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stargateficrec2007-10-25 07:02 pm
Tho’ Always Under Alter’d Skies, by Niamaea (PG)
Rec Category: Episode related
Pairing: none
Categories: episode related, gen, angst, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Cassandra, Sam and Daniel friendship
Warnings: spoilers through Heroes
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Author's Website: All the Fic
Link: Tho’ Always Under Alter’d Skies
Why This Must Be Read: Forty-six days after Janet’s death, and Cassie and Sam are still taking it one day at a time. Fortunately, they’ve got Daniel and the others to help along the way.
In this achingly beautiful story, we get a glimpse of the aftermath for Cassie – and Sam, who knows that she can’t ever take Janet’s place, but is trying to do what she can. There is pain, and unanswerable questions, and the struggle to start all over again. But there is also the comfort of friendship offered and given, and the reasurrance that even if the cues are a little different than they used to be, they will always have each other.
Sparse and thoughtful and deeply moving, Tho’ Always Under Alter’d Skies is the kind of episode tag I always appreciate – one that fills in the holes, and gets it right.
“Um,” Cassie says, just as Sam is turning to leave. When Sam turns she’s looking down, picking at a fingernail. “Tell Daniel I didn’t mean it, ok?”
Sam leans against the doorframe. “He’ll know what I mean?”
“Yeah.”
She waits, but Cassie gives nothing else. Finally, Sam says, “Sure,” and steps out into the hall, pulls the door shut again behind her. She figures Daniel will clue her in – but the living room is empty, newspaper put back in order and folded on the coffee table, and he’s not in the bathroom. For a minute Sam wonders if he left anyway, until she glances down the front hall and sees the door wide open. Daniel’s sitting out on the steps, back against one of the posts, face tipped up and out, towards the sky. She turns back and grabs a couple of cans of Coke from the fridge – no beer in the house anymore, which is a shame, since he’s much less picky about it now than he used to be, before – and pads out to join him. Pulls the door most of the way shut behind her, sits against the opposite post, passes him a can.
Daniel looks at it as if the answer to whatever has him so far away might be printed somewhere near the nutrition information. “How is she?”
The best Sam can do is shrug. “Not talking much. Says she’s fine. And she wanted me to tell you that she didn’t mean it.” She reaches for the pull-tab, stops, puts it down when Daniel’s eyes tighten. He makes a face that looks, almost, like a smile. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says.
“Daniel.”
And it’s the look again, the almost-smile that really isn’t. He rolls the can back and forth between his hands for a long, silent moment. “Cassie was asking me about ascension, today.”
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