One Step From Home by JAJJAJ (Rated: PG)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Team
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c, General Hammond, Janet Fraiser, Ferretti, Team
Categories: Gen, Angst, Action
Warnings: Major character death
Author on LJ: N/A
Author's Website: Ancient Musings
Link: One Step From Home
Why This Must Be Read: Classic mission gone wrong, injured team struggling to make it home. The story is told in chapters and by character POV. Very moving and well written.
The first moment he was aware anything was wrong, the flash flew so close to his face he thought it had singed his eyebrows. Then the air was filled with the sound of firing staff weapons and the returning fire of P-90s. Daniel, who’d been about to dial home, went flat to the ground as shot after shot spit fire around him, hitting the DHD and throwing dirt into the air. He pulled out his sidearm and lifted his head only to see what must have been two dozen Jaffa approaching from the tree line. He couldn’t recognize the tattoos. Who were they and where the hell had they come from? As another staff burst came whizzing past, he pushed his face back into the dirt.
Rec Category: Team
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c, General Hammond, Janet Fraiser, Ferretti, Team
Categories: Gen, Angst, Action
Warnings: Major character death
Author on LJ: N/A
Author's Website: Ancient Musings
Link: One Step From Home
Why This Must Be Read: Classic mission gone wrong, injured team struggling to make it home. The story is told in chapters and by character POV. Very moving and well written.
The first moment he was aware anything was wrong, the flash flew so close to his face he thought it had singed his eyebrows. Then the air was filled with the sound of firing staff weapons and the returning fire of P-90s. Daniel, who’d been about to dial home, went flat to the ground as shot after shot spit fire around him, hitting the DHD and throwing dirt into the air. He pulled out his sidearm and lifted his head only to see what must have been two dozen Jaffa approaching from the tree line. He couldn’t recognize the tattoos. Who were they and where the hell had they come from? As another staff burst came whizzing past, he pushed his face back into the dirt.
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