True to Form, by JB (PG-13)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Team
Characters: Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha (Sam) Carter, Teal’c, Orginal Characters
Pairings: None
Categories: gen, action/adventure, hurt/comfort, drama, angst
Warnings: language, violence
Author's Journal: Unknown
Author's Website: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sg1jb/pseuds/Jb
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/513153/chapters/905076
Why This Must Be Read:
Following the theme of team, I’m switching focus on this one. It is more like the first one I recced, in that the team has difficulties to overcome. While many fanfic's goes there, this one is noteworthy in the fact that it is Sam, not Jack who struggles with Daniel’s point of view. You see this rarely in the show itself, though it comes up a couple of times. Here it is fleshed out more. If you enjoy an emotional story like I do, then this one is worth the read.
This time. It would work this time.
Feeling his fingernails dig into his palm, Jack forced himself to relax his fist. There'd been quite enough blood and pain on this trip as it was. An unbidden, unwelcome image of his ill teammate, battered and suffering, filled his mind and he roughly pushed it away. That part was over. Done with. Can't change it. Ignore it.
The next chevron on the Stargate lit and he found himself holding his breath as the following one was input. Only to let it out in a huge puff of exasperation as the previous chevrons winked out of existence. Again.
There was no doubt they would find the correct address. It was simply a matter of elimination, after all. He just wished it would happen sooner rather than later. Hell, it already was later. While Jack himself was pretty much past caring, it was actually out of respect for Daniel that he was still standing here, doing this. Bitterness provoked a sharp twinge in his jaw. After all Daniel had done and struggled through, that he couldn't be here, couldn't be a part of finding the solution, was considerably worse than intolerable. The sudden frustration was like a gut-punch, painfully seizing his insides in its wake.
Three chevrons lit, then a fourth. Everything shut down yet again. This really sucked. It was every bit as bad as trying to figure out the correct dialing sequence for his long distance telephone company... which, now that he thought about it that way, meant they were doomed.
Rec Category: Team
Characters: Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha (Sam) Carter, Teal’c, Orginal Characters
Pairings: None
Categories: gen, action/adventure, hurt/comfort, drama, angst
Warnings: language, violence
Author's Journal: Unknown
Author's Website: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sg1jb/pseuds/Jb
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/513153/chapters/905076
Why This Must Be Read:
Following the theme of team, I’m switching focus on this one. It is more like the first one I recced, in that the team has difficulties to overcome. While many fanfic's goes there, this one is noteworthy in the fact that it is Sam, not Jack who struggles with Daniel’s point of view. You see this rarely in the show itself, though it comes up a couple of times. Here it is fleshed out more. If you enjoy an emotional story like I do, then this one is worth the read.
This time. It would work this time.
Feeling his fingernails dig into his palm, Jack forced himself to relax his fist. There'd been quite enough blood and pain on this trip as it was. An unbidden, unwelcome image of his ill teammate, battered and suffering, filled his mind and he roughly pushed it away. That part was over. Done with. Can't change it. Ignore it.
The next chevron on the Stargate lit and he found himself holding his breath as the following one was input. Only to let it out in a huge puff of exasperation as the previous chevrons winked out of existence. Again.
There was no doubt they would find the correct address. It was simply a matter of elimination, after all. He just wished it would happen sooner rather than later. Hell, it already was later. While Jack himself was pretty much past caring, it was actually out of respect for Daniel that he was still standing here, doing this. Bitterness provoked a sharp twinge in his jaw. After all Daniel had done and struggled through, that he couldn't be here, couldn't be a part of finding the solution, was considerably worse than intolerable. The sudden frustration was like a gut-punch, painfully seizing his insides in its wake.
Three chevrons lit, then a fourth. Everything shut down yet again. This really sucked. It was every bit as bad as trying to figure out the correct dialing sequence for his long distance telephone company... which, now that he thought about it that way, meant they were doomed.
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