True Foundations, by Scribe (PG15)
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stargateficrecTrue Foundations, by Scribe
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: Daniel and Jack Friendship
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal'c, Janet Fraiser, Major Coburn
Categories: Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Drama, Off-World, Friendship
Warnings: Some violence / language
Author's Journal: none
Author's Website: Daniel's Diaries (on the Wayback archive)
Link: True Foundations
Why This Must Be Read: In this epic adventure story, Jack and Daniel find themselves imprisoned, and involuntarily embroiled in a challenging, violent, and strategic underground war of sorts in which they do not always find themselves on the same side. With Jack injured and both of them at grave risk, they do the best they can to navigate the dangers which lurk around every corner. This story is set in season 4, following on from the relationship troubles in the episodes Shades of Grey and The Other Side ... here, Scribe artfully puts our boys in a situation where the life or death choice is between doing what's best for yourself versus what's best for the other person, asking (and answering) the question about the strength or weakness of the foundation for their friendship. Everything about this story - the world-building, the characters, the suspense - is amazing. It's a beautifully plotted, well written, classic adventure h/c fic. I hope you enjoy it.
"We'll be okay," I reply, forcing a confidence into my voice that I don't really feel.
"Will you now!" Migra sneers. "Personally I don't rate your chances of protecting the kid."
"Hey!" This time Daniel can't keep quiet. "I'm not a kid. And I don't need anyone's protection."
Migra laughs loudly before turning back to me, his voice serious. "I wager my accommodation against..." He considers for a moment, glances down at his feet and then looks at mine, "your boots that he's dead by the end of the week."
I glare at him as I see the blood drain from Daniel's face and repeat as defiantly as I dare, "We'll be fine."
"A week," Migra replies, wiggling one filthy toe through the hole in his shoe.
Daniel rounds on me as Migra steps out of the doorway. "Want to tell me what the hell is going on?"
I smile wanly. "Actually Daniel, I think hell is what we've stepped into. Welcome to prison."
.
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: Daniel and Jack Friendship
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal'c, Janet Fraiser, Major Coburn
Categories: Gen, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Drama, Off-World, Friendship
Warnings: Some violence / language
Author's Journal: none
Author's Website: Daniel's Diaries (on the Wayback archive)
Link: True Foundations
Why This Must Be Read: In this epic adventure story, Jack and Daniel find themselves imprisoned, and involuntarily embroiled in a challenging, violent, and strategic underground war of sorts in which they do not always find themselves on the same side. With Jack injured and both of them at grave risk, they do the best they can to navigate the dangers which lurk around every corner. This story is set in season 4, following on from the relationship troubles in the episodes Shades of Grey and The Other Side ... here, Scribe artfully puts our boys in a situation where the life or death choice is between doing what's best for yourself versus what's best for the other person, asking (and answering) the question about the strength or weakness of the foundation for their friendship. Everything about this story - the world-building, the characters, the suspense - is amazing. It's a beautifully plotted, well written, classic adventure h/c fic. I hope you enjoy it.
"We'll be okay," I reply, forcing a confidence into my voice that I don't really feel.
"Will you now!" Migra sneers. "Personally I don't rate your chances of protecting the kid."
"Hey!" This time Daniel can't keep quiet. "I'm not a kid. And I don't need anyone's protection."
Migra laughs loudly before turning back to me, his voice serious. "I wager my accommodation against..." He considers for a moment, glances down at his feet and then looks at mine, "your boots that he's dead by the end of the week."
I glare at him as I see the blood drain from Daniel's face and repeat as defiantly as I dare, "We'll be fine."
"A week," Migra replies, wiggling one filthy toe through the hole in his shoe.
Daniel rounds on me as Migra steps out of the doorway. "Want to tell me what the hell is going on?"
I smile wanly. "Actually Daniel, I think hell is what we've stepped into. Welcome to prison."
.
