Echoes of Autumn by Moonshayde (PG-13)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack & Daniel Friendship
Pairing: none
Category: Friendship, Drama, Angst, Action/Adventure
Warning: Mild language, violence, adult themes
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moonshayde
Author's Website: http://www.geocities.com/celtic_mysts/
Link: http://www.geocities.com/celtic_mysts/Echoes_of_Autumn.html
Why This Must Be Read: This story is completely heartbreaking and beautiful. If you read one SG-1 fanfic this year, read this one. It's intriguing, complicated, and constantly challenging. I was genuinely surprised by the conclusion of this one.
This is a long one and entirely worth the time. Read it.
Jack glared at the phone, pressing down hard on the number three again, waiting impatiently for the phone to dial and connect.
Nothing. Just the same message assaulted him again.
Slowly, Jack placed the cell phone on the sink, giving himself a moment to think. Maybe Daniel hadn't paid his bill. It wouldn't have been the first time the absent-minded man had skipped on his payments.
But this wasn't his home phone. This was his cell phone. His work cell phone.
Cursing under his breath, Jack quickly dialed Carter's cell, starting to feel uneasy as he paced the bathroom floor. The room was becoming warm, balmy, to the point where Jack thought he'd even pass out. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he leaned over to the shower, and shut off the water.
Looks like that shower would have to wait.
"The number you have dialed is no longer in service."
"What the hell?" Jack swore, gripping the phone tightly.
Was someone messing with him? Had something gone down over night? A set-up, maybe? Jack wouldn't be surprised if Kinsey was up to his old tricks again.
Jack breathed out, bracing himself as he clutched the sink. He fought to keep his head clear, unnerved over the fact he still felt hazy, and even a little light. Inhaling sharply, he rubbed at his side. He would grab something fast to eat, and then get down to the SGC to see what the hell was happening.
Pairing: none
Category: Friendship, Drama, Angst, Action/Adventure
Warning: Mild language, violence, adult themes
Author on LJ:
moonshaydeAuthor's Website: http://www.geocities.com/celtic_mysts/
Link: http://www.geocities.com/celtic_mysts/Echoes_of_Autumn.html
Why This Must Be Read: This story is completely heartbreaking and beautiful. If you read one SG-1 fanfic this year, read this one. It's intriguing, complicated, and constantly challenging. I was genuinely surprised by the conclusion of this one.
This is a long one and entirely worth the time. Read it.
Jack glared at the phone, pressing down hard on the number three again, waiting impatiently for the phone to dial and connect.
Nothing. Just the same message assaulted him again.
Slowly, Jack placed the cell phone on the sink, giving himself a moment to think. Maybe Daniel hadn't paid his bill. It wouldn't have been the first time the absent-minded man had skipped on his payments.
But this wasn't his home phone. This was his cell phone. His work cell phone.
Cursing under his breath, Jack quickly dialed Carter's cell, starting to feel uneasy as he paced the bathroom floor. The room was becoming warm, balmy, to the point where Jack thought he'd even pass out. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he leaned over to the shower, and shut off the water.
Looks like that shower would have to wait.
"The number you have dialed is no longer in service."
"What the hell?" Jack swore, gripping the phone tightly.
Was someone messing with him? Had something gone down over night? A set-up, maybe? Jack wouldn't be surprised if Kinsey was up to his old tricks again.
Jack breathed out, bracing himself as he clutched the sink. He fought to keep his head clear, unnerved over the fact he still felt hazy, and even a little light. Inhaling sharply, he rubbed at his side. He would grab something fast to eat, and then get down to the SGC to see what the hell was happening.
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Date: 2005-10-28 09:33 pm (UTC)