To Touch the Edge of Peace by Ayiana (G)
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Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Pairing: very mild Sam/Jack UST
Category: Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, angst, Charlie O'Neill, Sam and Jack friendship
Warning: none
Author on LJ
ayiana2
Author's Website: The Porch
Link: To Touch the Edge of Peace
Why This Must Be Read: This quiet, understated little story packs a powerful emotional punch. Jack returns to Colorado and enlists Sam's help in finding something he left behind in storage - of course hidden somewhere among a mess of unlabeled boxes.
ayiana2 gives us subtly wonderful Sam and Jack characterization and a glimpse into the life Jack had before Charlie's death, as well as an understanding of how he's dealing with that tragedy, all these years later.
The author labels this fic as straddling the line between ship and gen and she's right. I'm comfortable calling it gen, but there is certainly UST there if you want it, but no more than you get on the show itself.
She sighed. He'd left for Washington in a hurry; she knew that. There hadn't been time to pack neatly or even - she squinted at the boxes - to label. "Tell me again what we're looking for."
"Carved wooden box," he drew a shape with his hands. "About this big."
"The one you used to keep in your locker?"
But he shook his head. "Same size. Different box."
"Antique, then?"
"Maybe. I don't really know."
"What's inside?"
He looked at her, took a breath. "Can we just find it?"
His tense shoulders and closed expression didn’t tell her much about what he was thinking, but they did tell her not to push.
She nodded. "Sure."
Pairing: very mild Sam/Jack UST
Category: Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, angst, Charlie O'Neill, Sam and Jack friendship
Warning: none
Author on LJ
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Author's Website: The Porch
Link: To Touch the Edge of Peace
Why This Must Be Read: This quiet, understated little story packs a powerful emotional punch. Jack returns to Colorado and enlists Sam's help in finding something he left behind in storage - of course hidden somewhere among a mess of unlabeled boxes.
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The author labels this fic as straddling the line between ship and gen and she's right. I'm comfortable calling it gen, but there is certainly UST there if you want it, but no more than you get on the show itself.
She sighed. He'd left for Washington in a hurry; she knew that. There hadn't been time to pack neatly or even - she squinted at the boxes - to label. "Tell me again what we're looking for."
"Carved wooden box," he drew a shape with his hands. "About this big."
"The one you used to keep in your locker?"
But he shook his head. "Same size. Different box."
"Antique, then?"
"Maybe. I don't really know."
"What's inside?"
He looked at her, took a breath. "Can we just find it?"
His tense shoulders and closed expression didn’t tell her much about what he was thinking, but they did tell her not to push.
She nodded. "Sure."
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Date: 2007-05-21 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-21 12:11 pm (UTC)And you gave us good Jack backstory involving Charlie - of course it had to be recced! :)