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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack O'Neill
Pairings: None
Categories: Jack O'Neill, Daniel/Jack friendship, adventure, friendship, future, gen, humor, team
Warnings: None
Author on LJ: Not that I'm aware
Author's Website: Tallulah Abridged
Link: So Long, Farewell, See You Around
Author's summary: Seven realities; seven variations on a theme.
Why This Must Be Read:
Written with Tallulah Rasa's characteristic blend of insight, humor, inventiveness, and teamy goodness, this is seven ways Jack may or may not have said goodbye to the SGC, and every one of them is exactly how it had to be, or must have been, or will be, or should have been. It may be trite to say that they'll bring a smile to your lips and a tear to your eye, but they really will -- and Jack's voice and Jack's perspective are perfectly rendered and utterly delightful.
Excerpt:
He didn't last long at the Pentagon. Minnesota beckoned; he was ready to retire. He wanted time to relax. Time to fish. Time to be.
Being, it turned out, was harder than it looked.
He was used to being busy. And to having people around to explain the things he couldn't – or didn't want to – understand. Bad habits both, he decided, like his post-midnight snacks, or the daily bowl of ice cream that always had him running to the john a few hours later. But wasn't that what new starts were for? You got rid of old habits, old routines, old ways of thinking. You let go of the past. You moved on.
Wandering around the house late one night, it occurred to him that maybe it wasn't a good idea to break so many old habits at once. Habits, after all, became habits for a reason. Daniel would probably say they had some historical significance. Teal'c would know about their military importance. Carter – hell, she could probably come up with some chemical explanation for them, or some reason why they were an integral part of the physical world. Important to its very survival, maybe.
He fixed himself a bowl of mocha-fudge chip. Then he fired up his laptop, made some arrangements, and sent a few messages over distances he tried not to think about.
Pairings: None
Categories: Jack O'Neill, Daniel/Jack friendship, adventure, friendship, future, gen, humor, team
Warnings: None
Author on LJ: Not that I'm aware
Author's Website: Tallulah Abridged
Link: So Long, Farewell, See You Around
Author's summary: Seven realities; seven variations on a theme.
Why This Must Be Read:
Written with Tallulah Rasa's characteristic blend of insight, humor, inventiveness, and teamy goodness, this is seven ways Jack may or may not have said goodbye to the SGC, and every one of them is exactly how it had to be, or must have been, or will be, or should have been. It may be trite to say that they'll bring a smile to your lips and a tear to your eye, but they really will -- and Jack's voice and Jack's perspective are perfectly rendered and utterly delightful.
Excerpt:
He didn't last long at the Pentagon. Minnesota beckoned; he was ready to retire. He wanted time to relax. Time to fish. Time to be.
Being, it turned out, was harder than it looked.
He was used to being busy. And to having people around to explain the things he couldn't – or didn't want to – understand. Bad habits both, he decided, like his post-midnight snacks, or the daily bowl of ice cream that always had him running to the john a few hours later. But wasn't that what new starts were for? You got rid of old habits, old routines, old ways of thinking. You let go of the past. You moved on.
Wandering around the house late one night, it occurred to him that maybe it wasn't a good idea to break so many old habits at once. Habits, after all, became habits for a reason. Daniel would probably say they had some historical significance. Teal'c would know about their military importance. Carter – hell, she could probably come up with some chemical explanation for them, or some reason why they were an integral part of the physical world. Important to its very survival, maybe.
He fixed himself a bowl of mocha-fudge chip. Then he fired up his laptop, made some arrangements, and sent a few messages over distances he tried not to think about.
