W is for Wound by ayamgila (PG-13)
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Rec Category: Janet Fraiser
Pairing: none
Categories: Janet Fraiser, team
Warnings: Canon Character Death
Author on LJ:
ayamgila
Author's Website: Fanfiction Master List
Link: W is for Wound
Why This Must Be Read: Ayamgila blended together two themes, types of wounds and Janet, into a beautiful look into the relationship Janet has with SG-1. What really sets this story apart is the writing style and the unique format--add in her words and you have a very memorable fic.
Excerpt:
Wound: Trauma to any of the tissues of the body especially that caused by physical means and with the interruption of continuity.
i) Open wound: In which the tissues are exposed to air.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Colonel O’Neill winced.
Repeatedly.
Janet rolled her eyes. It didn’t matter how many times she sutured O’Neill. He carried on every single time.
The man had just spent a day in the field with a six centimetre open wound from a Jaffa’s blade across his right forearm. Carrying weapons. Carrying other soldiers.
And for some reason it was always the sight of the needle that made him complain.
Baby.
Pairing: none
Categories: Janet Fraiser, team
Warnings: Canon Character Death
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author's Website: Fanfiction Master List
Link: W is for Wound
Why This Must Be Read: Ayamgila blended together two themes, types of wounds and Janet, into a beautiful look into the relationship Janet has with SG-1. What really sets this story apart is the writing style and the unique format--add in her words and you have a very memorable fic.
Excerpt:
Wound: Trauma to any of the tissues of the body especially that caused by physical means and with the interruption of continuity.
i) Open wound: In which the tissues are exposed to air.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Colonel O’Neill winced.
Repeatedly.
Janet rolled her eyes. It didn’t matter how many times she sutured O’Neill. He carried on every single time.
The man had just spent a day in the field with a six centimetre open wound from a Jaffa’s blade across his right forearm. Carrying weapons. Carrying other soldiers.
And for some reason it was always the sight of the needle that made him complain.
Baby.
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-29 08:20 am (UTC)