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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Kawalski, Feretti,
Pairings: None
Categories: Gen, friendship, team
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:ziparumpazoo
Author's Website: On Ao3
Link: The Friday Night Colonel's Club
Author's Summary: Even off the field, Jack thinks it's nice to know somebody's got your back.
Why This Must Be Read:
Sometimes, you need friends who just understand. Jack finds that -- first with Kawalski and Feretti, and then with the other Colonels in Stargate Command. Colonels are high enough up the food chain that there aren't as many of them and, as team leads, there are pressures that only someone else in the same position will understand.
The group changes over the years, but the bar they have found has become both a refuge and a shrine to their successes and losses.
Folk in the military often look to each other as friend and family. This is a lovely story of how some of that family helps itself.
But this... this feels right. Fogerty is singing about a bad moon on the rise and it's turned up loud. The drinks are flowing and Monty's wife, Angie, is working the room, taking orders and keeping the tables clear of empties. Edwards is leaning back in his chair, laughing and telling Johnson dirty jokes that are making him blush a shade darker than his hair. He's waving and arm and almost upends a tray, but Angie's a pro and just sidesteps him.
This is how it's supposed to be. Kawalsky wouldn't have wanted them crying in their beer over him.
They don't talk about work at all. They can't. Not when everything they do is classified. Nobody says it, but they're all thanking their personal gods, or lucky stars, or whatever, that it wasn't them who got snaked. And there's nobody from the lower ranks around that they have to set an example. Except Ferretti, but that hardly counts because he won't remember half of it in the morning anyhow.
Monty finally kicks them out just after closing because he doesn't want to lose his liquor license. He's got a line of cabs waiting at the curb when he holds the front door open for them because he doesn't want to lose some of his new best customers.
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Kawalski, Feretti,
Pairings: None
Categories: Gen, friendship, team
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:
ziparumpazooAuthor's Website: On Ao3
Link: The Friday Night Colonel's Club
Author's Summary: Even off the field, Jack thinks it's nice to know somebody's got your back.
Why This Must Be Read:
Sometimes, you need friends who just understand. Jack finds that -- first with Kawalski and Feretti, and then with the other Colonels in Stargate Command. Colonels are high enough up the food chain that there aren't as many of them and, as team leads, there are pressures that only someone else in the same position will understand.
The group changes over the years, but the bar they have found has become both a refuge and a shrine to their successes and losses.
Folk in the military often look to each other as friend and family. This is a lovely story of how some of that family helps itself.
But this... this feels right. Fogerty is singing about a bad moon on the rise and it's turned up loud. The drinks are flowing and Monty's wife, Angie, is working the room, taking orders and keeping the tables clear of empties. Edwards is leaning back in his chair, laughing and telling Johnson dirty jokes that are making him blush a shade darker than his hair. He's waving and arm and almost upends a tray, but Angie's a pro and just sidesteps him.
This is how it's supposed to be. Kawalsky wouldn't have wanted them crying in their beer over him.
They don't talk about work at all. They can't. Not when everything they do is classified. Nobody says it, but they're all thanking their personal gods, or lucky stars, or whatever, that it wasn't them who got snaked. And there's nobody from the lower ranks around that they have to set an example. Except Ferretti, but that hardly counts because he won't remember half of it in the morning anyhow.
Monty finally kicks them out just after closing because he doesn't want to lose his liquor license. He's got a line of cabs waiting at the curb when he holds the front door open for them because he doesn't want to lose some of his new best customers.
