stargateficrec | Tatters (by Martha) (PG)

I'm sneaking this in as it's still Nov 30th somewhere on the planet! :)

Show: SG1/The Sentinel/Angel/Cthulhu mythos

Rec Category: Crossover (with the Cthulhu mythos)
Characters: Jack/Daniel, Blair/Jim, brief cameo from Angel at the end, other SG1 faves like Teal'c, Sam, Hammond.
Categories: Gen initially, becoming slash in the 3rd story
Warnings: the 3rd story has a 'Graphic Depictions Of Violence' warning
Author on LJ:

saffronhouse
Author's Website: See the AO3 (as Martha)
Link: Tatters series on AO3

Why This Must Be Read: OK so these are three more longfics, making up the "Tatters" series by Martha. It's Martha, so you know it's going to be good, and these are complex, detailed, plotty and dramatic, with barrels of angst, near-death experiences (well, Daniel's involved after all), and great characterizations. I found the whole series gripping, but be aware that the first story is pure Sentinel, then the next two incorporate a lot of Daniel - and Jack, plus other SG1 favourites, and there's a tiny bit of Angel at the very end of the third story. Gripping reads, all of them, and the Cthulhu aspect in this is one of the creepiest takes on the mythos of any of these crossovers. Strongly recommended if you like these fandoms (especially TS and SG1) - very well written and excellent, long, engaging reads.

"Look, for one thing, we've met before. At the American Oriental Society conference in Seattle about five years ago."

Jackson paled.

"Hey, hey, hey, look, yes, I know who you are, Dr. Jackson, but it's OK, I promise. I'm not gonna rat you out to whoever it is you're hiding from. I mean, it's pretty obvious you're in some kind of trouble, and I think I could probably help you, but if you don't want to tell me about it, that's cool too. I'm not pushing. I just want to make sure your hand gets taken care of and you've got some place to stay tonight. Christmas Eve, man. I couldn't just leave you in the parking lot."

Jackson looked at him for a moment longer and then lowered his eyes again, a mannerism Blair remembered from their first meeting. He couldn't decide if it was disarming or simply infuriating.

"We've met?" Dr. Jackson finally said.

"Yeah. I asked if you could listen to a tape of Domari. What I thought was Domari. It was originally recorded on wax cylinder by a British naval officer in Jerusalem around 1890, and -- well, anyway. You probably don't remember."

"No." Jackson blinked wearily. "I don't think I would have been very interested."

"You weren't."

"Oh." When Jackson looked up, there was the faintest hint of amusement in the back of his eyes, exhausted as he was. "I don't suppose you have that tape on you now, do you?"

Blair grinned at him. "I got it translated years ago. Turned out it was in Tsakonian, not Domari at all."

Jackson raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I know, it probably really wasn't recorded in Jerusalem either, and as it turned out, it didn't even have anything to do with my field of interest." Blair shrugged, still grinning. "Too bad. Ruins my whole fantasy. You know, the one where I heroically rescue the linguistics prof who was too busy to drop everything and do a translation for me, and now he's begging on bended knee for a chance to make it up -- " Blair broke off when Jackson started to look alarmed. "Kidding, Dr. Jackson. I'm kidding. Joke."

"Please stop calling me that."

"It's your name. Now wait, before you freak out again, just listen to me. Whatever's wrong, I've got friends who honestly might be able to help. Isn't it worth a shot? Just tell me what's going on, and if I don't think they can help you, then it doesn't go any further than me. Come on, what do you have to lose?"

"I've already lost everything," Jackson told him steadily. For once his gaze was unflinching. "Now I'm just trying to make sure it wasn't all for nothing."