consistent, which this is in spades. It has an awesome A-plot: Elizabeth gets sick, Rodney takes charge of Atlantis and does a whole hell of a lot of Rodney-style rewiring. Middle fingers are brandished at bad guys.
"I'm great," John said. "How are you doing?"
"Oh, the usual," Rodney said. "Haven't
eaten, haven't slept, nearly killed seventeen million people. Also, my boyfriend
outed me."
Seperis - Story of a Girl - John/Rodney - Another from the genderswap department: a nuanced imagining of Major Joan Sheppard—taking command of Atlantis' military, bonding with Teyla, falling in love with Rodney.
"I just—" Rodney makes an brief gesture, waving in the
vague direction of the door. "I never—had anything to lose before."
Shaking his head, he paces the length of the room, and this is one of those
times that Joan's aware that two people who flinch visibly when discussing their
feelings probably should either never enter a relationship together or drink
a lot more. "I just—when I was trying to blow up the door—I realized
that I don't—I don't—"
He stops abruptly. "It's terrifying, okay?
I can't—look, fine, run into danger, throw yourself on grenades, take on the
Wraith single-handedly—but I build your guns, I repair your ships, and I want
to *be there* to keep doing those things." Rodney sits down abruptly, deflating.
"Just because we're married doesn't mean I'm suddenly a liability."
Siegeofangels - Friendly Competition - Team - I LOVE THIS.
"Double points for Daedalus personnel."
Speranza - Written by the Victors - Team, John/Rodney - Must-read. Kyria's comment to me: "Stulti, I know it's not your fandom, but I think you'd like this one, if you haven't already picked it up: plots, poetry, and god, the opportunity for footnotes." My comment to Speranza: "This thing hits so many of my kinks! Bitchy historians. Consort!John, in the actual, legitimate, interesting, political sense! Diplomat!Teyla. 'He liked women, and respected them, and would have no problem at all punching one in the face.' The surprisingly brilliant Dex. Poetry. Food preparation. Really big bombs. Friendship."
The incident was swept under the rug, largely due to the
influence of General Jack O'Neill, who had been rescued by Sheppard and was
presumably grateful to him. Sheppard was not brought up on charges, nor was
he even formally reprimanded. But Sheppard's actions were plainly mutinous.
Moreover, they demonstrated that Sheppard thought Atlantis was his,
and that he already had a stronger allegiance to Atlantis than to the U.S. military.
This should have set off warning bells within the SGC, and the fact that it
didn't was possibly the greatest policy failure in the history of the Stargate
program.
—Paul Dugan, A Political History of Atlantis, p. 194
Synecdochic - Freedom's Just Another Word For Nothing Left To Lose - Rodney - Must-read. This was the first story I read in Stargate fandom, and it's still unsurpassed. Rodney, Afterwards: a strong sense of place and personality grounds a tale that's melancholy and subtle, but ultimately deeply satisfying. And it's set at a university, a personal bulletproof kink.
He is so distracted by the frantic two-week scrambling to find textbooks that don't lie and plan assignments and labs that make the most of the university's woefully-inadequate experimental facilities that he gets his final class cards to the registrar's office at four AM the day they're due. For the rest of the semester, he can't for the life of him remember what he calls the class without looking it up. It shows on his students' transcripts as "Practical Crisis Problemsolving", but in his head it will always and forever be "101 Ways The Geek Can Save You From Getting Eaten By An Alien", so much so he slips and calls it that in lecture one Thursday afternoon. His students chalk it up to one too many episodes of bad science-fiction television.
Toft Froggy - Healing Station Argh - Team - Utterly ingenious premise that tucks itself right into the canon with a completely innocent batting of eyelashes. NC-17. Pegging.
It all started when they discovered Healing Station Argh. Or, okay, it actually started when Chuck found Pegasus cable.
Toomuchplor - Straight as a Circle - John/Rodney - Oh my gosh golly, aliens make John ... straight. Here's a clever, thoughtful retort to a zillion gender/orientation-swap fics that hand-wave away biological hard-wiring.
But somewhere in the last few years -- since Iraq? or since Atlantis? -- John’s omnipresent sense of injustice, his anger at whatever god had decreed that he was to forever be the round peg jammed into the square hole -- his discontent had faded, almost to the point of disappearing entirely. Not that John was about to lead the Atlantean gay pride parade -- not that he was even prepared to say the words aloud, to own them in such a blatant way -- but ever since the chanting ritual and John’s abrupt introduction into the world of biological heterosexuality, a small niggling voice at the back of his mind had been saying, quite clearly, But this is just what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?
Trinityofone
- DADT, Damyata, Dayadhvam
- John/Rodney - What if DADT were a chip in your head?
This is one of the most famous stories in Stargate fandom, even though it clocks
in at under 9000 words.
So Rodney signed the paper, and Rodney submitted to the procedure—which
was, as they had assured him, painless. And when he saw the full extent of the
facilities at Area 51, he was glad that he hadn’t let such a trivial thing
keep him from this. Sure, the policy was idiotic and backward, but it wasn’t
like it had anything to do with him.
He was young.
Tripoli8 - A Waltz Through Empty Beds - Jack/Daniel - This is the kind of AU I love, the kind that kicks your ass—where the setting itself has something to tell you about the canon characters. This is Cold War spies, moody and terse and noir. And it's also Daniel's Ascension. The last line is a dazzler.
Daniel finally looks up, and the corner of his mouth tilts
up a little. “Gather ye pancakes while ye may, for time something something.”
“What are you reading?”
Daniel folds the cover to let him see: National
Geographic, the new one. “There’s a solar eclipse over Quebec
next week.”
He recognizes the cover; Sam was reading the same
article at lunch the other day. For that matter, it’s probably her copy.
Jack imagines, without wanting to, how Daniel might have picked it up off her
desk to look it over, how Sam knows it will make its way to Jack before she
sees it again, and has already forgiven them the doodles it’ll come back
with.
X-parrot - The Company He Keeps - Cam, Team - Col. Mitchell gives a delicious outsider's perspective on Sheppard and his team in a coda to "The Pegasus Project." Also look up her "Miller's Crossing" tag, which is shorter, colder, and packs a hell of a punchline.
"I am pleased to meet you, Colonel," Teyla says, taking his hand, and if her grip isn't as painful as Ronon's it's still firm enough that Cam would put money on her against Vala. And Sheppard's got that my-alien-can-beat-up-your-alien smirk again. But either of Cam's doctors could so beat up Sheppard's; Sam's a soldier herself and after a decade in the field Jackson might as well be, so hah.
Updated August 1, 2009
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