Fostering Relations by Aelfgyfu (PG-13)
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stargateficrecRec Category: GEN
Pairing/Characters: None; team friendship; SG-1; Bill Lee; Janet Fraiser; POV (Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson alternating)
Category: Action/Adventure; Hurt/Comfort; Drama; Angst
Warning: mild language/violence
Author on LJ: Author not on LJ
Author's Website: http://aelfgyfu.com/MeadHall.html
Link to Story: Fostering Relations
Why this should be read:
It's a fantastic team adventure. All of the characters' voices are clear and distinct in this Season Seven tale. The banter and wit that makes us love our SG-1 team is here in razor sharp form.
Fans of Janet Fraiser and Bill Lee (like me!) are in for a special treat because the author treats these characters with the same care and distinctive voice as she treats the main cast. Siler and Hammond fans won't miss out either.
Canon events are seemlessly interwoven but the adventure itself is original. A friendly but cautious religious native culture with nothing on the surface that could be of interest...but scratching a bit farther in his translations with the priests, Daniel encounters knowledge of Telchak and his device...and after an accident, one of the characters becomes injured...more would be telling. ;-)
This may possibly classify under the genre of KidFic, but PLEASE those who usually run screaming from the concept (believe me, I am usually one of you) should still give this a chance, because Aelfgyfu gives it an awesome twist. Fans of the genre should also hopefully be happy for the comfort line which is sweet, but not overly sentimental. Oh, and even MacKenzie gets a fairer shake than what often happens in fandom.
Hurt, comfort, angst, action...and through this extensive (long) rich story, each character maintains a strong and believable perspective.
It was a beautiful garden, and it seemed cooler here than it had just outside it. Jack looked at the plants, but he didn't know much about plants. Carter knew more. Maybe he could show her the place later. He walked around the little brick paths laid out, staying close to Daniel, but Daniel appeared in no danger of anything worse than a sore throat from talking too much. And that wasn't very likely; the man could talk for days with hardly a break, it sometimes felt like. The garden was shady enough they weren't even at risk of a sunburn.
After Jack had walked the paths nearest Daniel for almost thirty minutes, Daniel broke off to say, "Jack, could you stop that?"
"What?"
"Pacing!"
"Gotta do something."
"Play solitaire or something."
"Didn't bring my cards."
Daniel sighed and went back to his conversation. Jack diplomatically decided to sit down on a nearby bench. He started rifling through his backpack.
Suddenly the priest became upset.
"Jack?" Daniel said mildly——in that dangerous mild voice that alerted Jack that he was in trouble.
"What now? I stopped walking!"
"Kudadad wondered what you were carrying."
"Okay."
"And he noticed that knife you just pulled out and put back into your bag."
"So?"
"It's a weapon. Weapons aren't allowed in temple precincts. Which this is. These are," Daniel amended. He walked over to Jack.
"So . . . what?"
"You have to leave. And take all our weapons." He pulled out his own knife, which the priest hadn't seen under his BDU jacket and which he could no doubt have kept concealed there, and his handgun.
"Are you nuts?"
"He's a priest. We're lucky he didn't just throw us both out! We violated the sacred precincts! He says their god is not an angry god, but still. . . ."
"Not angry? Some Goa'uld he is."
"I don't think this one's a Goa'uld."
"But you told me——"
"And I'm trying to get the story," Daniel said impatiently, handed Jack his own knife and handgun, "but I don't think he's going to say any more until you're gone. With all the weapons!"
"Hey, the P-90 and your handgun were in sight the whole time!"
"He didn't recognize them, Jack! They have knives, spears, and apparently something like a crossbow as weapons."
"But——"
"Look, the fact that he didn't recognize them as weapons shows that they don't have weapons like these."
"Did you see what a crossbow did to my shoulder a few years back?"
"That wasn't a crossbow, actually, that was a simple bow." Daniel obviously didn't realize he wasn't helping his own case with that one. "Jack, he doesn't recognize guns. He obviously hasn't seen a zat in use, or he'd have been suspicious of my gun. I doubt he's seen staff weapons; no one reacted to Teal'c's. We need to get the weapons out now." Daniel pleaded with him with his eyes as well as his voice. "Look, you can go stand just outside the garden and radio me as often as you like."
And so Jack found himself outside the garden, where there wasn't any shade, with the sun still fairly high in the sky, radioing Daniel every five minutes. He had to admit after the first fifteen minutes that he was doing that more out of pique than for security. He checked on Carter, too. She was having fun. He applied some more sunscreen and switched to every ten minutes, but Daniel was still not pleased, and it wasn't funny anymore.
Pairing/Characters: None; team friendship; SG-1; Bill Lee; Janet Fraiser; POV (Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson alternating)
Category: Action/Adventure; Hurt/Comfort; Drama; Angst
Warning: mild language/violence
Author on LJ: Author not on LJ
Author's Website: http://aelfgyfu.com/MeadHall.html
Link to Story: Fostering Relations
Why this should be read:
It's a fantastic team adventure. All of the characters' voices are clear and distinct in this Season Seven tale. The banter and wit that makes us love our SG-1 team is here in razor sharp form.
Fans of Janet Fraiser and Bill Lee (like me!) are in for a special treat because the author treats these characters with the same care and distinctive voice as she treats the main cast. Siler and Hammond fans won't miss out either.
Canon events are seemlessly interwoven but the adventure itself is original. A friendly but cautious religious native culture with nothing on the surface that could be of interest...but scratching a bit farther in his translations with the priests, Daniel encounters knowledge of Telchak and his device...and after an accident, one of the characters becomes injured...more would be telling. ;-)
This may possibly classify under the genre of KidFic, but PLEASE those who usually run screaming from the concept (believe me, I am usually one of you) should still give this a chance, because Aelfgyfu gives it an awesome twist. Fans of the genre should also hopefully be happy for the comfort line which is sweet, but not overly sentimental. Oh, and even MacKenzie gets a fairer shake than what often happens in fandom.
Hurt, comfort, angst, action...and through this extensive (long) rich story, each character maintains a strong and believable perspective.
It was a beautiful garden, and it seemed cooler here than it had just outside it. Jack looked at the plants, but he didn't know much about plants. Carter knew more. Maybe he could show her the place later. He walked around the little brick paths laid out, staying close to Daniel, but Daniel appeared in no danger of anything worse than a sore throat from talking too much. And that wasn't very likely; the man could talk for days with hardly a break, it sometimes felt like. The garden was shady enough they weren't even at risk of a sunburn.
After Jack had walked the paths nearest Daniel for almost thirty minutes, Daniel broke off to say, "Jack, could you stop that?"
"What?"
"Pacing!"
"Gotta do something."
"Play solitaire or something."
"Didn't bring my cards."
Daniel sighed and went back to his conversation. Jack diplomatically decided to sit down on a nearby bench. He started rifling through his backpack.
Suddenly the priest became upset.
"Jack?" Daniel said mildly——in that dangerous mild voice that alerted Jack that he was in trouble.
"What now? I stopped walking!"
"Kudadad wondered what you were carrying."
"Okay."
"And he noticed that knife you just pulled out and put back into your bag."
"So?"
"It's a weapon. Weapons aren't allowed in temple precincts. Which this is. These are," Daniel amended. He walked over to Jack.
"So . . . what?"
"You have to leave. And take all our weapons." He pulled out his own knife, which the priest hadn't seen under his BDU jacket and which he could no doubt have kept concealed there, and his handgun.
"Are you nuts?"
"He's a priest. We're lucky he didn't just throw us both out! We violated the sacred precincts! He says their god is not an angry god, but still. . . ."
"Not angry? Some Goa'uld he is."
"I don't think this one's a Goa'uld."
"But you told me——"
"And I'm trying to get the story," Daniel said impatiently, handed Jack his own knife and handgun, "but I don't think he's going to say any more until you're gone. With all the weapons!"
"Hey, the P-90 and your handgun were in sight the whole time!"
"He didn't recognize them, Jack! They have knives, spears, and apparently something like a crossbow as weapons."
"But——"
"Look, the fact that he didn't recognize them as weapons shows that they don't have weapons like these."
"Did you see what a crossbow did to my shoulder a few years back?"
"That wasn't a crossbow, actually, that was a simple bow." Daniel obviously didn't realize he wasn't helping his own case with that one. "Jack, he doesn't recognize guns. He obviously hasn't seen a zat in use, or he'd have been suspicious of my gun. I doubt he's seen staff weapons; no one reacted to Teal'c's. We need to get the weapons out now." Daniel pleaded with him with his eyes as well as his voice. "Look, you can go stand just outside the garden and radio me as often as you like."
And so Jack found himself outside the garden, where there wasn't any shade, with the sun still fairly high in the sky, radioing Daniel every five minutes. He had to admit after the first fifteen minutes that he was doing that more out of pique than for security. He checked on Carter, too. She was having fun. He applied some more sunscreen and switched to every ten minutes, but Daniel was still not pleased, and it wasn't funny anymore.
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