"Acceleration" by annerbhp (M)
Apr. 1st, 2007 07:06 pm*waves* This month I shall be tackling the wonderful world of AU fic - which to me means loverly loverly apocafic :D There's nothing quite like destroying the world and then writing about it!
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Pairing: Daniel/Vala
Categories: AU, angst, apocafic, daniel/vala, SG1
Warning: vague violence and sexuality
Author on LJ:
annerbhp
Author's Website: Annerb Fic
Link: "Acceleration"
Why This Must Be Read:
Written for the
spacepirate_fic ficathon, this is a fantastic fic that captures the subtle melancholy that is always present in any apocafic scenario.
Daniel's lingering guilt over the Ori invasion is finely shown, as he slowly loses hope and confidence. He is drowning in memories but living only for the present. The feeling of being hunted, of never having time to rest drives this fic, but most of all it's the way that
annerbhp draws out the dark side of an apocalyptic event.
A Teeny Extract
The ship isn’t large, but it flies, mostly. Vala flitters about, poking in and out of panels and running her fingers along ledges, wrinkling her nose in picturesque disgust at the untidy conditions. Harrod watches her, a fond, befuddled look on his face.
A weighted lead case hangs from Daniel’s arm, holding a small fortune of dummy naquadah. One of Vala’s oldest tricks.
They agree on a price.
“Hallowed are the Ori,” Harrod proudly proclaims as he grabs for Daniel’s hand.
Vala replies in kind, her eyes sparkling, but Daniel freezes, Harrod’s sweaty palm in his own. Thick tendrils of faith rise out of the man reaching ever higher.
Daniel’s hand jerks.
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Pairing: Daniel/Vala
Categories: AU, angst, apocafic, daniel/vala, SG1
Warning: vague violence and sexuality
Author on LJ:
Author's Website: Annerb Fic
Link: "Acceleration"
Why This Must Be Read:
Written for the
Daniel's lingering guilt over the Ori invasion is finely shown, as he slowly loses hope and confidence. He is drowning in memories but living only for the present. The feeling of being hunted, of never having time to rest drives this fic, but most of all it's the way that
A Teeny Extract
The ship isn’t large, but it flies, mostly. Vala flitters about, poking in and out of panels and running her fingers along ledges, wrinkling her nose in picturesque disgust at the untidy conditions. Harrod watches her, a fond, befuddled look on his face.
A weighted lead case hangs from Daniel’s arm, holding a small fortune of dummy naquadah. One of Vala’s oldest tricks.
They agree on a price.
“Hallowed are the Ori,” Harrod proudly proclaims as he grabs for Daniel’s hand.
Vala replies in kind, her eyes sparkling, but Daniel freezes, Harrod’s sweaty palm in his own. Thick tendrils of faith rise out of the man reaching ever higher.
Daniel’s hand jerks.