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stargateficrecShow: Stargate SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Het/Slash/Gen: slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ: n/a
Author's Website: on slashcity
Link: on author site
Why This Must Be Read: Quercus is known for wonderful storytelling—plot and characters and events unwinding to create a rich backdrop for the emotional plot that weaves alongside. This story follows SG-1 as they create new alliances with a fascinating, friendly world with advanced technology, and with another less advanced race who nevertheless spark an emotional breakthrough.
Daniel shines here, with his prowess at languages and friendmaking, his storytelling abilities, and his emotional perseverance. You can't blame Jack at all for being in love with him. It just takes a strong nudge, or two, or three, to get Jack to act.
Excerpt:
"I simply can't believe this." Daniel stared into the monitor at the picture the MALP was sending through the open wormhole. Carter pressed against him; she kept shaking her head. Jack was complaining bitterly that he couldn't see. Teal'c stood behind them with his arms crossed.
"Tell me this is a video feed," Jack was saying. "I refuse to believe that's what we'll find if we pop through that rabbit hole."
"Only one way to find out, sir," Carter told him, and Daniel nodded, never taking his eyes off the scene playing out before them.
"We have to go, Jack. We have to."
The wormhole closed and the image flickered and died. Daniel and Carter sighed in unison, and straightened up. "Replay that, would you, Sergeant Davis?" Carter requested, and they bent over again, rapt.
"Oh, come on. Just who's in charge here? Let me see," Jack complained, and they reluctantly backed up a bit to let him in between them, then pressed forward again, leaning against him as the video restarted. He smiled at the image they must've presented from the rear; fortunately, Teal'c was on their six.
Then he started watching, still stunned by what they saw. The MALP had rolled a few feet from the stargate and appeared to be sitting in an open-air Grand Central Station. It was late afternoon on planet PX-whatever, the sun's rays a mellow red-gold as they slanted across the tall grasses immediately around the stargate. That wasn't unusual. What was unusual was the number of people striding purposefully past the MALP, glancing at it with small curiosity. A group of kids bounced by and one ran up and apparently hugged it, then dashed back laughing as some adult gestured and called to her.
And the kinds of people passing by -- Jack was reminded of the cantina scene in Star Wars. Most were human or human-like in design, but many were not. Most walked on two legs, but some were on four, and a few on wheels. They were boarding or exiting what looked like trains, except they hovered quietly a few inches over the grasses, which blew gently beneath them.
"It's like the Terminal in Rome," Daniel suggested, and Carter agreed.
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Het/Slash/Gen: slash
Warning: none
Author on LJ: n/a
Author's Website: on slashcity
Link: on author site
Why This Must Be Read: Quercus is known for wonderful storytelling—plot and characters and events unwinding to create a rich backdrop for the emotional plot that weaves alongside. This story follows SG-1 as they create new alliances with a fascinating, friendly world with advanced technology, and with another less advanced race who nevertheless spark an emotional breakthrough.
Daniel shines here, with his prowess at languages and friendmaking, his storytelling abilities, and his emotional perseverance. You can't blame Jack at all for being in love with him. It just takes a strong nudge, or two, or three, to get Jack to act.
Excerpt:
"I simply can't believe this." Daniel stared into the monitor at the picture the MALP was sending through the open wormhole. Carter pressed against him; she kept shaking her head. Jack was complaining bitterly that he couldn't see. Teal'c stood behind them with his arms crossed.
"Tell me this is a video feed," Jack was saying. "I refuse to believe that's what we'll find if we pop through that rabbit hole."
"Only one way to find out, sir," Carter told him, and Daniel nodded, never taking his eyes off the scene playing out before them.
"We have to go, Jack. We have to."
The wormhole closed and the image flickered and died. Daniel and Carter sighed in unison, and straightened up. "Replay that, would you, Sergeant Davis?" Carter requested, and they bent over again, rapt.
"Oh, come on. Just who's in charge here? Let me see," Jack complained, and they reluctantly backed up a bit to let him in between them, then pressed forward again, leaning against him as the video restarted. He smiled at the image they must've presented from the rear; fortunately, Teal'c was on their six.
Then he started watching, still stunned by what they saw. The MALP had rolled a few feet from the stargate and appeared to be sitting in an open-air Grand Central Station. It was late afternoon on planet PX-whatever, the sun's rays a mellow red-gold as they slanted across the tall grasses immediately around the stargate. That wasn't unusual. What was unusual was the number of people striding purposefully past the MALP, glancing at it with small curiosity. A group of kids bounced by and one ran up and apparently hugged it, then dashed back laughing as some adult gestured and called to her.
And the kinds of people passing by -- Jack was reminded of the cantina scene in Star Wars. Most were human or human-like in design, but many were not. Most walked on two legs, but some were on four, and a few on wheels. They were boarding or exiting what looked like trains, except they hovered quietly a few inches over the grasses, which blew gently beneath them.
"It's like the Terminal in Rome," Daniel suggested, and Carter agreed.
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