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stargateficrecShow: SG1
Rec Category: 5 Things
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c
Categories: Multi
Warnings: One segment involves underage sex, and non-con (in the Goa'uld host sense)
Author on DW/LJ:cofax7
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Five Holidays That Jack O'Neill Never Celebrated on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: These stories are at times painful, always intriguing, often surprising, and really well written. In this series of might-have-beens that (sometimes thankfully) never were, Cofax gives us a mundanely flawed future instead of tragedy, worst case scenarios, and, ultimately, hope and thanksgiving. It's a great read, and thought provoking.
"Jack, what are you still doing here?"
"He said 7, it's only 5:30." On the screen, Swanson slammed into the barrier, and Jack grinned. Thank god he'd shelled out for the expanded cable package; there wasn't any hockey on broadcast at this hour on a Thursday. The day-timer dropped with a thump on the coffee table in front of him.
"He said 6." The calendar confirmed it, in Sara's spiky green penmanship. Charlie-- Greyhound- 6 pm
"Yah, but --" The keys dropped on top of the day-timer, slid sideways, and caught on the metal binding.
"Jack. You haven't seen him in four months!"
"All right, all right, I'm going." Jack fished the keys out with difficulty--they wanted to stay where they were, and maybe watch the game too. But Sara was staring at him, arms folded, three shirts dangling from her right hand. "I'm going!"
It was beginning to snow. Jack pulled a hat on, a ski cap Charlie gave him three years ago, and started the truck. The neighbors all had their lights up. The O'Neills were behind; Sara was busy during the holiday rush and Jack had been in Washington for the past six weeks for meetings. That was how he'd missed seeing Charlie for Thanksgiving, although if he'd really tried he could have come home. Now he felt a little bad about it, as if he'd done something wrong.
Rec Category: 5 Things
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, Teal'c
Categories: Multi
Warnings: One segment involves underage sex, and non-con (in the Goa'uld host sense)
Author on DW/LJ:
cofax7 Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Five Holidays That Jack O'Neill Never Celebrated on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: These stories are at times painful, always intriguing, often surprising, and really well written. In this series of might-have-beens that (sometimes thankfully) never were, Cofax gives us a mundanely flawed future instead of tragedy, worst case scenarios, and, ultimately, hope and thanksgiving. It's a great read, and thought provoking.
"Jack, what are you still doing here?"
"He said 7, it's only 5:30." On the screen, Swanson slammed into the barrier, and Jack grinned. Thank god he'd shelled out for the expanded cable package; there wasn't any hockey on broadcast at this hour on a Thursday. The day-timer dropped with a thump on the coffee table in front of him.
"He said 6." The calendar confirmed it, in Sara's spiky green penmanship. Charlie-- Greyhound- 6 pm
"Yah, but --" The keys dropped on top of the day-timer, slid sideways, and caught on the metal binding.
"Jack. You haven't seen him in four months!"
"All right, all right, I'm going." Jack fished the keys out with difficulty--they wanted to stay where they were, and maybe watch the game too. But Sara was staring at him, arms folded, three shirts dangling from her right hand. "I'm going!"
It was beginning to snow. Jack pulled a hat on, a ski cap Charlie gave him three years ago, and started the truck. The neighbors all had their lights up. The O'Neills were behind; Sara was busy during the holiday rush and Jack had been in Washington for the past six weeks for meetings. That was how he'd missed seeing Charlie for Thanksgiving, although if he'd really tried he could have come home. Now he felt a little bad about it, as if he'd done something wrong.
