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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Team
Characters: Cameron Mitchell, Samantha Carter, Vala Mal Doran, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, Jack O'Neill
Categories: gen, humor, prison breaks
Warnings: none
Author's Journal: unknown
Author's Website:![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
iwillalwaysknowyou
Link: The Sun Started It (Again)
Why This Must Be Read: I always love a good prison break fic. And this one, which is post S10 but includes Jack, is a delightful addition to the genre that proves that SG-1 glee never, ever gets old!
“It wasn’t my fault,” Daniel hurried to declare. When Jack arched his eyebrows, he threw his hands up, “It wasn’t!”
“It was Sam’s fault, technically.” Vala slung an arm around the colonel’s shoulders, “But it was an honest mistake. Anyone could’ve blown up that sun.”
Jack opened his mouth. “You blew up…?”
“It was an accident!”
“It was just a small sun,” Vala consoled. “And very far away. And it was Daniel who mistranslated the instructions on the darth star cannon.”
“I didn’t mistranslate—”
“The correct analogy, Vala Mal Doran, is the Death Star—”
“—I told you it was a weird dialect, and I needed more time to make it out, but—”
“—and in fact the alien weapon was not a cannon, and it was located on the surface of P4W889, not on a space station—”
“Alright!” Jack waved his hands. “Carter blew up a sun, someone got mad, they tossed you on this rock. Got it.”
Rec Category: Team
Characters: Cameron Mitchell, Samantha Carter, Vala Mal Doran, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, Jack O'Neill
Categories: gen, humor, prison breaks
Warnings: none
Author's Journal: unknown
Author's Website:
Link: The Sun Started It (Again)
Why This Must Be Read: I always love a good prison break fic. And this one, which is post S10 but includes Jack, is a delightful addition to the genre that proves that SG-1 glee never, ever gets old!
“It wasn’t my fault,” Daniel hurried to declare. When Jack arched his eyebrows, he threw his hands up, “It wasn’t!”
“It was Sam’s fault, technically.” Vala slung an arm around the colonel’s shoulders, “But it was an honest mistake. Anyone could’ve blown up that sun.”
Jack opened his mouth. “You blew up…?”
“It was an accident!”
“It was just a small sun,” Vala consoled. “And very far away. And it was Daniel who mistranslated the instructions on the darth star cannon.”
“I didn’t mistranslate—”
“The correct analogy, Vala Mal Doran, is the Death Star—”
“—I told you it was a weird dialect, and I needed more time to make it out, but—”
“—and in fact the alien weapon was not a cannon, and it was located on the surface of P4W889, not on a space station—”
“Alright!” Jack waved his hands. “Carter blew up a sun, someone got mad, they tossed you on this rock. Got it.”
