Truth and Consequences by Aelfgyfu (T)

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Show: SGA

Rec Category: Rodney McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay, Sam Carter, Radek Zelenka
Pairings: none
Categories: gen, friendship, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, episode tag, s4e9: miller’s crossing
Warnings: no archive warnings apply
Words: 6919
Author's Journal: aelfgyfu_mead
Author's Website: Aelfgyfu on AO3
Link: Truth and Consequences

Author's summary: “Colonel Carter? What brings you down here this”—he shot a quick look at his computer screen—“this time of night?”

She walked closer and pulled up a stool.

“I’m, I’m still working on the code, as you can see,” McKay said, waving at his laptop. “The problem is—”

Be blunt, Zelenka had advised, and that fit her own understanding of McKay, so she went with it. “The problem is that you seem to be working yourself into the ground.”



Why This Must Be Read: This is a great, plausibly written what-if fic, originally posted on LJ, from the time when SGA first aired. It will make you see the events and outcome of the episode "Miller's Crossing" in a different light.
It's written from Sam's Pov and takes you on the guilt trip with Rodney, and in parts with Sam, too, looking at things from various unexpected angles, and it gives you so much insight into their thoughts and emotional pain.
It's a wonderful, sensitive conversation, and it's not about the perfect solution but very much about friendship, compassion, and comfort.


( snippet of fic )

Vigil, by Havocthecat (G)

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Show: SG-1

Rec Category: Janet Frasier
Characters: Janet Frasier, General Hammond
Categories: gen, friendship, character study
Warnings: none
Author's Journal: havocthecat
Author's Website: havocthecat
Link: Vigil

Why This Must Be Read: Here is a lovely Janet and George introspective, as they grapple with the need to hold down the fort when they'd rather be doing something. It's quiet and gentle, with that steely resolve underneath, and it fits them both perfectly.


General Hammond smiled at her. It was one of those sad little smiles he saved for late at night when the losses were too much to bear. He didn't smile like that often. She smiled back, a wry almost-grin that she saved for the morning after the final sutures had been put in place, the infirmary was scrubbed clean, and she'd had enough coffee to get a start on feeling human again.