Gravity Sings by stargazercmc (Adult)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter
Category: apocafic, angst, Jack/Sam
Warning: character deaths, apocafic, het, adult language
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stargazercmc
Author's Website:gazerfic is her fic journal
Link: Gravity Sings
Why This Must Be Read:
Okay, I confess I'm a sucker for good apocafic. There's something about seeing the characters we love getting by in the face of tragedy and in an unfamiliar context that just gets me. You really get to see what they're about and how much they mean to each other no matter what happens.
This fic is no exception. Here, the author gives us a Jack who is patient and steadfast, soldiering on despite everything, and a Sam who takes too much guilt on herself yet still can't help but solve the problems in front of her. The story is full of lovely almost-everyday moments, showing us how Jack and Sam learn to live with the burdens of the past and work through the struggles of the present and find hope for the future in spite of all of that. I love this one, and I hope you do too. Enjoy!
Sitting at an empty gas station in Joplin, Missouri, Jack weighed his options.
Heading further west would take him to Colorado. The Stargate was there. Maybe. Answers were there. Again, maybe. Would anyone else be there? And if they were, would it matter? With no clear enemy to fight and no realistic means of fighting them, would heading for Cheyenne Mountain be the best course of action?
If the gate was working, Jack could go to the Alpha site and find out what remained of the SGC network, maybe figure out who or what had done this. He wondered about his former team and whether or not they were off-world when things went down. Realistically, he had no way of knowing if they had even survived what Katy had referred to as The Dusting.
The thought that any of his people were in the dust that sometimes choked him as he rode made his stomach churn.
North was the cabin. The cabin had supplies: a stockpile of munitions and survival equipment stored from days long ago when having a definitive exit strategy was a requirement of the job. There was also the unspoken contingency plan with SG-1; in a pinch, fishing was never a bad idea.
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter
Category: apocafic, angst, Jack/Sam
Warning: character deaths, apocafic, het, adult language
Author on LJ:
stargazercmcAuthor's Website:
gazerfic is her fic journalLink: Gravity Sings
Why This Must Be Read:
Okay, I confess I'm a sucker for good apocafic. There's something about seeing the characters we love getting by in the face of tragedy and in an unfamiliar context that just gets me. You really get to see what they're about and how much they mean to each other no matter what happens.
This fic is no exception. Here, the author gives us a Jack who is patient and steadfast, soldiering on despite everything, and a Sam who takes too much guilt on herself yet still can't help but solve the problems in front of her. The story is full of lovely almost-everyday moments, showing us how Jack and Sam learn to live with the burdens of the past and work through the struggles of the present and find hope for the future in spite of all of that. I love this one, and I hope you do too. Enjoy!
Sitting at an empty gas station in Joplin, Missouri, Jack weighed his options.
Heading further west would take him to Colorado. The Stargate was there. Maybe. Answers were there. Again, maybe. Would anyone else be there? And if they were, would it matter? With no clear enemy to fight and no realistic means of fighting them, would heading for Cheyenne Mountain be the best course of action?
If the gate was working, Jack could go to the Alpha site and find out what remained of the SGC network, maybe figure out who or what had done this. He wondered about his former team and whether or not they were off-world when things went down. Realistically, he had no way of knowing if they had even survived what Katy had referred to as The Dusting.
The thought that any of his people were in the dust that sometimes choked him as he rode made his stomach churn.
North was the cabin. The cabin had supplies: a stockpile of munitions and survival equipment stored from days long ago when having a definitive exit strategy was a requirement of the job. There was also the unspoken contingency plan with SG-1; in a pinch, fishing was never a bad idea.
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Date: 2008-07-28 07:21 pm (UTC)