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stargateficrecRec Category: Gen
Pairing: none
Category: episode related, AU, Sam and Daniel Friendship, Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Teal'c, gen, team
Warning: none
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sg_fignewton
Author's Website: her LJ fic tag
Link: In Search of Possibilites
Why This Must Be Read:
This fantastic story was written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sd_ficathon and contains just about everything you could want in a good, solid gen fic. Fig Newton gives us wonderful Sam and Daniel friendship, some great team moments and a brilliant puzzle to solve, all in a very sci-fi SG-1 adventure. She ends with posing some deep philosophical questions that leave the reader thinking.
After "Double Jeopardy" the team investigates a planet mentioned in Cronus's computer and finds a Goa'uld research lab with an entrance guarded by a complex puzzle that requires both Sam and Daniel's expertise to solve. By the time the storm clouds roll away, the reader is left with a creative story and an exploration of what it means to be Sam, Daniel, and SG-1.
I'm so gladsg_fignewton has expanded her role as a reccer into also providing us with fic to rec. Maybe if we feed her enough, she'll give us more stories as good as this one.
The cable swung gently, and Sam’s harness twisted in response. She irritably wrenched herself back into position, grabbing Daniel’s shoulder with her free hand for balance. Startled, he fumbled the brush in his hand, but a quick moment of juggling prevented it from falling into the shaft below.
“Sorry,” Sam muttered. With no free hand to reach for her radio, she tipped her head upwards and shouted, “Teal’c, I’m shifting again!”
The cable jerked once more, then stabilized. “The weather is growing worse, Major Carter,” Teal’c’s voice floated down. “I believe it would be wise of you and Daniel Jackson to finish as quickly as possible.”
“Copy that!” Sam called back.
“Daniel Jackson would like to finish as quickly as possible, too,” Daniel said through gritted teeth. Warily, he reached forward and dabbed the brush into the crevices of the rock, freeing grit and sand. The dust and debris fell in a steady trickle, winking in the beam of Sam’s maglight before disappearing into the darkness.
“You’re doing fine,” she said encouragingly. “That’s the last part of this line. What comes next?”
“Well, you’ll have to tell me, won’t you?” He tucked the brush into the pocket of his vest, then leaned forward in his own harness to blow gently into the crevice, freeing the last bits of dust. Then he shifted back against her for a clearer look. “Okay, run your light across the line for me. Right to left, don’t forget.”
“Got it.” She aimed the strong light at the right-most glyph and slowly panned across the line as Daniel translated aloud. When he was finished, he glanced back at her, raising his brows at her questioningly.
“Go back and read that last part again,” Sam said, frowning a little.
Daniel repeated his translation. “You could try using aspect in place of attitude, if it helps,” he suggested. He let out a frustrated breath. “It would be easier if Atropus used either pure Goa’uld or pure Linear A, instead of this awful mixture of both.”
“No, no, that’s useful,” Sam said almost absently as she tried to picture the formula in her mind. “That would put us… Hm. Okay, six degrees west. And lower by three times seven –”
“Pous,” Daniel supplied.
“Right, okay. And that translates into thirty point eight four centimeters, so…” She made a rapid calculation, then took her hand off Daniel’s shoulder to trigger her radio. “Teal’c, we need to move one point four one meters to the west, and six point four eight meters down. You copy?”
“I do, Major Carter. I am activating the winch now.”
After a moment, the cables jerked and began to move, first to their left and then downwards. Sam watched the shudder that visibly traveled through Daniel’s shoulders, and she squeezed his upper arm in reassurance.
“This will probably be the last one,” she said. “We’ve done six, and you said there will probably be seven, right?”
“Yeah.” She was glad to hear that his voice was calm. “Well, either seven or nine. Let’s hope Atropus didn’t have her own ideas about lucky numbers that aren’t part of Greek mythology.”
They both fell silent, then, as Teal’c carefully maneuvered them into the right position. She could hear the faint thrumming of the generator that powered the winch, but the rising whistle of the wind blowing across the top of the shaft, far above their heads, was steadily growing stronger.
The radio crackled. “How’s it going, kids?” The colonel’s voice was brisk, but it carried undertones of unease and concern.
Daniel reached for his own radio to reply. “It looks like we’re getting close to the finish line, Jack,” he reported. “Hopefully, we’ve got one more line for me to translate and for Sam to calculate. Then we’ll finally get a chance to see just what Atropus was hiding from Cronus here.” And get out of this shaft. Sam could hear the unspoken addition as clearly as if Daniel had actually voiced it.
“Make it as fast as you can. That storm front is coming up in a hurry. I don’t want you two still in there when it hits.”
“Neither do I,” Daniel said fervently, just as they jerked to a stop. “Believe me, we’re working as quickly as possible. We have to take the time to do it right, though, or risk getting the combination wrong.”
“Well, I’d offer to help, Daniel, but it’s all–”
“Don’t say it, Jack. Please.” Daniel gave a long-suffering sigh. “You’re still by the door, right?”
“Yes, Daniel.” The drawl sounded amused. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me where to go.”
“Jack, if you keep feeding me straight lines like that, I’ll –”
“Major Carter and Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c’s voice cut in. “You should now be placed to continue.”
Pairing: none
Category: episode related, AU, Sam and Daniel Friendship, Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Teal'c, gen, team
Warning: none
Author on LJ
sg_fignewtonAuthor's Website: her LJ fic tag
Link: In Search of Possibilites
Why This Must Be Read:
This fantastic story was written for the
sd_ficathon and contains just about everything you could want in a good, solid gen fic. Fig Newton gives us wonderful Sam and Daniel friendship, some great team moments and a brilliant puzzle to solve, all in a very sci-fi SG-1 adventure. She ends with posing some deep philosophical questions that leave the reader thinking.After "Double Jeopardy" the team investigates a planet mentioned in Cronus's computer and finds a Goa'uld research lab with an entrance guarded by a complex puzzle that requires both Sam and Daniel's expertise to solve. By the time the storm clouds roll away, the reader is left with a creative story and an exploration of what it means to be Sam, Daniel, and SG-1.
I'm so glad
sg_fignewton has expanded her role as a reccer into also providing us with fic to rec. Maybe if we feed her enough, she'll give us more stories as good as this one.The cable swung gently, and Sam’s harness twisted in response. She irritably wrenched herself back into position, grabbing Daniel’s shoulder with her free hand for balance. Startled, he fumbled the brush in his hand, but a quick moment of juggling prevented it from falling into the shaft below.
“Sorry,” Sam muttered. With no free hand to reach for her radio, she tipped her head upwards and shouted, “Teal’c, I’m shifting again!”
The cable jerked once more, then stabilized. “The weather is growing worse, Major Carter,” Teal’c’s voice floated down. “I believe it would be wise of you and Daniel Jackson to finish as quickly as possible.”
“Copy that!” Sam called back.
“Daniel Jackson would like to finish as quickly as possible, too,” Daniel said through gritted teeth. Warily, he reached forward and dabbed the brush into the crevices of the rock, freeing grit and sand. The dust and debris fell in a steady trickle, winking in the beam of Sam’s maglight before disappearing into the darkness.
“You’re doing fine,” she said encouragingly. “That’s the last part of this line. What comes next?”
“Well, you’ll have to tell me, won’t you?” He tucked the brush into the pocket of his vest, then leaned forward in his own harness to blow gently into the crevice, freeing the last bits of dust. Then he shifted back against her for a clearer look. “Okay, run your light across the line for me. Right to left, don’t forget.”
“Got it.” She aimed the strong light at the right-most glyph and slowly panned across the line as Daniel translated aloud. When he was finished, he glanced back at her, raising his brows at her questioningly.
“Go back and read that last part again,” Sam said, frowning a little.
Daniel repeated his translation. “You could try using aspect in place of attitude, if it helps,” he suggested. He let out a frustrated breath. “It would be easier if Atropus used either pure Goa’uld or pure Linear A, instead of this awful mixture of both.”
“No, no, that’s useful,” Sam said almost absently as she tried to picture the formula in her mind. “That would put us… Hm. Okay, six degrees west. And lower by three times seven –”
“Pous,” Daniel supplied.
“Right, okay. And that translates into thirty point eight four centimeters, so…” She made a rapid calculation, then took her hand off Daniel’s shoulder to trigger her radio. “Teal’c, we need to move one point four one meters to the west, and six point four eight meters down. You copy?”
“I do, Major Carter. I am activating the winch now.”
After a moment, the cables jerked and began to move, first to their left and then downwards. Sam watched the shudder that visibly traveled through Daniel’s shoulders, and she squeezed his upper arm in reassurance.
“This will probably be the last one,” she said. “We’ve done six, and you said there will probably be seven, right?”
“Yeah.” She was glad to hear that his voice was calm. “Well, either seven or nine. Let’s hope Atropus didn’t have her own ideas about lucky numbers that aren’t part of Greek mythology.”
They both fell silent, then, as Teal’c carefully maneuvered them into the right position. She could hear the faint thrumming of the generator that powered the winch, but the rising whistle of the wind blowing across the top of the shaft, far above their heads, was steadily growing stronger.
The radio crackled. “How’s it going, kids?” The colonel’s voice was brisk, but it carried undertones of unease and concern.
Daniel reached for his own radio to reply. “It looks like we’re getting close to the finish line, Jack,” he reported. “Hopefully, we’ve got one more line for me to translate and for Sam to calculate. Then we’ll finally get a chance to see just what Atropus was hiding from Cronus here.” And get out of this shaft. Sam could hear the unspoken addition as clearly as if Daniel had actually voiced it.
“Make it as fast as you can. That storm front is coming up in a hurry. I don’t want you two still in there when it hits.”
“Neither do I,” Daniel said fervently, just as they jerked to a stop. “Believe me, we’re working as quickly as possible. We have to take the time to do it right, though, or risk getting the combination wrong.”
“Well, I’d offer to help, Daniel, but it’s all–”
“Don’t say it, Jack. Please.” Daniel gave a long-suffering sigh. “You’re still by the door, right?”
“Yes, Daniel.” The drawl sounded amused. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me where to go.”
“Jack, if you keep feeding me straight lines like that, I’ll –”
“Major Carter and Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c’s voice cut in. “You should now be placed to continue.”
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Date: 2007-06-05 06:48 am (UTC)Thank you for the lovely rec! :)
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Date: 2007-06-05 11:21 am (UTC)*is still excited for the next ficzilla...whenever it shows itself*