O'Neill by gumnut (PG)
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stargateficrecShow: Stargate SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Teal'c
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warning: None
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gumnut
Author's Website: Gumnut
Link: O'Neill
Why this must be read: A short missing scene from Lost City, this story is from Teal'c's POV as he watches Jack reworking the transporter rings prior to arriving back on Earth. This story is just perfection as Teal'c thinks about Jack and his own life and how it's almost over.
He ignored it. His concentration was solely on the man kneeling in the centre of the room, oblivious to his presence and anything else other than what he was working on.
They were losing him piece by agonising piece and there wasn’t a thing any of them could do for him.
Teal’c swallowed, briefly touching a finger to the tattoo in the centre of his forehead. The gold just under his skin was smooth and warm with his body heat, and the tracing of the symbol reminded him, as it always did, of what he owed the man he now followed.
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Teal'c
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warning: None
Author on LJ:
gumnutAuthor's Website: Gumnut
Link: O'Neill
Why this must be read: A short missing scene from Lost City, this story is from Teal'c's POV as he watches Jack reworking the transporter rings prior to arriving back on Earth. This story is just perfection as Teal'c thinks about Jack and his own life and how it's almost over.
He ignored it. His concentration was solely on the man kneeling in the centre of the room, oblivious to his presence and anything else other than what he was working on.
They were losing him piece by agonising piece and there wasn’t a thing any of them could do for him.
Teal’c swallowed, briefly touching a finger to the tattoo in the centre of his forehead. The gold just under his skin was smooth and warm with his body heat, and the tracing of the symbol reminded him, as it always did, of what he owed the man he now followed.
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