As Canon Sees It by Tarimanveri (G)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Sam Carter
Pairing: none
Category: Sam/Teal'c friendship
Warning: none
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tarimanveri
Author's Website: unknown
Link: http://community.livejournal.com/samcarterfic/11993.html#cutid1
Why This Must Be Read: This is a nice little fic that highlights Sam's friendship with Teal'c in light of the difficult changes she is going through as she and her friends part ways (Fic takes place at the end of Season 8/start of Season 9.) It's sweet, but painful, yet still manages to capture that spirit of hope.
“Teal’c, come in,” she said. She wondered if once she left, she would ever be close enough to anyone again that she would be able to recognize them by their knock at her door.
“Colonel Carter.” Teal’c, resplendent in his Jaffa robes, stepped into the room and inclined his head toward her, his face alight, as it had been since the Jaffa victory on Dakara, with satisfaction and vindication. Her heart sank.
“Teal’c,” she said again. Maybe he hadn’t sensed anything. Maybe she was the only one who hadn’t found a way to move on. She turned her attention back to her computer screen, away from his glow of triumph. She felt his gaze on her and her neck prickled uncomfortably.
“Colonel Carter,” Teal’c repeated. “You are preoccupied. Should I return at another time?”
Sam didn’t look up. “It’s fine, Teal’c,” she mumbled. “What do you want?”
“I have come on behalf of the Jaffa council,” said Teal’c. Sam tried and failed to stifle a tiny sigh. “They wish…” he continued and faltered. A note of concern crept into his voice. “What is troubling you, Colonel Carter?”
“Nothing,” said Sam, calling up her model of the base systems and watching the energy pulse through her quiescent mock-‘Gate.
“Look at me, Colonel Carter,” said Teal’c. “Are you unhappy with your decision to take the position at Area 51?”
Sam looked up. The triumph was still there in Teal’c’s face, and she doubted that anything she could do would extinguish it, but now it was overlaid with care. She sighed again. Teal’c was still Teal’c, and the problem was her own insecurity.
Pairing: none
Category: Sam/Teal'c friendship
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
tarimanveriAuthor's Website: unknown
Link: http://community.livejournal.com/samcarterfic/11993.html#cutid1
Why This Must Be Read: This is a nice little fic that highlights Sam's friendship with Teal'c in light of the difficult changes she is going through as she and her friends part ways (Fic takes place at the end of Season 8/start of Season 9.) It's sweet, but painful, yet still manages to capture that spirit of hope.
“Teal’c, come in,” she said. She wondered if once she left, she would ever be close enough to anyone again that she would be able to recognize them by their knock at her door.
“Colonel Carter.” Teal’c, resplendent in his Jaffa robes, stepped into the room and inclined his head toward her, his face alight, as it had been since the Jaffa victory on Dakara, with satisfaction and vindication. Her heart sank.
“Teal’c,” she said again. Maybe he hadn’t sensed anything. Maybe she was the only one who hadn’t found a way to move on. She turned her attention back to her computer screen, away from his glow of triumph. She felt his gaze on her and her neck prickled uncomfortably.
“Colonel Carter,” Teal’c repeated. “You are preoccupied. Should I return at another time?”
Sam didn’t look up. “It’s fine, Teal’c,” she mumbled. “What do you want?”
“I have come on behalf of the Jaffa council,” said Teal’c. Sam tried and failed to stifle a tiny sigh. “They wish…” he continued and faltered. A note of concern crept into his voice. “What is troubling you, Colonel Carter?”
“Nothing,” said Sam, calling up her model of the base systems and watching the energy pulse through her quiescent mock-‘Gate.
“Look at me, Colonel Carter,” said Teal’c. “Are you unhappy with your decision to take the position at Area 51?”
Sam looked up. The triumph was still there in Teal’c’s face, and she doubted that anything she could do would extinguish it, but now it was overlaid with care. She sighed again. Teal’c was still Teal’c, and the problem was her own insecurity.
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