What Goes Around, by Teand (PG-13 / NC-17)

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What Goes Around, by Teand

Show: SG-1
Rec Category: SG-1 Off-World
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal'c
Pairings: Jack / Daniel (plus one isolated Sam / Teal'c non-explicit / implied interaction)
Categories: Slash, Action/Adventure, Humour, Team
Warnings: Not really a warning, but more of an explanation for the imprecise rating info above ... For the most part this fic plays as a delightful PG-13, with the exception of a frank NC-17 scene in 'part two' (the author rates this fic as being "NC-17 eventually")
Author's Journal: teand (not current), or teand on livejournal (also not current)
Author's Website: fanfiction index on livejournal
Teand on Area 52, via the wayback archive
Link: What Goes Around

Why This Must Be Read: I suggest you read this, because, well ... because it is a total hoot.

A few plotline highlights: Off-world, SG-1 encounters an extremely welcoming, cheerful bunch of folks. Daniel isn't allowed caffeine (for health reasons). There's a dunk-tank. The team attend a party (over-imbibing ensues). Everyone makes new friends. Oh, and there may be monsters in the woods. And all throughout, Teand's witty, snappy writing sucks the reader in and won't let go. Not much makes me laugh out loud, but this one sure does. Peebles!


"Just can't understand why we're not allowed to do the diplomatic thing anymore," Jack muttered picking up the radio. Sam visibly resisted the urge to take it from him. He turned it on, got either a burst of static or some remarkably bad music, and asked as he turned it off again, "Are we in any danger if we stay?"

"They have a militia but no standing army," Teal'c said from his position at the window. "Their weapons are primitive."

"Small population base, whole world to spread out in – once the raiders stopped coming, they had no enemies and no reason to make enemies of each other," Daniel expanded on Teal'c's observation.

Jack snorted. "Oh there are always reasons to make enemies."

Daniel bit back a sarcastic 'you should know', recognizing, even through his caffeine headache that it would be uncalled for. Accurate enough perhaps, but a little mean. Dragging his pack across the green on green patterned carpet he rummaged for his lozenges and settled for a terse: "Granted. But with an entire planet at your disposal, it's easier just to walk away. And most of the time that seems to have happened," he added conscientiously as he dug through the outside pockets. "Bottom line, these people don't tend to pick violence as their first option."

"And they were remarkably lucky to get have half a dozen innovative thinkers in a single generation. It pushed their technology level ahead without the impetus of war." Sam's eyes were gleaming. "Their industrial revolution happened essentially overnight."

"And speaking of overnight..." Jack dropped his feet down off the already scuffed low table he'd been using a footstool. "...do we stay?"

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