Fix, by Petite Stars (PG)
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stargateficrecShow: Stargate SG-1
Rec Category: Sam and Jack friendship
Characters: Samantha Carter, Jack O'Neill
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings: references to Goa'uld torture/violence, both emotional and physical; PTSD
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petite_stars
Author's Website: fanfiction masterlist
Link: Fix
Why This Must Be Read: When Sam comes back emotionally broken after six weeks of captivity off-world, Jack finds the key to breaking through her emotional block to help her be herself again.
I love this story for its insight into Jack's skills as a commander, his practical, hands-on approach to solutions, and the deep respect and trust that Sam and Jack clearly have for one another.
(Road worthy vs. fully restored. Talk about unexpected metaphors.)
Carter stopped suddenly in front of the last shelf adorning the back wall. A mess or wires and chains packed in boxes lined the shelf; some wires tangled and half tumbled to the floor. Carter’s face drained of colour and Jack could see beads of sweat form on her upper lip. The jovial mood had disappeared; in its place, Carter was exuding enough anxiety and tension that Jack could almost physically see it in the air.
“Carter?” In lieu of a free hand to nudge her, Jack had to settle for calling her name loudly.
“I tried to fix it,” Carter mumbled her eyes staring at the mess of wires, “I should have been able to fix it.”
“What?” Jack was confused and he didn’t like the glazed look that had appeared in Carter’s eyes. He glanced around, trying to find a clear surface to clear the load from his arms.
“I should have fixed it, nothing I did worked. Nothing. I tried everything I usually do and it didn’t work,” Carter’s agitated voice was hushed and Jack had to strain to catch the words tumbling from her mouth, “Everyone always expects me to fix everything. But sometimes I can’t… I couldn’t fix it and…”
“Carter?” Jack stepped closer to her, intending to dump the equipment onto some space onto the shelf behind her.
Carter started when he leaned forward and she jerked suddenly into awareness, “I always fix everything. It’s what everyone expects me to do. It’s what you expect me to do.” Her eyes turned on him and Jack was surprised at the anger that burned from them, but he wasn’t sure the emotion was really directed at him, “If I can’t fix anything what use I am to anyone?” The anger crumpled into despair on her face.
She turned on her heel and disappeared out of the store, leaving Jack standing, still holding his armload of parts, alone in front of the shelf of tangled wires.
Rec Category: Sam and Jack friendship
Characters: Samantha Carter, Jack O'Neill
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings: references to Goa'uld torture/violence, both emotional and physical; PTSD
Author on LJ:
petite_starsAuthor's Website: fanfiction masterlist
Link: Fix
Why This Must Be Read: When Sam comes back emotionally broken after six weeks of captivity off-world, Jack finds the key to breaking through her emotional block to help her be herself again.
I love this story for its insight into Jack's skills as a commander, his practical, hands-on approach to solutions, and the deep respect and trust that Sam and Jack clearly have for one another.
(Road worthy vs. fully restored. Talk about unexpected metaphors.)
Carter stopped suddenly in front of the last shelf adorning the back wall. A mess or wires and chains packed in boxes lined the shelf; some wires tangled and half tumbled to the floor. Carter’s face drained of colour and Jack could see beads of sweat form on her upper lip. The jovial mood had disappeared; in its place, Carter was exuding enough anxiety and tension that Jack could almost physically see it in the air.
“Carter?” In lieu of a free hand to nudge her, Jack had to settle for calling her name loudly.
“I tried to fix it,” Carter mumbled her eyes staring at the mess of wires, “I should have been able to fix it.”
“What?” Jack was confused and he didn’t like the glazed look that had appeared in Carter’s eyes. He glanced around, trying to find a clear surface to clear the load from his arms.
“I should have fixed it, nothing I did worked. Nothing. I tried everything I usually do and it didn’t work,” Carter’s agitated voice was hushed and Jack had to strain to catch the words tumbling from her mouth, “Everyone always expects me to fix everything. But sometimes I can’t… I couldn’t fix it and…”
“Carter?” Jack stepped closer to her, intending to dump the equipment onto some space onto the shelf behind her.
Carter started when he leaned forward and she jerked suddenly into awareness, “I always fix everything. It’s what everyone expects me to do. It’s what you expect me to do.” Her eyes turned on him and Jack was surprised at the anger that burned from them, but he wasn’t sure the emotion was really directed at him, “If I can’t fix anything what use I am to anyone?” The anger crumpled into despair on her face.
She turned on her heel and disappeared out of the store, leaving Jack standing, still holding his armload of parts, alone in front of the shelf of tangled wires.
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