Clone Alone by Tafkar (PG)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Angst
Pairing: Jack/Daniel, Daniel/Paul Davis
Category: Angst, Slash, Character death
Warning: Slash, Character death, Language
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Author's Website: http://www.tafkar.net/
Link: http://www.tafkar.net/clonealone.html
Why This Must Be Read: This rec goes with the previous one -- Tafkar took the angstiest part of the second chapter of Danvers' Clone Series and remixed it from Daniel's POV, dialing the angst up to eleven. It's the perfect companion piece to the other fic, beautifully realized, and will rip your heart out. Don't even think of reading this without a full box of Kleenex handy.
Excerpt (*SPOILER*):
He was still working on the translation for SG-7, his back to the door, when he felt a presence in his office, a familiar one. He looked up at the blank wall. “Jack?” he said. He was used to feeling Jack’s ghost in the room, by now.
“Daniel,” Jack’s voice said.
He’d felt Jack’s presence, but Jack had never spoken before. He turned and looked – and there was Jack, hair a little long, but otherwise looking even better than he had on the day he died.
He couldn’t breathe. “Oh my god.” It was him. It was him. He wasn’t really dead. Maybe it was like that time with Sha’re, or Shifu, where he’d lived a year of his life that never actually happened.
“No, just me,” Jack said, with an airy wave of his hand, as if they’d only seen each other a few minutes ago. Daniel suddenly noticed the little changes – it wasn’t just that Jack’s hair was longer; it had no gray, and all the wrinkles in his face had somehow been ironed out.
It wasn’t his Jack. It was the clone. Caffeine, sugar and work had kept him up all night, and he’d been caught unawares.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel, Daniel/Paul Davis
Category: Angst, Slash, Character death
Warning: Slash, Character death, Language
Author on LJ:
tafkarfanficAuthor's Website: http://www.tafkar.net/
Link: http://www.tafkar.net/clonealone.html
Why This Must Be Read: This rec goes with the previous one -- Tafkar took the angstiest part of the second chapter of Danvers' Clone Series and remixed it from Daniel's POV, dialing the angst up to eleven. It's the perfect companion piece to the other fic, beautifully realized, and will rip your heart out. Don't even think of reading this without a full box of Kleenex handy.
Excerpt (*SPOILER*):
He was still working on the translation for SG-7, his back to the door, when he felt a presence in his office, a familiar one. He looked up at the blank wall. “Jack?” he said. He was used to feeling Jack’s ghost in the room, by now.
“Daniel,” Jack’s voice said.
He’d felt Jack’s presence, but Jack had never spoken before. He turned and looked – and there was Jack, hair a little long, but otherwise looking even better than he had on the day he died.
He couldn’t breathe. “Oh my god.” It was him. It was him. He wasn’t really dead. Maybe it was like that time with Sha’re, or Shifu, where he’d lived a year of his life that never actually happened.
“No, just me,” Jack said, with an airy wave of his hand, as if they’d only seen each other a few minutes ago. Daniel suddenly noticed the little changes – it wasn’t just that Jack’s hair was longer; it had no gray, and all the wrinkles in his face had somehow been ironed out.
It wasn’t his Jack. It was the clone. Caffeine, sugar and work had kept him up all night, and he’d been caught unawares.
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