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Rec Category: Sarah Gardner / Osiris
Pairing: none
Categories: gen, friendship, Sarah Gardner, Sam Carter, Vala Mal Doran
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
pellucid
Author's Website: http://pellucid.livejournal.com/tag/sg-1+fic (SG1 fic tag on LJ)
Summary: Sam, Vala, and Sarah Gardner—the Ex-Hosts Club. "A faint ache remains, like a memory of an old wound."
Link: Of Belonging to Another
Why This Must Be Read: It may be a stretch to rec this fic in this category, but I'll do it anyway, because while it may not feature Sarah prominently, the general theme applies to her as well. Sam, Vala and sarah: the three women who have served as hosts and who try to get through it somehow. And not just survive, but live.
Sarah has finished her drink and is pouring another. "I drink too much now," she says flatly.
"Does it help?" Vala asks curiously, swirling the amber liquid around the bottom of her glass. "I've never had much of a taste for it."
"It helps a little." Sarah studies Vala for a moment. "It—Osiris—couldn't tolerate alcohol. So this belongs to me."
Vala nods and takes a sip of the drink. Sam laughs when she makes a disgusted face and sets down the glass. "I prefer sex," Vala admits with a grin. "Tastes better."
Pairing: none
Categories: gen, friendship, Sarah Gardner, Sam Carter, Vala Mal Doran
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
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Author's Website: http://pellucid.livejournal.com/tag/sg-1+fic (SG1 fic tag on LJ)
Summary: Sam, Vala, and Sarah Gardner—the Ex-Hosts Club. "A faint ache remains, like a memory of an old wound."
Link: Of Belonging to Another
Why This Must Be Read: It may be a stretch to rec this fic in this category, but I'll do it anyway, because while it may not feature Sarah prominently, the general theme applies to her as well. Sam, Vala and sarah: the three women who have served as hosts and who try to get through it somehow. And not just survive, but live.
Sarah has finished her drink and is pouring another. "I drink too much now," she says flatly.
"Does it help?" Vala asks curiously, swirling the amber liquid around the bottom of her glass. "I've never had much of a taste for it."
"It helps a little." Sarah studies Vala for a moment. "It—Osiris—couldn't tolerate alcohol. So this belongs to me."
Vala nods and takes a sip of the drink. Sam laughs when she makes a disgusted face and sets down the glass. "I prefer sex," Vala admits with a grin. "Tastes better."