Surface Tension by Salieri (PG-13)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Samantha Carter
Pairing: None
Categories: Samantha Carter, gen
Warnings: Mild gore
Author on LJ:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
troyswann
Author's Website: Outside the Box
Link: Surface Tension
Why This Must Be Read: This is beautifully written piece. At first you are a little confused at the setting, but it soon unravels with time. Sam's voice in this carries this hauntingly dark and mysterious tone throughout the piece. Simply lovely the way she describes each and every detail. Keep reading because it really all comes together and the ending is quite brillant.
Pairing: None
Categories: Samantha Carter, gen
Warnings: Mild gore
Author on LJ:
troyswann Author's Website: Outside the Box
Link: Surface Tension
Why This Must Be Read: This is beautifully written piece. At first you are a little confused at the setting, but it soon unravels with time. Sam's voice in this carries this hauntingly dark and mysterious tone throughout the piece. Simply lovely the way she describes each and every detail. Keep reading because it really all comes together and the ending is quite brillant.
Excerpt:
As he turned to get into the front seat, he saw her at the window and waved briefly before folding the trench coat across his chest and himself into the car.
Sam raised her hand, too late, and instead let it rest on the window pane, fingers spread, and watched him reverse out of his driveway and head off down their street, tail lights red streaks on wet pavement. Her breath fogged the window. She didn't bother to wipe it away.
It was Wednesday. So, he would be gone for about nine hours and would return with some kind of take-out in a brown paper bag. The light would come on in the room over the garage and he would eat at his desk, a shadow behind the blinds. Sam would look out the window and after awhile she would go into the kitchen at the back of this house across the street and she wouldn't cry. Then, awhile later, it would be Thursday. Again. One times one is one, she thought. One times two is two.
As he turned to get into the front seat, he saw her at the window and waved briefly before folding the trench coat across his chest and himself into the car.
Sam raised her hand, too late, and instead let it rest on the window pane, fingers spread, and watched him reverse out of his driveway and head off down their street, tail lights red streaks on wet pavement. Her breath fogged the window. She didn't bother to wipe it away.
It was Wednesday. So, he would be gone for about nine hours and would return with some kind of take-out in a brown paper bag. The light would come on in the room over the garage and he would eat at his desk, a shadow behind the blinds. Sam would look out the window and after awhile she would go into the kitchen at the back of this house across the street and she wouldn't cry. Then, awhile later, it would be Thursday. Again. One times one is one, she thought. One times two is two.
