"Ashes to Ashes" by
kellifer_fic
Aug. 14th, 2007 06:28 amRec Category: Crossovers (Stargate SG-1/Reign of Fire)
Pairing: Sam/Daniel/Cameron
Category: darkfic, h/c, apocafic
Warning: A bit bleak and dark, but oh, so worth the read!
Author on LJ:
kellifer_fic
Author's Website: Jane's Stories
Link: "Ashes to Ashes"
Why This Must Be Read: I just finished reading this (thanks to
paian's recommendation on her journal, thank you!) and it is one of those stories that literally made me curse out loud and stand up to pace for a bit. "Ashes to Ashes" is based loosely in the 'verse of the movie "Reign of Fire" and takes place after the dragons turn everything to cinders; it was written for
apocalypse_kree, so that should immediately tell you that it's dark, but it's not completely and totally without hope. It's funny in a few places, very poignant in others and definitely makes your heart drop right to your feet as well. As always,
kellifer_fic's characterizations and story telling are amazing, so go read this and don't miss out on it just because it's dark.
Pairing: Sam/Daniel/Cameron
Category: darkfic, h/c, apocafic
Warning: A bit bleak and dark, but oh, so worth the read!
Author on LJ:
Author's Website: Jane's Stories
Link: "Ashes to Ashes"
Why This Must Be Read: I just finished reading this (thanks to
Snippet of fic:
Celeste, one of the older children at fourteen, holds a pad of paper out. “I can’t get the wings right,” she says, nibbling on her lower lip. Sam looks at the lines etched in charcoal, both graceful and terrible and pauses for a second to digest the fact that this small girl is drawing dragons from memory rather than fantasy.
“Looks good to me,” Sam says, taking another forkful of MRE lasagne into her mouth. Raided supplies from underground bunkers are what they have been subsisting on lately. She’s not sure how others—those who don’t know where to look--are surviving.
Celeste, one of the older children at fourteen, holds a pad of paper out. “I can’t get the wings right,” she says, nibbling on her lower lip. Sam looks at the lines etched in charcoal, both graceful and terrible and pauses for a second to digest the fact that this small girl is drawing dragons from memory rather than fantasy.
“Looks good to me,” Sam says, taking another forkful of MRE lasagne into her mouth. Raided supplies from underground bunkers are what they have been subsisting on lately. She’s not sure how others—those who don’t know where to look--are surviving.