Not By Halves by Marzipan77 (G)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Teal'c, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: None
Categories: No pairing; episode related; angst
Warnings: Reference to canon character death
Words: 700
Author's Website: On LJ
Link: Not By Halves
Author's Summary: Jack remembers the torture, the pain, the hopelessness. But he also remembers visits from a friend. And a friendship that defies expectations and boundaries. Tag to Abyss; this fic begins as the episode ends.
Why This Must Be Read:
A short, but powerful fic after Jack returns from being tortured by Ba'al in Abyss. As he recovers from the torture, he remembers Daniel... a Daniel who never left him.
When Jack opened his eyes, a dark figure stood in the infirmary doorway, backlit by the bright hall beyond. Even now, even with his skin crawling, his head pounding, reality and memory and weird-ass fantasy overlapping in his over-sarcophagused mind, he couldn’t mistake that silhouette. “T-“
“O’Neill.”
Okay. That didn’t sound right. Jack squirmed against the too-crinkly white sheets. “’s up, Teal’c?”
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Teal'c, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: None
Categories: No pairing; episode related; angst
Warnings: Reference to canon character death
Words: 700
Author's Website: On LJ
Link: Not By Halves
Author's Summary: Jack remembers the torture, the pain, the hopelessness. But he also remembers visits from a friend. And a friendship that defies expectations and boundaries. Tag to Abyss; this fic begins as the episode ends.
Why This Must Be Read:
A short, but powerful fic after Jack returns from being tortured by Ba'al in Abyss. As he recovers from the torture, he remembers Daniel... a Daniel who never left him.
When Jack opened his eyes, a dark figure stood in the infirmary doorway, backlit by the bright hall beyond. Even now, even with his skin crawling, his head pounding, reality and memory and weird-ass fantasy overlapping in his over-sarcophagused mind, he couldn’t mistake that silhouette. “T-“
“O’Neill.”
Okay. That didn’t sound right. Jack squirmed against the too-crinkly white sheets. “’s up, Teal’c?”
