The Fourth Kingdom by Synecdochic (PG)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack/Daniel
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: pre-slash
Warning: Sex, Language
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synecdochic
Author's Website: http://www.kekkai.org/synecdochic/sg1/main.html
Link: http://synecdochic.livejournal.com/73342.html
Why This Must Be Read: A "public disclosure" dystopia -- if the Asgard hadn't come in Lost City, and Anubis had attacked Earth's cities, and Kinsey had been able to step into the power vacuum left in the wake of the damage to Earth. This is a frightening look at what an ideologue like Kinsey could do against Daniel's best intentions, and the blowback that would send the members of SG-1 fleeing into hiding. Five years later, Jack is still looking for Daniel.
Excerpt:
It's frustratingly slow going, but he's spent so much time overseas that if he weren't with the Praise Corps, Homeland Security would have revoked his citizenship years ago. These days, when you leave, you leave for good.
Jack murmurs words polished bone-dry with repetition, a handful of carefully-memorized verses he can shuffle out beneath his fingers for audiences of sunken-eyed, gaunt children. He palms antibiotics and analgesics from the Corps pharmacy when he gets the chance, slips them to the MSF workers who labor on, grimly, underfunded and undersupplied. They've been trying to contradict the Corps propganda for a while, but nobody's listening.
This is life after the War: broken days of crawling through refugee camps, searching for the one face he's almost forgetting to remember, paying lip service to a God he stopped believing in long ago and bearing witness to how His power stopped the false gods called down upon Earth by the criminal actions of a misguided few. For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night. He'll keep looking forever, if he has to, or until his new papers don't stand up anymore and they come for him like they almost came for Carter, or until the day one rumor leads to another and he can find what he's looking for.
Jack's been a lot of things, but he's never been a war criminal before. It's not even any comfort knowing he's not top on the list. Not when he hasn't seen the man who is anywhere in five years but in newspapers and on television, the media endlessly replaying those two disastrous interviews, that slightly baffled smile perpetually rewinding across the most famous face in the world.
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Category: pre-slash
Warning: Sex, Language
Author on LJ:
synecdochicAuthor's Website: http://www.kekkai.org/synecdochic/sg1/main.html
Link: http://synecdochic.livejournal.com/73342.html
Why This Must Be Read: A "public disclosure" dystopia -- if the Asgard hadn't come in Lost City, and Anubis had attacked Earth's cities, and Kinsey had been able to step into the power vacuum left in the wake of the damage to Earth. This is a frightening look at what an ideologue like Kinsey could do against Daniel's best intentions, and the blowback that would send the members of SG-1 fleeing into hiding. Five years later, Jack is still looking for Daniel.
Excerpt:
It's frustratingly slow going, but he's spent so much time overseas that if he weren't with the Praise Corps, Homeland Security would have revoked his citizenship years ago. These days, when you leave, you leave for good.
Jack murmurs words polished bone-dry with repetition, a handful of carefully-memorized verses he can shuffle out beneath his fingers for audiences of sunken-eyed, gaunt children. He palms antibiotics and analgesics from the Corps pharmacy when he gets the chance, slips them to the MSF workers who labor on, grimly, underfunded and undersupplied. They've been trying to contradict the Corps propganda for a while, but nobody's listening.
This is life after the War: broken days of crawling through refugee camps, searching for the one face he's almost forgetting to remember, paying lip service to a God he stopped believing in long ago and bearing witness to how His power stopped the false gods called down upon Earth by the criminal actions of a misguided few. For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night. He'll keep looking forever, if he has to, or until his new papers don't stand up anymore and they come for him like they almost came for Carter, or until the day one rumor leads to another and he can find what he's looking for.
Jack's been a lot of things, but he's never been a war criminal before. It's not even any comfort knowing he's not top on the list. Not when he hasn't seen the man who is anywhere in five years but in newspapers and on television, the media endlessly replaying those two disastrous interviews, that slightly baffled smile perpetually rewinding across the most famous face in the world.
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