A White Dove by JemimaP (estimated PG)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Pairings: Listed at Gen but there are Jack/Sam pairings in the fic
Categories: Het,
Warnings: End of the World, Implied Character Death, Open Ended
Word Count: 7373 (for part 1)
Author on DW: none
Author's Website: Jemima's Chevron
Link to Fic: A White Dove
Sequel: Wherever You Roam. -- Sam from the first story meets a different Jack.
Author's Summary:
A season 7 AU about closing the SGC, originally written in February 2004. The apocalyptic tone made it seem timely again.
Why This Must Be Read:
A haunting story of one Jack and one Sam, not from the same universe, all looking to survive and hopefully save Earth from Anubis' fleet. It turns out that Anubis wins in too many different universes and finding one where they can each make a difference is hard.
Not an easy story, but one of determination and a glimmer of hope!
"I could find the answer, sir, if I just had a little more time." Sam's hair had gone limp, and dark circles expanded under her eyes. She hadn't slept since the day Anubis's fleet had shown up in the stratosphere.
"Major..." General Hammond reached out to her, but midway through the gesture he gave up, dropping his hand to his desk. "There's no way out this time."
"The Asgard--" She waved her arm in the general direction of the Asgard mothership - east towards Washington, and up.
"The Asgard are willing to enforce the Protected Planets Treaty." He pushed a folder across his desk at her. "That's what your report said."
"Both sides of the treaty, sir," she reminded him. Sam had that shaky feeling that came from too much adrenaline, too long, but she knew she had to concentrate if she was going to fix this. "That means no more off-world technology, no more stargate travel, no starships, no naqahdah." She pushed the folder back at him. "You read my report. Everything we've achieved here--"
"The President has agreed to abide by the Protected Planets Treaty."
"We can't, sir. We can't turn our backs on science, on the entire galaxy. Our allies..." Her voice trailed off.
"Which allies would those be, Major?" Hammond asked. His frown told his opinion of fair-weather friends.
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Pairings: Listed at Gen but there are Jack/Sam pairings in the fic
Categories: Het,
Warnings: End of the World, Implied Character Death, Open Ended
Word Count: 7373 (for part 1)
Author on DW: none
Author's Website: Jemima's Chevron
Link to Fic: A White Dove
Sequel: Wherever You Roam. -- Sam from the first story meets a different Jack.
Author's Summary:
A season 7 AU about closing the SGC, originally written in February 2004. The apocalyptic tone made it seem timely again.
Why This Must Be Read:
A haunting story of one Jack and one Sam, not from the same universe, all looking to survive and hopefully save Earth from Anubis' fleet. It turns out that Anubis wins in too many different universes and finding one where they can each make a difference is hard.
Not an easy story, but one of determination and a glimmer of hope!
"I could find the answer, sir, if I just had a little more time." Sam's hair had gone limp, and dark circles expanded under her eyes. She hadn't slept since the day Anubis's fleet had shown up in the stratosphere.
"Major..." General Hammond reached out to her, but midway through the gesture he gave up, dropping his hand to his desk. "There's no way out this time."
"The Asgard--" She waved her arm in the general direction of the Asgard mothership - east towards Washington, and up.
"The Asgard are willing to enforce the Protected Planets Treaty." He pushed a folder across his desk at her. "That's what your report said."
"Both sides of the treaty, sir," she reminded him. Sam had that shaky feeling that came from too much adrenaline, too long, but she knew she had to concentrate if she was going to fix this. "That means no more off-world technology, no more stargate travel, no starships, no naqahdah." She pushed the folder back at him. "You read my report. Everything we've achieved here--"
"The President has agreed to abide by the Protected Planets Treaty."
"We can't, sir. We can't turn our backs on science, on the entire galaxy. Our allies..." Her voice trailed off.
"Which allies would those be, Major?" Hammond asked. His frown told his opinion of fair-weather friends.
