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stargateficrec2010-11-02 03:10 pm
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Entry tags:
Uncomplicated, by mylittleredgirl (NC-17)
Show: SG-1 primarily.
Rec Category: Elizabeth Weir
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, Sam Carter
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Jack O'Neill
Het/Slash/Gen: Het
Warnings: Sex, Episode spoilers: "New Order" & "Rising"
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mylittleredgirl
Author's Website: Website.
Link: Uncomplicated
Why This Must Be Read: In a fic that takes place around Elizabeth Weir's first appearance on SG-1, New Order, this fic does a clever way of exploring the relationship between Jack and Elizabeth. There's always been, canon-wise, a sense of mutual admiration and a touch of friendship between Elizabeth and Jack. This fic takes that and pushes it into a nice "friends with benefits" angle, where there's really absurdly hot sex (writtin by LittleRed, it's no surprise), and yet, it remains true to their characters. Jack's POV is spot-on in this, as it also explores his snarkiness and how this entanglement with Elizabeth would look to the rest of the SG-1 members.
Weir is in a phone meeting in another language when he barges into Hammond's office.
She waves him into a chair and continues to talk, taking scattered notes in neat handwriting. His Russian is pretty rusty after fifteen years of having no use for it, but not so rusty that he can't pick out a few words. Antarctica is the same in both languages.
She wraps up the call within a few minutes and faces him with a professional smile. "What can I do for you, General?" She's the only one who has called him that yet. He won't be officially promoted until the next morning.
He's out of practice asking for these things. "How are you?"
She gives him a bemused little smile for his attempt at small talk. "Fine... aren't you due in Washington soon?"
"Plane's this afternoon."
She narrows her eyes at him a little, like she's trying to read his mind. He hasn't given her much of a choice in that because he still doesn't know how to put it, so he thinks it as hard as he can.
Weir rifles through the few papers that are left on her desk, checking her morning meeting schedule, and then visually sweeps the room for security cameras. She doesn't make him ask aloud. "Not here."
Rec Category: Elizabeth Weir
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, Sam Carter
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Jack O'Neill
Het/Slash/Gen: Het
Warnings: Sex, Episode spoilers: "New Order" & "Rising"
Author on LJ:
mylittleredgirlAuthor's Website: Website.
Link: Uncomplicated
Why This Must Be Read: In a fic that takes place around Elizabeth Weir's first appearance on SG-1, New Order, this fic does a clever way of exploring the relationship between Jack and Elizabeth. There's always been, canon-wise, a sense of mutual admiration and a touch of friendship between Elizabeth and Jack. This fic takes that and pushes it into a nice "friends with benefits" angle, where there's really absurdly hot sex (writtin by LittleRed, it's no surprise), and yet, it remains true to their characters. Jack's POV is spot-on in this, as it also explores his snarkiness and how this entanglement with Elizabeth would look to the rest of the SG-1 members.
Weir is in a phone meeting in another language when he barges into Hammond's office.
She waves him into a chair and continues to talk, taking scattered notes in neat handwriting. His Russian is pretty rusty after fifteen years of having no use for it, but not so rusty that he can't pick out a few words. Antarctica is the same in both languages.
She wraps up the call within a few minutes and faces him with a professional smile. "What can I do for you, General?" She's the only one who has called him that yet. He won't be officially promoted until the next morning.
He's out of practice asking for these things. "How are you?"
She gives him a bemused little smile for his attempt at small talk. "Fine... aren't you due in Washington soon?"
"Plane's this afternoon."
She narrows her eyes at him a little, like she's trying to read his mind. He hasn't given her much of a choice in that because he still doesn't know how to put it, so he thinks it as hard as he can.
Weir rifles through the few papers that are left on her desk, checking her morning meeting schedule, and then visually sweeps the room for security cameras. She doesn't make him ask aloud. "Not here."