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stargateficrecRec Category: Jack O'Neill
Pairing: clone!Jack/Cameron, Jack/Daniel UST, Jack/Sam
Category: AU, drama, slash, het, longfic
Warnings: slash, het, supporting character death, WIP
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
synecdochic
Author's Website: different colors made of tears
Link: Take These Broken Wings (and subsidiary porn paragraphs)
Why This Must Be Read:
NB: I've marked this as a WIP to be on the safe side, because an overarching plot has emerged, but it's much more of an ongoing novel-length series; the individual stories are emotionally complete and satisfying in themselves. Your mileage may vary, but I know several WIP-phobic people who are happily reading this.
synecdochic asks: What do you get if you take a version of Cameron Mitchell who's kind of halfway between canon-Cam and "The Road Not Taken" Cam, and put him together with the clone of one Jack O'Neill, and just keep riffing on it?
And one of the answers is: two brilliantly insightful pieces of Jack characterization for the price of one.
(There are other answers too, which involve graceful writing, a complex and mature take on relationships, organic plotting, and -- that rarity of rarities in fanfic -- a realistic, un-melodramatic depiction of life with a disability. But they would run the risk of turning this into an essay rather than a rec.)
JD (Jack's clone from "Fragile Balance") is simultaneously utterly Jack -- fiftysomething Jack, with all his issues and damage, trapped in a 17-year-old body and exiled from his life and everyone he's come to love -- and not!Jack, as he struggles to unpick a lifetime's repressions and grab hold of the chance of a "do-over".
And the ripples from his choices spread outwards to affect more and more people -- including General O'Neill, trapped in Washington and trying to carry a lifetime's burdens with no do-over in sight.
All the characterization here is glorious - Cam! OMG Cam! *makes flaily hands of incoherence* - but I have a special soft spot for Sam, who is painfully human and breathtakingly courageous.
synecdochic has described one of the stories in the series as her "love letter to Sam", and it really, really is; I'd especially like to rec the series to Sam fans who might normally be wary of reading a slash story for fear of bashing.
But the centre of the series is Jack (to the power of two), and both JD and Original!Jack will break your heart.
For all that the title gives me a terrible 80s earworm every time I see it, it does fit: this is a story about damage, the sort that doesn't ever go away or get "fixed" -- and about learning to live with and through it. And Jack has more scars than most people.
Whether they're visible to the naked eye or not.
For a second, Cam thinks JD might be intending to climb in with him. But JD stays kneeling on the tile, next to the tub, and stares Cam down. JD's seen Cam naked, but Cam can't remember ever seeing JD naked in return. When JD's wearing a t-shirt, his ink disappears under it, and he looks like any one of the teenagers that go zooming by on the streets below. When JD's bare-chested, Cam can see it all: elbows to shoulders, along the clavicle, dark contrast twining against pale skin.
JD keeps his eyes trained on Cam's face. His eyes are steady, matter-of-fact. He holds out both of his arms, like he's presenting them for inspection, and then turns around so Cam can see his back. The ink spreads down to his waist like a phoenix, like a story, like a map nobody can read.
JD lets Cam look his fill, then turns back around and settles himself cross-legged. Looks Cam up and down: surgical scars scrawled across his chest, scars from broken metal scraped against the small of his back, his tailbone, his thighs. The place where three toes used to be. All the places where bone broke skin, where pins put bone back together. JD's eyes don't linger, but they don't shy away, either. He simply catalogues. Assesses.
"You're not the only one who's got scars," JD finally says. Hint of challenge, hint of impatience, hint of something Cam can't identify. "Just so happens you didn't have yours magically taken away."
Pairing: clone!Jack/Cameron, Jack/Daniel UST, Jack/Sam
Category: AU, drama, slash, het, longfic
Warnings: slash, het, supporting character death, WIP
Author on LJ:
synecdochicAuthor's Website: different colors made of tears
Link: Take These Broken Wings (and subsidiary porn paragraphs)
Why This Must Be Read:
NB: I've marked this as a WIP to be on the safe side, because an overarching plot has emerged, but it's much more of an ongoing novel-length series; the individual stories are emotionally complete and satisfying in themselves. Your mileage may vary, but I know several WIP-phobic people who are happily reading this.
synecdochic asks: What do you get if you take a version of Cameron Mitchell who's kind of halfway between canon-Cam and "The Road Not Taken" Cam, and put him together with the clone of one Jack O'Neill, and just keep riffing on it?And one of the answers is: two brilliantly insightful pieces of Jack characterization for the price of one.
(There are other answers too, which involve graceful writing, a complex and mature take on relationships, organic plotting, and -- that rarity of rarities in fanfic -- a realistic, un-melodramatic depiction of life with a disability. But they would run the risk of turning this into an essay rather than a rec.)
JD (Jack's clone from "Fragile Balance") is simultaneously utterly Jack -- fiftysomething Jack, with all his issues and damage, trapped in a 17-year-old body and exiled from his life and everyone he's come to love -- and not!Jack, as he struggles to unpick a lifetime's repressions and grab hold of the chance of a "do-over".
And the ripples from his choices spread outwards to affect more and more people -- including General O'Neill, trapped in Washington and trying to carry a lifetime's burdens with no do-over in sight.
All the characterization here is glorious - Cam! OMG Cam! *makes flaily hands of incoherence* - but I have a special soft spot for Sam, who is painfully human and breathtakingly courageous.
synecdochic has described one of the stories in the series as her "love letter to Sam", and it really, really is; I'd especially like to rec the series to Sam fans who might normally be wary of reading a slash story for fear of bashing.But the centre of the series is Jack (to the power of two), and both JD and Original!Jack will break your heart.
For all that the title gives me a terrible 80s earworm every time I see it, it does fit: this is a story about damage, the sort that doesn't ever go away or get "fixed" -- and about learning to live with and through it. And Jack has more scars than most people.
Whether they're visible to the naked eye or not.
For a second, Cam thinks JD might be intending to climb in with him. But JD stays kneeling on the tile, next to the tub, and stares Cam down. JD's seen Cam naked, but Cam can't remember ever seeing JD naked in return. When JD's wearing a t-shirt, his ink disappears under it, and he looks like any one of the teenagers that go zooming by on the streets below. When JD's bare-chested, Cam can see it all: elbows to shoulders, along the clavicle, dark contrast twining against pale skin.
JD keeps his eyes trained on Cam's face. His eyes are steady, matter-of-fact. He holds out both of his arms, like he's presenting them for inspection, and then turns around so Cam can see his back. The ink spreads down to his waist like a phoenix, like a story, like a map nobody can read.
JD lets Cam look his fill, then turns back around and settles himself cross-legged. Looks Cam up and down: surgical scars scrawled across his chest, scars from broken metal scraped against the small of his back, his tailbone, his thighs. The place where three toes used to be. All the places where bone broke skin, where pins put bone back together. JD's eyes don't linger, but they don't shy away, either. He simply catalogues. Assesses.
"You're not the only one who's got scars," JD finally says. Hint of challenge, hint of impatience, hint of something Cam can't identify. "Just so happens you didn't have yours magically taken away."
