Wandering Blind, by Katie_M (NC-17)
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stargateficrecThis story is my fourth Sam/Daniel rec for the month, and so ends my first time reccing here. I really wanted to do more than the bare minimum but my stupid life noticed my quiet plotting to sign up to rec here in the hope that it would force me to find time to read more of the amazing fanfiction that's out there. My life (being the pain in the mikta that it is) rebelled, and I've been insanely busy all month. But four is better than none, and I have every intention of signing up again. I'll just have to be extra-special-sneaky about it so my meddlesome life doesn't notice.
Now, let's get on with what you're actually looking for, eh?
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson/Samantha Carter
Pairings: Sam/Daniel, Sam/Jack, Jack/Daniel, Sam/Daniel/Jack
Category: Apocafic, drama, angst, action/adventure, alternate universe
Warning: Het and slash and threesome (oh, my!)
Author on LJ:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
katie_m
Author's Website: Katie's Fiction
Link: On her website in one big piece; or on her LJ in four smaller ones: part one, part two, part three, and part four
Why This Must Be Read:
It's a few years into a post-apocalypic Earth and what happened to get it that way is a facinating and satisifyingly gradual reveal. Wandering Blind has a snazzy action/adventure filling sandwiched between two deliciously sexy "it's complicated" relationship cookies.
This story is everything I wish I could write. It has it all: an incredible Jack voice; deep and believable characterisation; the perfect mix of angst and suspense and humour... Also? Zombies.
Daniel joined him on shore, shamelessly ransacking the house while Carter handled the travel arrangements. They hit the kitchen first, emptying the pantry of everything that hadn't been devoured by the goddamn bugs that got into everything down here. Whoever had lived here before--Jack had made a point of not looking for their name--obviously hadn't been much into cooking from scratch, but they had a wide selection of everything from macaroni and cheese to several kinds of Hamburger Helper, and a stash of spices that was small in the grand scheme of things but made Daniel crow with delight anyway.
Frankly, Jack thought Daniel would've started prying fixtures out of the walls if Jack had let him. Everyone was kind of a packrat these days, and combined with what Jack would never, ever have described as Daniel's natural instinct for grave-robbing, well. Daniel'd had a squeamish side once too, Jack was sure he remembered that, but if so it was gone now.
They were debating the cost-benefit ratio of finding a place for the mountain bike when they heard a crystal-clear "Go, you bastard!" followed by the sound of an engine starting. The engine had died by the time they got outside, but Carter seemed cheery enough as she came up the lawn. "Well, it'll run," she said. "I had to switch out the battery, but I found an equivalent, so we should be all right. Are you done up here?"
"No," Daniel said, in concert with Jack saying "Depends on whether you want to open a Wal-Mart."
"Jack--"
"Daniel, we already have furniture of our very own back at the house, and if we overload ourselves we will sink the boat."
"Well, we're not talking about furniture, are we? We're talking about the bike, which is not all that heavy. Besides, we can offload in Brewster. We're going to go right past the house, for God's sake."
"I don't care about the damn bike, I just don't want you dragging the lawnmower onboard--"
"I didn't say anything about the lawnmower--"
"Hey!" Carter said sharply. "Is there an actual point to any of this, or are you just arguing for fun?"
Daniel crossed his arms against his chest, irritated. "We have..."
"...philosophical differences," Jack finished with him.
~44,000 words
Now, let's get on with what you're actually looking for, eh?
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson/Samantha Carter
Pairings: Sam/Daniel, Sam/Jack, Jack/Daniel, Sam/Daniel/Jack
Category: Apocafic, drama, angst, action/adventure, alternate universe
Warning: Het and slash and threesome (oh, my!)
Author on LJ:
katie_mAuthor's Website: Katie's Fiction
Link: On her website in one big piece; or on her LJ in four smaller ones: part one, part two, part three, and part four
Why This Must Be Read:
It's a few years into a post-apocalypic Earth and what happened to get it that way is a facinating and satisifyingly gradual reveal. Wandering Blind has a snazzy action/adventure filling sandwiched between two deliciously sexy "it's complicated" relationship cookies.
This story is everything I wish I could write. It has it all: an incredible Jack voice; deep and believable characterisation; the perfect mix of angst and suspense and humour... Also? Zombies.
Daniel joined him on shore, shamelessly ransacking the house while Carter handled the travel arrangements. They hit the kitchen first, emptying the pantry of everything that hadn't been devoured by the goddamn bugs that got into everything down here. Whoever had lived here before--Jack had made a point of not looking for their name--obviously hadn't been much into cooking from scratch, but they had a wide selection of everything from macaroni and cheese to several kinds of Hamburger Helper, and a stash of spices that was small in the grand scheme of things but made Daniel crow with delight anyway.
Frankly, Jack thought Daniel would've started prying fixtures out of the walls if Jack had let him. Everyone was kind of a packrat these days, and combined with what Jack would never, ever have described as Daniel's natural instinct for grave-robbing, well. Daniel'd had a squeamish side once too, Jack was sure he remembered that, but if so it was gone now.
They were debating the cost-benefit ratio of finding a place for the mountain bike when they heard a crystal-clear "Go, you bastard!" followed by the sound of an engine starting. The engine had died by the time they got outside, but Carter seemed cheery enough as she came up the lawn. "Well, it'll run," she said. "I had to switch out the battery, but I found an equivalent, so we should be all right. Are you done up here?"
"No," Daniel said, in concert with Jack saying "Depends on whether you want to open a Wal-Mart."
"Jack--"
"Daniel, we already have furniture of our very own back at the house, and if we overload ourselves we will sink the boat."
"Well, we're not talking about furniture, are we? We're talking about the bike, which is not all that heavy. Besides, we can offload in Brewster. We're going to go right past the house, for God's sake."
"I don't care about the damn bike, I just don't want you dragging the lawnmower onboard--"
"I didn't say anything about the lawnmower--"
"Hey!" Carter said sharply. "Is there an actual point to any of this, or are you just arguing for fun?"
Daniel crossed his arms against his chest, irritated. "We have..."
"...philosophical differences," Jack finished with him.
~44,000 words
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Date: 2009-06-28 12:04 am (UTC)I plan to volunteer again, but unfortunately not until I get a handle on all the crazy deadlines I'm under for work. ...those deadlines I'm carefully ignoring right this very second... ;)
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Date: 2009-06-28 09:25 pm (UTC)Glad I picked a good one.