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stargateficrec2020-10-18 06:47 pm
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The Shoebox by Wyndewalker (PG)
Show: SG-1, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Xander Harris, Faith
Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Categories: slash, slice of life
Warnings: reference to off-screen canon death
Word Count: 2200
Author on DW: none
Author's Website: AO3 Profile
Link to Fic: The Shoebox
Author's Summary:
Fulfilling the terms of his mother's Will brings Xander to the father he never knew about.
Why This Must Be Read:
I know there have been other variations of this kind of story; Jack being related to any part of the Buffy Scooby gang is a thing I've seen on and off over time. Not sure I've seen Jack as Xander's dad, but here you go!
I like Faith here, she's fully supportive of Xander when he's putting himself down.
Jack just kinda rolls with his new found kid, which is very Jack-like. But the "so, what do you do?" discussion at the end is cute.
Jack had just settled onto the couch with a cold beer, a bowl of chips and the remote control to watch the hockey game from the night before when the doorbell rang. He growled softly contemplating shouting for Daniel to answer it or just ignoring it. But Daniel was working on a priority translation for SG-7 and his mother had spent a lot of time drilling manners into his head. Heaving a sigh, he got to his feet ambling to the front door. It rang again just as he got there.
"Yeah, yeah," he groused opening the door and stopped. Jack felt like he'd been flung forty years into the past, to his early teens opening the door to find his favorite uncle waiting for him.
"Jack O'Neill?" The apparition spoke and suddenly he could see the differences between the young man in front of him and his long dead uncle. The most obvious being the eye patch covering his left eye.
"Are you Jack O'Neill?" The young man repeated frowning.
"Yeah. Yes, sorry. What can I do for you?"
"Sorry to bother you. My name is Xander Harris. My parents died in the Sunnydale quake last month." Xander waved off the condolences Jack automatically started to say. "Thanks. The reason I'm here is my mom left this for you. She had it stored in a bank in LA for some reason. Her Will asked that I get it to you so," Xander shrugged holding out the battered shoebox he'd had tucked under his arm, "here."
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Xander Harris, Faith
Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Categories: slash, slice of life
Warnings: reference to off-screen canon death
Word Count: 2200
Author on DW: none
Author's Website: AO3 Profile
Link to Fic: The Shoebox
Author's Summary:
Fulfilling the terms of his mother's Will brings Xander to the father he never knew about.
Why This Must Be Read:
I know there have been other variations of this kind of story; Jack being related to any part of the Buffy Scooby gang is a thing I've seen on and off over time. Not sure I've seen Jack as Xander's dad, but here you go!
I like Faith here, she's fully supportive of Xander when he's putting himself down.
Jack just kinda rolls with his new found kid, which is very Jack-like. But the "so, what do you do?" discussion at the end is cute.
Jack had just settled onto the couch with a cold beer, a bowl of chips and the remote control to watch the hockey game from the night before when the doorbell rang. He growled softly contemplating shouting for Daniel to answer it or just ignoring it. But Daniel was working on a priority translation for SG-7 and his mother had spent a lot of time drilling manners into his head. Heaving a sigh, he got to his feet ambling to the front door. It rang again just as he got there.
"Yeah, yeah," he groused opening the door and stopped. Jack felt like he'd been flung forty years into the past, to his early teens opening the door to find his favorite uncle waiting for him.
"Jack O'Neill?" The apparition spoke and suddenly he could see the differences between the young man in front of him and his long dead uncle. The most obvious being the eye patch covering his left eye.
"Are you Jack O'Neill?" The young man repeated frowning.
"Yeah. Yes, sorry. What can I do for you?"
"Sorry to bother you. My name is Xander Harris. My parents died in the Sunnydale quake last month." Xander waved off the condolences Jack automatically started to say. "Thanks. The reason I'm here is my mom left this for you. She had it stored in a bank in LA for some reason. Her Will asked that I get it to you so," Xander shrugged holding out the battered shoebox he'd had tucked under his arm, "here."
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Lastly, thank you for all of your wonderful recs as well as your own stories! You’re one of those fic authors I know I’m in for something good if your name is attached to it somehow.
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And thank you for the kind words! They are hugely appreciated!