Bead Sutra, by Magistrate (T)
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stargateficrecShow: Stargate SG-1
Rec Category: Episode Related
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings: none
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draegonhawke
Author's Website: Magistrate at AO3
Link: Bead Sutra
Why This Must Be Read: This gorgeous series reflects on the pain of absent friends, even when that friend may or may not be around. Tied together by an alien string of wooden beads, Magistrate traces through reactions -- Jack flailing at Daniel's non-presence in the aftermath of Unnatural Selection, Jack and Sam trying not to talk about hurtful truths in a parking lot after Full Circle, and Sam trying to reconnect with not!Daniel (aka Arrom) during Fallen. While each of these stories is marvelously complete on their own, you will savor the richness of the underlying theme that connects all three. Wonderful stuff!
"You talk a big game about saving my soul," Jack says, sitting. "Or is the offer only on the table while I'm actually dying?"
A muffled cl-thunk echoes down the pipes, subsides, repeats once, and doesn't repeat again. The SGC is never entirely silent, but that only seems to make the silence more pronounced. The hum of the florescent lights, the whirr and click of the sleeping harddrives – the mechanical systems of the base go on about their business, and don't care one way or another what business the people inside are up to on their own.
"Carter and Jonas are pissed," Jack says. "And Teal'c is doing that eyebrow thing that says while he doesn't disagree with me per se, he still wants me to consider how and where my life went so tragically wrong." He snorts. "You, on the other hand – well, Daniel, I think this is the quietest you've ever been, which means I've really crossed a line, and Carter will be advising me to bring you coffee and cookies as a peace offering."
As though he'd ever taken that advice. He doesn't have to explain his decisions, even on days like this – and there are a surprising number of days like this. He and Daniel always seemed to find themselves on opposite sides of some gulf or other when Replicators were involved, and Jack was always shooting someone to kill or disable, or screaming through a headpiece to cut losses and let things go. It isn't just the alien elements he's willing to write off as an acceptable loss, and he wonders if Daniel ever quite realized that. Though it probably wouldn't have made a difference.
"...or it just means that you're an all-powerful higher being with way better things to be doing with your time," he mutters, and stands to leave.
At the door, before opening it, he pauses.
"It was what had to be done," he says.
He takes the handle of the door and is just turning it, pushing the door aside, when there's the soft slide of wood against metal and something hits the floor.
Rec Category: Episode Related
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
draegonhawkeAuthor's Website: Magistrate at AO3
Link: Bead Sutra
Why This Must Be Read: This gorgeous series reflects on the pain of absent friends, even when that friend may or may not be around. Tied together by an alien string of wooden beads, Magistrate traces through reactions -- Jack flailing at Daniel's non-presence in the aftermath of Unnatural Selection, Jack and Sam trying not to talk about hurtful truths in a parking lot after Full Circle, and Sam trying to reconnect with not!Daniel (aka Arrom) during Fallen. While each of these stories is marvelously complete on their own, you will savor the richness of the underlying theme that connects all three. Wonderful stuff!
"You talk a big game about saving my soul," Jack says, sitting. "Or is the offer only on the table while I'm actually dying?"
A muffled cl-thunk echoes down the pipes, subsides, repeats once, and doesn't repeat again. The SGC is never entirely silent, but that only seems to make the silence more pronounced. The hum of the florescent lights, the whirr and click of the sleeping harddrives – the mechanical systems of the base go on about their business, and don't care one way or another what business the people inside are up to on their own.
"Carter and Jonas are pissed," Jack says. "And Teal'c is doing that eyebrow thing that says while he doesn't disagree with me per se, he still wants me to consider how and where my life went so tragically wrong." He snorts. "You, on the other hand – well, Daniel, I think this is the quietest you've ever been, which means I've really crossed a line, and Carter will be advising me to bring you coffee and cookies as a peace offering."
As though he'd ever taken that advice. He doesn't have to explain his decisions, even on days like this – and there are a surprising number of days like this. He and Daniel always seemed to find themselves on opposite sides of some gulf or other when Replicators were involved, and Jack was always shooting someone to kill or disable, or screaming through a headpiece to cut losses and let things go. It isn't just the alien elements he's willing to write off as an acceptable loss, and he wonders if Daniel ever quite realized that. Though it probably wouldn't have made a difference.
"...or it just means that you're an all-powerful higher being with way better things to be doing with your time," he mutters, and stands to leave.
At the door, before opening it, he pauses.
"It was what had to be done," he says.
He takes the handle of the door and is just turning it, pushing the door aside, when there's the soft slide of wood against metal and something hits the floor.
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