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Trick or treat! (Stargate SG-1 edition, especially any fic ideas or headcanons)
Okay so I don't know if this will turn out as a headcanon, a fic idea, an outline, or something in-between BUT what it mostly is is an Excuse. :P So here goes
The first time Teal'c watches Star Wars, the team's been grounded for a week. Don't ask me why - maybe the Gate's shut down, maybe Jack and Sam have leave, maybe Daniel's been exposed to a strange space pathogen and is in isolation while they wait to see if it's deadly. Important thing is, they don't have missions and Teal'c (it's early days still) isn't allowed off-base.
Sam pokes her head in his room with a set of VHS tapes and says, "Hey, I brought some Earth culture you might be interested in!" Explains that Star Wars is a classic and even if he doesn't like them, it'll still be useful to know the references.
Teal'c, very bored and always willing to hang out with one of his comrades, agrees.
He likes Episode IV. There's good vs evil. They're fighting an evil space empire! He gets to see what kind of space combat the Tau'ri have made up for their stories.
He thinks it's kind of...charmingly idealistic? Like, there's an Evil Oppressive Space Empire but there's still enough freedom for Luke to have his ideals and Leia to have a government position (they HAVE a government?) and even Han gets to choose whether he wants to fight the Empire or just slip under its radar. It's a little hard for Teal'c to relate to, but he enjoys it. It seems very much like his friends' views of the world.
Obi-Wan reminds him of Bra'tac. :) Vader reminds him of Apophis. >:/ Teal'c sees something of his team in the main characters.
Episode V! Sam is Very Excited.
Vader is still alive? Teal'c is disappointed by what, honestly, seems like an incursion of reality. Why won't the evil galactic rulers ever ACTUALLY die when they look like they've died.
He's invested in all the action on Hoth, though. These heroes still read as very Tau'ri to him, with their emphasis on loyalty to their friends and their hope and all that. He wants them to succeed.
He does guess the Yoda reveal. A little too similar to the Nox. :P
Then it's back to Darth Vader on his evil spaceship and
Ah
Um
Darth Vader goes down on one knee and asks "What is thy bidding, my master?"
And they've taken plenty of pauses before while watching these movies, so Sam can answer questions about effects or plot conventions or other things lost in cultural translation, but this time when Teal'c says "Pause," he doesn't really have anything to ask. Just, "That...is the Emperor?"
Sam says, "Yeah," and they keep going. But suddenly the fun Tau'ri escapist fantasy is a little harder to watch, as Teal'c processes the fact that the villain of the piece to date isn't actually a System Lord.
Darth Vader is a First Prime.
Everything Vader does now leads to new questions Teal'c isn't sure the story even thinks it's raising. Like, does he want to be doing this? and Does he think he has a choice? and Why is he doing it? and How did he get to this position?
Teal'c watches Vader torture Han and tries not to think about his own past.
And then. AND THEN. You know what comes next.
(Turns out the movie did want him to be asking at least some of those questions about Vader.)
Turns out the evil Emperor's right hand is also a FATHER. He's the HERO'S father. But he also cuts off Luke's hand because the only option he'll apparently countenance is for Luke to join him in the darkness.
But he's a FATHER. He IS a person, not just a faceless villain. But does that make him better or worse?? If he's a person and he chooses to be part of the Empire, then all the questions Teal'c has about him have bad answers.
But also how is LUKE - the idealistic, hopeful shining figure of a Tau'ri hero - going to deal with his idolized father turning up on the Empire's side.
...Suffice to say, Teal'c is glad to see Han rescued and all at the start of Episode VI but he is REALLY REALLY waiting for expansion on the Vader plot.
Luke thinks there's still good in his father. Luke thinks he can SAVE him. Luke sees his father and he BELIEVES in him.
Listen. I believe in Teal'c's right to be a nerd, in general. I also believe that watching Vader say it's too late for him and Luke point-blank refuse to accept that is the MOST INVESTED Teal'c EVER is in experiencing any fictional story, ever.
And
LUKE IS RIGHT
VADER IS SAVED
Vader breaks free!! For his son!! Darth Vader hears his son's cries for help and is able to LISTEN and CHANGE and he is LOVED AND FORGIVEN AND ACCEPTED and he DIES FREE
The Emperor's enslaved right hand is REDEEMED and DIES FREE. That was the story all along
Anyway this is why Teal'c has watched Star Wars nine times. In conclusion.
#stargate sg 1#you get a long one because this has been Simmering and i'm delighted to have the push needed to unleash it
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Oh oh oh, what about a stargate fic where the reader is given like a truth serum off world and they end up blurting their feelings for Daniel? But like as well as really random stuff they would never say out loud (idk like 'teal'c you have really good arms' 'Carter, you always smell amazing', 'Jack I know I roll my eyes at your jokes but they're actually hilarious' - im really sorry these were the first things that popped into my head)?
a/n: no don’t apologize, i love this and those quotes so much! I hope you enjoy this <3
word count: 1.3k
warning(s): …none? fluff levels that could be dangerous however (title in no way indicates this will have angst, i just love lizzo)
In hindsight, taking the cup from the Ancestral Leader in a world that valued truth wasn’t your brightest moment. You hesitantly took a sip of the swirling purple liquid that was shining in a way which should’ve made you nervous. The flavor burst on your tongue and your eyes widened, quickly gulping down half of the glass. You felt strangely relaxed, leaning back on one hand while the other swirled the cup in a fancy fashion. You and the rest of SG-1, along with the elders of this planet, were sitting around a low table, cushions lining the floor for comfort. A slight haze filled the outskirts of your vision but you brushed it off.
“Young Y/N, how does our totuus fare on your Terran tongue?” The name of the drink sparked something in Daniel, the archeologist sitting up straight with a cautionary expression on his face. Smiling, you laughed slightly.
“It’s absolutely delicious, Elder Myrsky, I express my thanks,” something bubbled in your mind and you found yourself blurting it out, “It’s almost as amazing as your fashion taste.”
The table went quiet, the Elder flushing slightly as he brushed his deep crimson robes with his hands. Teal’c looked at you inquisitively, his stoic face showing slight signs of concern. Sam smiled into her cup, Jack cleared his throat, and Daniel looked as if he had figured something out.
“Thank you, Young Y/N, your compliment brings me much joy,” The Elder smiled at you before waving for food to be served. Daniel looked in his cup before poking the food on his plate with the utensils given. He looked at you then looked at the Elder.
“Elder Myrsky, what exactly did you serve Y/N?”
The Elder paused his conversation with another Leader, looking at Daniel with confusion in his eyes. Jack paused from taking his drink, looking at his friend before sniffing his cups content.
“I thought I already named it? Totuus is our drink of truth, do you not have the equivalent in your world?”
“Not..exactly,” Daniel murmured before taking his glasses off to squeeze the bridge of his nose and then putting them back on, “You gave Y/N a truth serum?”
The words shot through you, making you choke on the totuus you were about to gulp down. Oh no, oh-
“Shit.” You exclaimed, before slapping a hand over your mouth and looking apologetically at Jack, who just waved you off, stuffing his face with food before hesitating. He swallowed and pointed at the food on his plate.
“Will this…?”
Myrsky seemed to understand his question, smiling at the Colonel.
“No, the totuus is only given to one who hides the most.”
Your team all simultaneously turned their heads to look at you. You turned your attention to your plate, pushing your food in an attempt to ignore their stares. Finally, after a few minutes, you sighed and laughed nervously, looking up.
“Oh come on, I don’t have anything to hide,” you scratched the back of your neck, “It’s not like I love Daniel or anything or think that I would 100% let Teal’c crush me with his thighs?”
You felt your face heat up as you registered what you just said. Blinking once, you groaned, covering your face with your hands. You felt Daniel’s eyes boring into you and you heard Sam’s snicker.
“Can you..repeat that please?” Came Jack’s totally innocent tone.
“What, Teal’c has nice thighs. And arms. He has really nice arms.” You whispered the last part, despite the voice in your head screaming at you to shut the hell up. Jack snorted and you parted your fingers to peer through them, watching as Teal’c sent a smug look at Daniel before once more steeling his expression, bringing an arm to lean on the table, muscle bulging.
“That’s nice to know, and I agree, but let’s rewind that to what you said first.”
“...I love Daniel…” You whispered. The Elder nodded his head, saying something about how the drink's effect would wear off now that you had admitted it. Sam let out a cheer, making you look up at her.
“General Hammond owes me fifty bucks,” she said triumphantly, before looking at you with an expression that worried you, “So, Y/N, anything you want to say about the Colonel or me? To get it out of your system before the drink closes us off from your wonderful thoughts?”
Jack nodded, snapping and pointing at you expectantly.
“Guys, come on, stop it-” Daniel started but you interrupted him.
“Carter you always smell amazing which is weird because most of the time we’re running for our life, how do you find the time to smell like freshly picked mint? It’s not fair. But remember that one time I was in the med wing and you brought me cookies? I couldn’t eat them, it was like chomping on concrete but I crumbled them up and fed them to the nonexistent fish in Jack’s pond and never told you because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings because you were so happy to give me baked goods.”
Sam raised her eyebrows before shaking her head, chuckling slightly. You turned your attention to Jack.
“About that pond, we all know there’s no fish in there Jack but I still say yes everytime you offer because you always look so relaxed sitting in the really rusty lawn chair that you really need to fix before you injure yourself and it’s really nice. Also, you can’t sing. At all. Please stop trying to become the next Madonna because it’s never going to happen.”
Jack looked appreciative before changing to a faux insulted expression.
The rest of the dinner went smoothly, well as smoothly as a meal can get with you blurting out random thoughts every few minutes. After securing a scientific and military alliance with the Karelian people, your team crossed through the Stargate. Once you crossed the horizon, you felt a gentle grip on your elbow, leading you towards the med bay. Daniel had a determined expression on his face, his brow furrowed and blue eyes set in front of him.
“Whoa, whoa,” you said, halting in the hallway once your mind caught up to your movement, “you just sped past the General! And I’m fine, Daniel, Dr. Frasier doesn’t need to see me immediately.”
Daniel paused to stand in front of you, bringing his hand up to count on his fingers.
“One, I’m not in the military, legally Hammond can’t do anything to me. Two, you are not fine, you just had an equivalent of a neurotoxin in your system and three, that’s breaking protocol so yes, she does have to see you immediately.” He turned around and started walking, thinking you would follow him. But you stood still, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. He once more stopped and turned to face you a few feet ahead. There was tension until he sighed, running his hand through his hair, returning to stand right in front of you. When he made eye contact, you saw the vulnerability shining.
“Do you really love me?”
You smiled, stepping closer to him, reaching out to hold his hand.
“You think I would admit my appreciation for Teal’c thighs if I wasn’t forced to tell the absolute truth?”
Daniel snorted, a smile growing on his face. Normally, you avoided complete eye contact, but when his eyes met yours, you found yourself unable to look away.
“I love you Daniel, not just as a friend, and I completely understand if you don’t-”
“I love you too!”
The archeologist blurted out, his face turning red. You, in turn, felt heat rise on your face as you stuttered out a response.
“That’s nice, thanks. I mean-”
You heard a bellowing laugh behind you and turned to see Teal’c clutching his stomach next to Jack and Sam, who looked amused by your words and shocked at Teal’c reaction. Jack wiggled his eyebrows at you.
“Can you two just kiss already? We need to debrief.” Came the exasperated voice of General Hammond, who was standing behind Sam, Jack, and Teal’c, arms crossed over his chest with an amused expression.
Who were you to go against orders?
a/n: i hope you enjoyed this and that it was okay!!
#daniel jackson#daniel jackson x reader#sg1#stargate sg1#sg1 team x reader#jack o'neill#samantha carter#teal’c#general hammond
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How Stargate SG-1 would react to your they/them pronouns
Jack O'Neill: he's a little confused but he's got the spirit LMAO. I can easily see him trying to refer to you in conversation with you in the room and being like "so thEy... *side eyes you for confirmation and nods when you approve* and Carter were able to figure it out" (just an example). I should preface this post by saying I don't think anyone in SG command is bigoted or transphobic/enbyphobic and the only people who mIGHT give you a hard time would be the characters no one likes (like Maybourne or senator whatshisface I'm v new to this show lol only 3 seasons in soo) so fuck them lmfao. I give Jack a 8/10 ally score (an ally but still learning lol). (Also if anyone wants to see how SG-1 would react to a pride festival or other identities, please lmk!!)
Sam Carter: she's so sweet ahhhh I love her so much!!! 🥹🥹 Would 14/10 be so happy to support you and might even hold your hands in hers when you come out to her. She wants you to know she absolutely supports you no matter what. She might accidentally slip up and use the wrong pronouns so pls be kind to her, she'll feel so bad and she'll punish herself for messing up (someone protect this sweet soul 🥺🥺) Sam would do ANYTHING to show you that you are valued and respected at the SGC and she absolutely will smack down with a bigot who misgenders you on purpose (hold her back, Colonel!!) I give Sam 10/10 ally score and she most definitely would go to your first pride with you if you were nervous!
Daniel Jackson: dude this would not be a new concept to him whatsoever lmfao. His knee-jerk reaction to you coming out is probably to start rambling (he thinks he sounds more sensical than he does lol) about genderqueer/nonbinary/cisn't figures in history and mythology, which is his way of saying "you're not alone !!" but it can be,, a lot lol. He goes out of his way to make sure you know it is normal and not "unnatural" to go by they/them too 🥺 He would make the adjustment super easily and rarely ever slips up. (I can also see him in the past researching a historical figure, realizing they were trans, and that's where he got the smoothness of switching from. (it probably happened more than once, let’s be real.)) He definitely would get into heated verbal arguments with bigots about how normal trans/nonbinary-ness is in his eyes (as he should) and Col. O'Neill would have to hold him back from it becoming a physical altercation LOL. Side note: now that you came out to him, expect random ! bouts ! of queer ! trivia !! because he probably doesn't get to talk about it that often and he's just like !! ahhh!! a queerio to geek out with!! Overall a 9.5/10 ally score, just docking 0.5 points for anthropology-splaining queer history to you LMAO. I can definitely see him and Sam becoming your gender euphoria team and helping you feel comfy too!
Teal'c: I honestly don't know what to say except he gets it. It is done. He makes the change with a snap. He might even tell you the story of a transgender Jaffa warrior too if there is one! I think he definitely would say something like “I see no problem with this set of pronouns. If Y/N Y/L/N identifies as such, there should be no reason to deny them respect for their identity." (Teal'c is so nice 🥹🥹) I think if anyone purposefully disrespected you or misgendered you, he would go 0 to 100 and be like "In my culture, it would be well within my rights to kill you where you stand” and then Jack would show up again and be like "okay calm down" LOL. I can see Teal'c teaching you how to appear more masc if you're transmasc as well, like workouts and mannerisms and such, too! Teal'c is an 11/10 ally for me, and I would love to see him surrounded by drag queens at pride LMFAO.
Janet Fraiser: oh look, another amazing ally! She would have no problem referring to you as they and would hardly ever slip up! She's a 99.9% kinda girly LOL (get it,, germ killers,, she's a doctor,, hahahah...). Honestly the only time I can see her slipping up is if,, this is very specific,, if she's saving your life and needs to open up your shirt for the defibrillator LMAO yknow?? Which I think we can all excuse if she's literally in crisis mode saving your life!! Her brain isn't focused on pronouns right now!! Also! I think if you wanted to transition, she would refer you to her doctor friends who know about medical transition, and she would even help you with your hormone doses while you're on the base 🥹🥹 Even with checkups after off-world missions, she'd make sure you're super comfortable and feeling respected 😌 Janet is so sweet and I love her so much, I give her a 12/10 not bc I love her so much!! BUT bc she goes above and beyond to make sure you are comfortable in her care and in your body!! I can totally see Janet getting decked out in rainbows to go to pride with you too, don't ask why, I just can lol.
General Hammond: he tries!! Just forgive him, he's old LOL. No but he'd really try really hard even though he's not used to it and even though he slips up occasionally, there will be times where he goes out of his way to give you a heads up about when it might not be safe to be out as a they/them bby with certain people, like if a debriefing meeting involves someone who is vEry bigoted, he'll just kind of take you aside and be like "Y/N, I know your preferred pronouns are they/them (he absolutely would say "preferred" but he knows it's not optional 😌), but I would recommend not being out to the board we're meeting with today; they might not treat you as kindly as the rest of SG Command" (bless him for looking out for you 🥺🥺). He also kind of reminds me of my grandma in the sense that she sees me for who I am, but occasionally uses the wrong pronouns, but she’s a killer at getting it right through texts LOL. I give him a 8.5/10 because he's a real one and has proven it time and time again, and the effort is what counts 🥺 He might even put a little pride flag on a stick in his office pencil cup during June to show his solidarity 🥹🥰
#i would include vala but i haven't seen her seasons yet (this watch i'm doing is my first time!) and i want to characterize her correctly!!#stargate sg-1#stargate headcanons#stargate imagines#stargate x reader#jack o'neill#sam carter#samantha carter#daniel jackson#teal'c#janet fraiser#general hammond#george hammond#nonbinary#genderqueer#transgender#transmasc#transfem#enby#they/them#they/them/theirs#pride#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbtq+#lgbtqia+#queer#sci-fi
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If SG-1 were a Baking Show...
Jack: Plain vanilla cake.
The handful of standard ingredients are mixed with the flick of the wrist, filled into a mold, and baked in the oven. The last thirty minutes, Jack reads the latest edition of “Fishing Today” and shakes his head at the ensuing chaos around him. The cake itself doesn’t catch the eye – nothing fancy, nothing memorable – but the heavenly taste pleases the palate. Although the judges don’t believe him, Jack’s adamant there’s a secret ingredient he can’t tell anyone or he has to shoot them.
Sam: Soufflé.
Sam approaches baking like a science project: the recipe has been broken down into mathematical equations, the scale is calibrated, and all ingredients have the perfect temperature. Anyone who dares to disturb her receives a deadly glare and a not-so-friendly reminder that she knows twenty different ways to hide a body. Contrary to the scientific setup, the result knocks the judges’ socks off every single time regardless of whether it’s made with cherries or cheese. Except for that one time Sam tried a variation with blue jello.
Daniel: Ancient Egyptian date cake.
At any given moment, Daniel’s work station looks like a tornado passed through. How he manages to bake an edible cake in this chaos remains one of the great mysteries of the universe. The result is okay, maybe a tad too sweet and dry. But the judges go home with a profound knowledge of the history of the cake, its religious significance, and an ancient Egyptian curse word or two.
Teal’c: Family recipe from Chulak.
Nobody knows what’s exactly inside this cake. And after Teal’c replied with the blood of my enemies once, everyone’s afraid to ask any further questions. Despite his direct and straightforward approach, the result is a feast for the eyes: a moist brown base with creamy white frosting and golden ornaments on top. Based on looks alone, Teal'c advances one round, as no one dares touch the masterpiece, especially after the barely concealed threat to dismember anyone who voices criticism.
Jonas: Banana cake.
Actually anything with bananas. It starts at the chef’s hat, goes down to the apron, and ends with the banana-shaped timer. In a nutshell, the guy’s banana. And easily distractible. A few times, the judges have to steer a wandering Jonas back to his own station. The final result looks like a deflated football and is barely edible which the judges try to tell him but Jonas’ puppy-dog eyes melt their hearts. Therefore, he gets to the next round purely out of pity, and because one judge thinks he’s cute.
General Hammond: Mom’s apple pie.
At the beginning, no one would have thought that the old, burly man has so much talent and charm. With a permanent smile playing around his lips, he kneads the dough and slices the apples, while telling one or another anecdote from his rich life. He's the audience's favorite, and the judges love his pie, which reminds them of their own carefree childhood.
Janet: Rainbow pinata cake.
With a child at home, Janet has honed her skills and become a master of multitasking. In next to no time and almost simultaneously, she prepares the six differently colored batters, whips the egg whites and sorts the chocolate lenses. All the while trying to fend off Jonas who’s fascinated with the multicolored candy sprinkles. As the last seconds tick away, Janet lights the candles on her cake. And everyone agrees that just one slice of it would send a six-year-old into a sugar coma.
Cam: Macarons.
To the judges’ surprise, he’s the contestant to insist on baking macarons instead of a cake or pie as the rules require. After a lengthy discussion, Cam gets his will and starts with enthusiasm, a praise for his grandma and her baking skills constantly tumbling from his lips. Although he sets the expectations high, the result is underwhelming to put it mildly. What it lacks in taste, it makes up in quantity. Despite the harsh criticism from the judges, Cam doesn't let it spoil his mood. He’s just happy to be here and tell the world how awesome his grandma was.
Vala: - .
Vala doesn’t bake. She only entered the competition because of the prize money and because she really enjoys annoying the hell out of Daniel. In an elaborate scheme involving a false fire alarm, she tries to sneak in a devil's food cake. Since her work station is still squeaky clean, the hoax of course blows. In the end, Vala is disqualified and banned for life.
#Stargate SG-1#Samantha Carter#Jack O'Neill#Daniel Jackson#Teal'c#Janet Fraiser#Cameron Mitchell#Vala Mal Doran
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For the fanfic writer ask: 🥺
🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
I'm glad you picked this because it helped me articulate something I hadn't consciously realized. Watching Stargate and reading/writing fanfiction has been a great writer's workshop for me for emotional scenes, not just for Stargate or fanfiction.
Often there's an emotionally charged tension between people when they are trying to be strong, don't know what to say, are afraid to break down, etc. It happens a lot between Sam and Jack, but it's not always sexual tension. Sometimes it's a feeling of "This is hard and I don't know how to feel or what you will think but I want to trust you or show you I care."
We often can't articulate those feelings while emotional, so we say something more subtle or we don't say anything at all. Maybe it's a look. Maybe it's tears. Maybe it's a joke. Maybe it's anger. And sometimes the tension breaks because a character reaches out to offer a word or embrace. And sometimes that doesn't happen and someone goes unnoticed. It happens between all of the other characters, as well.
For example, when Teal'c resigns to Hammond to go save SG1, tears streaming down his stoic face. When Daniel goes through withdrawal in Need and Jack finds and embraces him. When Sam is barely holding it together in Paradise Lost and hides in the locker room until Teal'c finds her. How Hammond barely holds back tears watching the documentary. How Janet exhaustedly tries to cure Cassie and Daniel reaches for her and offers help. When everyone is trying to tell Jack how they feel in The Lost City. Whenever one of them is missing or presumed dead. So, I really get in those feels when I write my characters reaching that point of having had to be strong for too long. Because I have been there and know what that feels like. We all do. And I try to write it authentically.
Thank you for asking!
#that was a lot sorry#stargate sg1#fanfiction#on writing#jack o'neill#daniel and janet#samantha carter#teal'c#general hammond#The Lost City#Need#Rite of Passage#Out of Mind#Heroes#Paradise Lost#asked and answered
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Stargate Rewatch: 1x02 The Enemy Within
Jack and Kawalsky enjoying their banter while they can - unfortunately for Kawalsky, the role of Jack's best friend will be open very soon.
Daniel drinking coffee in the first 30 seconds!
“You don’t think the Goa’ulds are sending people though, do you?” Daniel, my love, how do you not think the Goa’uld are sending people through?
I love how immediately ride-or-die Jack is for Teal’c.
Daniel and Sam are giving a briefing on the DHD - Dial Home Device is helpfully written on the whiteboard. Sam also draws the cube with the six points from the movie, and I don’t know why but I find that very cute.
Both Daniel and Sam call the gate room the “embarkation room” which will get a callback in season 4.
Daniel drinking coffee again. And gets a shoulder pat from Sam this time!
Jay Avocone gives a great performance as Kawalsky.
The doc in this episode is Warner, whose role is chief surgeon.
Tau’ri, Goa’uld generic memory - so much of the lore is laid out in this episode.
Colonel Kennedy suggests allowing the Goa’uld in Kawalsky be set free as a gesture of good faith and everyone is rightly horrified - which just makes it sad that in later seasons the SGC is making deals with them all the time without regard for the host.
Daniel with coffee no. 3 during the operating procedure.
“That’s right Dorothy, it was all a dream” the first Wizard of Oz reference?
RIP Kawalsky - the first, but certainly not the last, movie character to be killed off.
How did they miss the big chunk of Goa’uld in Kawalsky’s brain? Didn’t they do a post-op MRI?
"My friend died on the table." :(
Aw, Sam is being the optimist this time - something of the host must survive because only Kawalsky knew the self destruct code. That really only proves the Goa’uld has access to the host’s knowledge, but very sweet of Sam to try and cheer Daniel up!
Daniel had one hand constantly in his pocket in this episode, which iirc is an ongoing character choice.
Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c still have helmets, but Jack only has a cap - when your name is above the title, you can refuse to wear a helmet if you think it makes you look goofy!
Something glaringly missing from this episode is any discussion around Teal’c being involved in the abduction and implantation of Sha’re and Skaara - it gets mentioned later in the season, but does Daniel have any misgivings about Teal’c joining the team? Has he asked Teal’c about Sha’re?
Not a single female character other than Sam had a name or spoke in this episode.
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the funniest part of sams "engagement" is that no one likes Pete. teal'c just does his 🤨, o'neill tries really hard to be polite but barely succeeds, I don't remember daniels reaction to him but I'm pretty sure he was just confused, and HER OWN DAD barely looked the man in the eye. and when the two of them were alone, Jacob was like "Sam, honey, I know you're not happy with... him.... you know you can have your job AND your man, right??"
#stargate#stargate sg1#sam carter#pete idk his last name#no one liked him and i found that hilarious
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Adoption Papers
a ficlet by mushroom with help from stick
Jack walked into Hammond's office quite briskly, making the general look up.
"George, I need your help."
Hammond put aside the paperwork he was working on to focus entirely on Jack. the colonel addressing him by his first name implied that this was a personal favour, and personal favours required his entire attention.
"what do you need, Jack?"
Jack sat down, and leaned forward. "Carter and I want to adopt Nymph. I know you have connections, and I can't exactly go down to the courthouse to adopt a kid from, you know, another planet."
Hammond's eyes went wide, and he leaned back in his chair. "adoption, Jack?"
"we already consider her our kid, but I just got a feeling that one of these days we're gonna need it to be official in order to keep her with us."
"that feeling is probably more accurate than you know. do you think you and Major Carter are in the kind of relationship to able to be parents?"
Jack looked away. "I care for both of them, probably more than I should. but we're a family, and I don't think Nymph should be with anybody else."
Hammond grinned, and reached for his phone. "I was already planning on saying yes, I just wanted to hear it from you."
Jack blinked at him as the general dialed up the phone.
"Hey, Mark. yeah, it's George. how would you like to take care of the poker debt you owe me?" Hammond smiled at Jack, who took that as the cue to leave that it was.
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about a month and five personal favours later, Jack and Sam called a team meeting in Sam's lab. Sam's lab and Daniel's office were where they met up most of the time, so it was second nature to call them there. Daniel and Teal'c rushed into the room, clearly worried.
"what's wrong, Jack? did something happen to Nymph?" Daniel spoke so quickly he stumbled over his words.
Jack and Sam looked at each other and beamed. "actually, yes, something did happen with Nymph," Jack said, and excitedly brandished the adoption paperwork that had the name "Nymph O'Neill-Carter" written in bold letters. Daniel and Teal'c leaned in to read, and embraced Jack and Sam in a huge hug and loud congratulations.
"Hammond had to call in a lot of favours, and forge a few details, but she's officially and legally ours!" Sam explained, grinning like a little kid.
"not even married, Carter, and we already have a kid." Jack joked. "how positively scandalous."
when they had finally left the room after a lot of excited chatter, Daniel pulled Teal'c aside.
"you know what this means, right?" Daniel whispered.
"it means that O'Neill and Major Carter are Nymph’s legal guardians, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c replied, quirking a confused eyebrow.
"no- well, I mean, yes, but that's not what I was talking about. it means we get to throw the mother-of-all adoption parties!!"
Daniel clapped a hand on Teal'c's massive shoulder, and left to invite everyone close to the five of them to the party.
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Sam walked while covering Nymph's eyes, guiding her to the mess hall. Nymph’s bare feet padded across the floor, but Sam didn't see the point in ruining this happy occasion by forcing her to wear shoes. when they reached the doors to the mess hall, Sam let go of Nymph to open them and reveal a huge hand-painted banner that read "Happy Adoption Day Nymph!" in colourful letters. Walter Harriman and Sargent Siler were sheepishly covered in matching paint, but they were beaming from ear to ear the same as everyone else there.
"Happy adoption day!!" the entire crowd called out in excited chorus, waving their hands and tooting party horns. Nymph flashed a confused smile as she was guided to a table towering with gifts - most bought in the few proceeding days, but a few hand-made presents were unwrapped that day.
Hammond handed Nymph his gift personally, and said "I can replace it if it doesn't fit, but you seem to be roughly the same size as my granddaughter."
Nymph looked up at him, then unwrapped the pink and white striped box to see a little brown plaid dress and a black jumper with a matching teddy bear decal. she glanced up at Hammond again, then floated up to wrap her arms around him in thanks.
"you're very welcome, young lady," the general chuckled, returning her hug.
"I guess you could say you're General Gramps now, huh?" Jack joked. Nymph looked at him like she was mentally putting pieces together.
"General Gramps," she repeated, testing out the nickname, and nodded as if it were official now. everyone there tried not to burst into tears, and several people bit their hands as a method to prevent crying. Walter did not succeed, and pulled out his handkerchief to pat dry his eyes.
she opened the rest of her presents - mostly toys and clothes, with a hammer from a very confused SF. Cassie and Janet had given her a sketchbook and high quality coloured pencils, which she was also very thankful for and had almost left to go use them before Sam and Jack stopped her and brought her back to the festivities. they ended the day with grocery store cake and some makeshift party games.
that night, when Sam and Jack tucked their daughter into her bed in the guest quarters of the base, they promised her that they would take her to their house and give her a proper room with her proper family.
"We'll decorate it however you want," Sam said. "and you can hang up all your drawings and store all your toys in there."
"and you'll drive with us to and from the base every day, instead of having to wait in your quarters," Jack added. "it'll be great, you'll see. and I'll build you a fort with that hammer."
Nymph stared up at them with sleepy eyes. "will uncle Danny and uncle Teal'c be there, too?"
"Uh, no," Jack stumbled. "they have their own houses-"
"but they'll be here at the base every day, just like us, so you'll still see them as usual." Sam finished, with a thankful nod from Jack.
"that's good..." Nymph muttered, drifting off while snuggling with some of her new stuffed toys. after bending down to give her a forehead kiss each, Sam and Jack stood up and left the stiff concrete room, happily knowing it was the last time they'd have to leave her there.
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Nymph sat with her head resting on her crossed arms and watched Sam putter around the machine she was working on. after a few huffs and sighs from the little girl, Sam put down her tools and looked at Nymph.
"what's going on with you?" Sam questioned, a fun smirk on her face. Nymph stretched out, and let out an even deeper sigh.
"the army people are confusing me." she started explaining, a long-suffering glance to the ceiling almost making Sam laugh.
"how so?"
"well, when I can't find you, and I ask someone on another team for help, they say they'll 'help me find my mom'. when I ask for help finding Jack, they say they'll 'help me find my dad'. why are they using those words for you, and only when helping me?"
Sam's smile was replaced with shock and confusion. how had none of them realised that Nymph didn't understand the concepts of parents, especially with the adoption being made such a big deal of? trying not to let her guilt show, she started explaining.
"well, you know how the trees told you that everyone has a special word for them?"
Nymph nodded.
"and Daniel told you that we call those words 'names'." Sam continued, while Nymph nodded again. "we have other special words to go with our names, and we call those 'roles' or 'rank'. for example, Jack's name is Jack O'Neill, and his rank is Colonel. do you understand?"
"yeah, a little bit." Nymph still looked confused.
"well, in families - that's what we are, a family - there are roles." Sam paused for a moment, trying to figure out what to say next. "do you remember anything before being with the trees? do you remember being with other people?"
Nymph shook her head. "the trees said that they found me all alone as a sapling, and they took care of me."
"a sapling..." Sam mumbled, then turned to her computer and looked up a picture of a baby and turned to show Nymph. "do you mean a baby? were you this little when the trees found you?"
Nymph nodded. "a sapling. the trees took care of me, and they gave me the powers of the Forest when I was big enough to choose my word, just like all the other Forest Children."
Sam nodded solemnly. "so that's why you don't know what parents are."
"parents?" Nymph repeated, tilting her head.
"those are special roles in families. your role is daughter, and mine and Jack's roles are parents. we take care of you, and love you, and keep you safe. that's why the other SG teams call me your mom, and call Jack your dad. because those are different words for parents."
Sam opened her arms, and Nymph floated into her lap. "there are lots of different words that kids call their parents. you can call me mom, or mama, or mommy, or you can keep calling me Sam if you want. whatever makes you happy."
Nymph thought for a moment, then happily exclaimed "Mama!" which made Sam's heart soar as she hugged her daughter tighter. at that moment, Jack walked into the lab to check on them.
"whatcha girls up to in here?" Jack asked jokingly.
"Hey, sir," Sam laughed. Nymph smiled and waved from her spot on Sam's lap.
"hi, dad!"
Jack stopped mid-step, eyes glistening with near tears as he stared at Sam for an explanation or even confirmation that Nymph had actually called him "dad".
"sorry, sir. the SFs have been calling you and me 'mom' and 'dad' when talking to her, so I had to explain those terms and she got excited." Sam explained hurriedly.
"ah." Jack nodded, still not moving.
Nymph tilted her head, confused by his reaction. "you are dad, right? I said it right?"
Jack smiled at her. "no, you got it right. I just wasn't expecting it."
this reasoning seemed to satisfy Nymph, and she turned to start playing with some loose screws on the workbench. Sam and Jack exchanged glances, not sure how to feel about the name change but somehow, it felt right to both of them. they were a family, and it was about time they started calling each other such.
#nymph the floaty baby#stargate#stargate sg1#daniel jackson#jack o'neill#sam carter#teal'c#stargate sg1 fic#stargate oc#i love them so much#if the consistency with what nymph calls sam and jack is a little off#its because we couldnt figure out when this part was in the timeline#but the start of this is going to be about 6 months after they bring her to earth
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Imagine Being Bradley’s Little Sister And Being Part of SG1
A/N: This is slightly AU!!! Just that the time lines match up!!!
You walked into The Hard Deck with Jack, Sam, and Daniel. You were all being forced to go on vacation someplace else, Teal'c luckily was able to go off world for his vacation. You mentioned having some friends down here and you all took the opportunity to go there rather then Hammond forcing you all to go someplace else. You had just gotten back to Earth after being stuck off world for a month. Daniel and Sam both had a great time with the artifacts and science while you, Jack and Teal’c were just begging for something interesting to happen.
What you didn't know was your brother was now working down here, you both haven't spoken in years after the fight that you were joining the Air Force. While you forgave each other, the relationship was still very strained.
You went up to the bar and grinned "Penny Benjamin, is that you?" You asked. Maverick was a father/uncle figure to you and you still kept in very close touch when you could. Because of growing up with Maverick as your uncle, you grew up meeting Penny. She turned and her eyes widened "Y/n Bradshaw? My God you've grown up beautifully!" She said, giving you a hug from across the bar. You quickly ordered a couple of beers for everyone, promising to catch up with Penny later. When going back over to your team, you had to take a book out of Daniels hand to get him to pay attention. "Jackson, we were told to get away from anything work related for a week. Those ancient artifacts will still be there when you get back" you told him and he held up his hands. "Sir, you up for a round of pool?" You asked Jack as you gave him his beer. "You know it Major" he grinned.
You both went over and began to play, neither of you noticed the naval aviators come in. You managed to win, both Sam and Daniel make sure neither of you cheated. Jack groaned at how bad he had lost to you. "And that means you buy the next round Colonel" you grinned. Jack grumbled and went off to get the next round. You looked up and met Bradley's eyes. Your grin dropped and he looked shocked "Y/n?" He asked. You gave a tight nod and Sam came over to you "You good?" She whispered. You got a cocky look "I've never been better. Want to meet my older brother Sam, Daniel?" You asked just as Jack came back.
Just as you went to go over, Maverick came into the bar, making you grin. "Uncle Mav!" You called, moving right past your brother and hugged him tightly. He picked you up and swung you around like you were a little girl again "I've missed you kiddo! Phone calls just aren't the same" he smiled. You brought him over to your team "Uncle Mav, these are my colleagues. Air Force Colonel Jack O'Neill, Air Force Captain Samantha Carter, and Doctor Daniel Jackson. This is my uncle in everything but blood, Naval Captain Pete Mitchell, call sign Maverick" you grinned. The team had heard so much about him that it felt like they already knew him. Jack shook hands with Pete, “Pleasure to meet you, this one doesn’t shut up about you, especially after hearing the stupid stunts you pull. Apparently we shouldn’t be allowed to meet” Jack said, sending you a look and making you blush.
Phoenix came over, you hadn’t noticed that all of the pilots were listening, "I’m sorry, but who are you? Maverick never mentioned a niece” she asked politely. “Oh, I’m Y/N Bradshaw ma’am” you told her politely. Al of their eyes widened “And before you ask, yes I’m Bradley’s little sister” you said, not looking at your brother. All of them introduced themselves but Hangman rubbed you the wrong way, “I’m Lt. Seresin, but you can call me Hangman” he grinned. “Major, I’ll be right back. Hammond is on the phone” Jack told you before stepping outside. “Major?” Hangman asked before laughing “You outrank Rooster!” he laughed loudly. You shrugged with a little smile, ��My work allowed quick advancements. I was only just recently promoted.” you said. Sam put her arm around you and squeezed, “You deserved it” she smiled.
Maverick smiled, “So what was it again you did for the chair force- I mean Air Force?” he asked, “Oh just deep space telemetry” you smirked, “By the way, please don’t try and access my files again” you said sweetly. Bradley looked confused, “What we do is highly classified. More then your mission from before” you said. “I may not talk to you Bradley, but I keep tabs to make sure you aren’t dead.” you said, lying slightly. You kept tabs on him in case anything from your line of work threatened him. Aliens manage to find out a lot of information without trying.
Jake stepped inside, “Sorry kiddos, Hammond needs us back to on base asap” he said. You all nodded, “I’ll keep in touch Uncle Mav and Bradley? Keep in touch this time, phones do work both ways” you said before you all left. “They seemed nice” Daniel said, “I have a feeling this isn’t the last we’re going to see of them” Sam said as you all left.
A/N: Let me know if you want more of this!!
#Top Gun#top gun: maverick#stargate#stargate sg1#stargate imagine#pete mitchell#pete 'maverick' mitchell#pete mitchell x reader#bradley bradshaw fanfiction#bradley bradshaw imagines#daniel jackson#samantha carter#jack oneill#daniel jackson x reader
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Crescente (pt. 1)
(Stargate fic I wrote at 3am with g/t and some of my fave characters) (also posted on my Qoutev)
"Dial us home, Daniel." Colonel O'Neill proclaimed, the man standing next to the DHD as he turned his attention towards the marveling man.
"Yessir." The shaggy blonde replied, pulling his gaze away from the huge flowers that were more brightly colored than he'd ever thought possible for plant life. Punching in Earth's address on the engraved buttons, the chevrons lit up as they locked in their location.
Rubbing his itching nose, Daniel looked back at the team, Sam standing besides Teal'c. Turning towards Jack once the wormhole formed, the four made their way back over to the Gate which appeared dwarfed by the upscaled backdrop of the unusual planet.
Hammond had put the planet on the list for exploration, and once the MALP came back with a video feed of huge bugs half the size of the rover itself, Jackson and Carter practically begged the General for permission to go. The planet itself was not much larger than Earth from the estimations, and sustained a livable atmosphere for human and humanoid life. Which did not come as a surprise, all of the planets with Stargates on them were habitable to humans in one way or another.
Upon arriving, the team were astounded by the gargantuan scale of the flora from 92X-393; flowers larger and taller than apartment buildings, trees more massive than the low cloud cover of the forest like planet. No intelligent life had been recorded, which left the team wondering why there were not inhabitants. Speculating was half the fun, Jackson thought when they first entered the portal to 29X.
Now he wanted off more so than O'Neill did when they went to the other planets. His allergies had been nothing short of horrible after a grand time period of about ten minutes. Perhaps giant sized plants and flowers meant giant sized allergies, the scientist was a mess, his nose running and sneezing every few minutes.
"Remind me to bring you a spare lil' box of tissues." Jack chuckled, patting the disheveled linguist on the back as they stepped through the wormhole back to Stargate Command.
-
"Dr. Jackson?" Hammond tore the man from his thoughts, Daniel looking up at the General with a look of apology. "Sorry, sir. My head has been fuzzy since we got home." Daniel said, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose as Sam looked at the blonde.
"Allergies." She guessed, Teal'c quietly looking at Jackson for a moment. "You've had these ailments since we arrived there, Jackson. Perhaps you should see Dr. Frasier." He spoke in his usual monotone manner.
"I agree. Usually you're up and at-em by now." Jack added, Hammond giving a nod of agreement as he sat back in his chair.
"I'm fine. I just need to take some allergy meds and I'll be fine. Nothing new." Daniel said with a wave of his hand as he put his glasses back on. "I'll get some from Frasier." The young man added after a look from both Sam and Hammond.
"You may feel fine, but who's to say that you may be more severely allergic to something. Your face is a little pink." Sam pointed out, the woman looking at her friend.
"Indeed. You look different." Teal'c said as Daniel looked at the Jaffa and woman with a subtle look of resignation.
"Fine." Daniel said after a moment, Jack shrugging towards the man as Hammond got up from his seat at the head of the table. The General had called a de-briefing shortly after their arrival home. They had taken back a few samples of dirt for their teams to catalog and store. Hammond was particularly interested in how the flora could get so big.
Having taken a reading of the atmospheric levels once they had arrived, the team were surprised that the oxygen level was nearly thrice the amount they'd found on Earth. The levels themselves indicated readings closer to the oxygen levels of pre modern historical Earth. It was interesting and all, though by the time that SG-1 had showered, changed, and discussed what they'd encountered, Jackson's skull felt like it was splitting. Hardly paying attention by the end of the meeting, Daniel left as soon as he was permissed much to the others' worry.
Making his way down the steps down stairs and through the ugly concrete walls of the Stargate Command beneath Cheyenne Mountain, Dr. Jackson winced to himself. His migraine was no surprise with his allergy attacks previously. He knew he'd get sneezey and congested, amd after that like clock work he would get a migraine that would be gone by the next morning. Though this headache was chewing at a different spot- no- all over - which wasn't normal.
Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to try and ebb the throbbing pain throughout his skull, the man pulled the door open as he entered the infirmary.
"Janet." Daniel greeted, the brown haired doctor as he carefully sat on one of the empty examination beds. The missions had proven to be wrote successful, which was a relief, given they had Apophis breathing down their necks.
"Hi, Daniel." She replied flippantly, walking over to him. "Hammond said your allergies were bugging you again?" She started, tossing her old gloves in the trash before putting on a pair of sterile ones. Turning back to the blonde, the woman quickly darted over in alarm. "Daniel?" She said, her brow creasing in worry at seeing the archaeologist laying on the bed with his eyes squeezed shut.
"My head. It's killing me, Janet. It's not like a usual migraine or allergy congestion headache." Daniel muttered, his arm snaking over his eyes to shield from the blinding florescent lights overhead.
"Okay. Just keep a steady breathing and try not to move too badly." She said, her tone growing increasingly worried, "Can you move your head back?"
"It's not meningitis." Daniel said flatly, Dr. Frasier pulling away for a tick at his change in attitude. "...Sorry." He whispered after a moment as he peaked at her under his arm with a grimace.
"Alright-" She continued before Daniel let out a cry of pain, his hands flying up to hold his head as he sat bolt upright.
"Daniel? Hey- I need you to tell me what's happening." Frasier said, startled by the outcry as she rushed to grab him a syringe with twenty five milligrams of morphine to sedate and calm the man.
"My head, Frasier, fuck my head!" Daniel sobbed, curling into a fetal position as he sat at foot of the bed.
"I know, Daniel. I need you to work with me here." Janet said in a grunt, attempting to get the man to scoot back and lay down so she could administer the pain killer effectively.
Quickly injecting the drug once she managed to get the linguist to stop shaking for a few moments, Jackson looked at her for a beat as he went unconscious from the sudden adrenaline release and thereafter sedation of morphine.
-
Waking to find Sam and O'Neill standing beside his bedside talking to Dr. Frasier, Dr. Jackson quietly watched them for a moment. His entire body ached like he had just ran a marathon through pudding, his limbs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds each, his hair hurt, everything hurt.
His mind was still swimming in pain from what he could tell, his vision was blurry and the throbbing was still present in his temples but for the present, Jackson stayed comfortably unaware. Clearing his throat, Jackson looked up at them.
"You okay, kid? Frasier called us and said you started loosing it over your head." Jack said, the graying man never the best with formalities, but always meaning the best which was what Daniel only cared about for the time being instead of correcting him.
"Yeah," Jackson croaked, Clearing his throat again as he rubbed his nose, "Allergies are still bugging me." He said, Frasier making a face.
"Still bugging you? You have the equivalent to kill a small child from what Janet's told us." Jack said, Sam giving the Colonel a look.
Giving a nod in reply, Jackson rubbed his eyes quietly as he brushed back his hair. "How long was I out?" He asked eventually as Sam came over to his bedside.
"About 45 minutes. You sure you're okay? Dr. Frasier is running your blood work to see if anything of this has to do with 29X-393." The blonde woman said, looking over the man for a moment with a concerned glance.
"Besides this headache, I feel fine." Daniel said, failing to tell her the pure sore and achiness that was spreading and overpowering the morphine.
Unconvinced, Sam gave a reluctant nod as she pat his shoulder fondly. "The Colonel, Teal'c, and I have to go to a meeting with SG-4 to brief them on 29X. We'll be back." She said, O'Neill giving Jackson a wave as he walked out. Nodding quietly, Daniel waved back as the two left.
Closing his eyes, Frasier came back as she checked his pupils with one of her flashlights.
"Ah- fuck, Doctor." Daniel gasped at the blinding light inches away from his sensitive eyes.
"Sorry, but you pupil dilation is normal, given your circumstance. How are you feeling?" She asked, checking his lymph nodes as the man gave her a so-so gesture with his hand.
"Shitty." Jackson admitted as he slowly sat up, feeling top heavy yet a million pounds regardless.
Looking at the man in surprise, she ushered him to lay back down. "Not so fast, last thing I need you doing is passing out." She said, looking him over.
-
By then, it was late in the afternoon and Daniel still felt sick, though this time around, he felt like his body was on fire. Frasier had left to get the lab results and Jackson felt a tingle crawl up his spine, first it was small, then the tingle grew from just that- a tingle- to full blown waves of burning hot ripples through his muscles and bones as he let out a jagged gasp.
"Frasier!" He called, the waves of fire growing more constant as his cheeks grew warm. Groaning quietly, the pain eased which left the blonde gasping for air, his lungs feeling squeezed in his ribcage before being let go as he trembled.
Letting out another cry of pain, the man sat up, panting in agony as he looked down at the white bedsheets, shaking from the effort to not vomit. Looking at his shaking hands, the man's eyes grew wide in horror as he watched the flesh of his hands turn a dark purple for a moment before a sense of dead filled him.
"Frasier!" He yelled again, this time his voice high with panic as he watched his hands seem to enlarge before his eyes. Letting out a rattling breath, Jackson felt like he was in some sick dream as the numbing sensation spread from his hands to his arms, to his chest and running down his legs.
Running down the hall, Frasier quickly opened the door to the infirmary, one of the stationed guards telling her Jackson had been urgently calling for her. As the woman entered, she fell dead in her tracks, staring at the man infront of her. Daniel had grown nearly a foot since she'd left.
"Frasier? What's happening to me?" Daniel asked in panic, his voice shaking as was his expanding body. Looking down at the sound of fabric stretching, the man got up, his head shooting towards the ceiling as his shirt clung to his growing chest.
"Frasier?" Jackson said, struggling not to have a panic attack as the woman stared up at the archaeologist is horror. This was something out of science fiction novels: not reality. Certainly not in her own lifetime.
Getting to his knees to avoid the light fixtures hanging from the ceiling, Daniel was loosing space, the seams of his shirt splitting as his pants. Letting out a pained grunt, Jackson quickly grabbed the blanket from his bed, throwing it over his hips as he outgrew his clothes.
"Help me! Janet, help me!" The blonde said, sounding on the verge of tears as his shoulders grew taller than the frame of the viewing windows a story above the infirmary floor.
Regaining herself, Janet ignored every rational thought in her mind to high tail it out of there as she jumped over the expanding leg nearing her direction. Running over to the red lock down button on the wall, Janet slammed her fist against it as the compound went into lock down. Grabbing the phone on the desk, she quickly dialed the number of General Hammond's office.
"H-Hammond! It's Dr. Jackson, sir... No, he isn't fine! Sir- Dr. Jackson is going through some kind of hyper growth! I need backup in here!" She said frantically as she looked up at the agonized man, his giant hands flying to cover his ears at the blaring alarms to block out the terrible sound.
#g/t#Stargate#my writing#g/t angst#daniel jackson#SG-1#giant/tiny#g/t concept#giant growth#sam carter#colonel jack o'neill
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I posted 3,681 times in 2022
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I would love to see a post with this gif and just shots of Jack’s ass. Anyone able to make this happen? Lol
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#4
This little exchange in the Stargate book Sunrise reminded me of this gif. 😂
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Adorkable and MacGyver have made it into the dictionary. A word for Amanda Tapping and one for Richard Dean Anderson.
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Whumptober Masterpost!!!
Day 1: The Eliot Spencer Job
Prompt: “It wasn’t supposed to end up this way”
Fandom: Leverage
Summary: Eliot fucks up and some fuck ups can't be fixed. So he leaves. But Leverage was never going to let him go that easily.
Day 2: Cage + Jumper Cables
Prompt: Caged
Fandom: MacGyver
Summary: Mac finds himself locked in a wire storage locker at the mercy of someone who just wants him to suffer.
Day 3: Poison and Pain
Prompt: Impaled
Fandom: Witcher
Summary: Geralt is impaled through his leg during a fight and Jaskier has to tend his wounds.
Day 4: Blood and Bones (chapter 1)
Prompt: Waking up disoriented
Fandom: Leverage/MCU Crossover
Summary: Sam and Riley get sent to rescue a Delta that's been shot. Turns out they know the guy.
Day 5: The Midair Job
Prompt: Blood loss
Fandom: Leverage
Summary: When Parker finally gets herself into a climbing accident, Eliot is there to help.
Day 6: Thicker than water
Prompt: “I’ve got a pulse”
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: A brief vignette from Jack's POV during their captivity with Nirrti on P3X-367.
Day 7: Definitions
Prompt: Silent Panic Attack
Fandom: Witcher
Summary: Jaskier makes a rash decision to join a fight with Geralt.
Day 8: Small Comforts
Prompt: Back from the dead
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: A vignette of Jack's time with Ba'al. Set during Abyss (s06e06).
Day 9: Song for a dreamer
Prompt: Tossing and turning; Caught in a storm
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: Jack's injured and they're stuck riding out a storm off-world. Sam POV.
Day 10: Assumption of Command
Prompt: Whipping
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: SG1 makes a mistake no one could have foreseen. Jack takes responsibility.
Day 11: Pliers + Oxy
Prompt: Self-done first aid
Fandom: MacGyver
Summary: Mac hurts and then fixes himself while doing a science project at home.
Day 12: Of Iron and Wheat
Prompt: Rusty nail
Fandom: Witcher
Summary: Geralt can't find his bard and goes looking. He finds Jaskier in an unpleasant predicament.
Day 13: Aurora aliena
Prompt: Fracture, dislocation
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: Daniel falls while on a mission.
Day 14: Going alone
Prompt: Desperate measures
Fandom: MacGyver
Summary: The Ghost comes back for Mac and he does the only thing he can think to do to save both himself and Jack.
Day 15: On nobody’s schedule
Prompt: Emotional damage, new scars
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: Sam deals with the aftermath of an off-world injury. Jack offers some insight.
Day 16: Hot sand and warm soup
Prompt: “No one’s coming”
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: When Jack and Sam are trapped in Antarctica, he briefly tells her about a time he got injured during a parachute jump over the Iran-Iraq border in 1980. This is that.
Day 17: Reality is the mind of the beholder
Prompt: Touch starved, sensory overload
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: The team finds Sam physically intact after four days in enemy hands. But not all injuries are obvious.
Day 18: Just get it over with
Prompt: “Just get it over with”
Fandom: MacGyver
Summary: Jack is injured on an op and receives his infraction slip on the med flight home. For once, Jack gets a medical deferral but the thought of waiting over a week is too much and Jack opts to just get it over with.
Day 19: Blood and Bones (chapter 2)
Prompt: Knees buckling
Fandom: Leverage/MCU Crossover
Summary: Sam and Riley get sent to rescue a Delta that's been shot. Turns out they know the guy.
Day 20: Words unspoken
Prompt: Prisoner trade
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: Jack trades Mot for Teal'c.
Day 21: Good intentions
Prompt: “Take me instead”
Fandom: MacGyver
Summary: Mac does what he does best - improvise. But it's at the wrong time and in the wrong place, and it's not Mac who pays the price.
Day 22: Like trying to touch light
Prompt: Toxic
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: Jack's POV during and after Daniel's death in "Meridian."
Day 23: The benefit of a great many at the cost of one
Prompt: Tied to a table
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: The team is captured for medical experimentation and Daniel is picked to go first.
Day 24: Io’s Torment
Prompt: Blood covered hands
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: SG-1 encounters an unknown parasite off-world. With Daniel being the only uninfected person, it falls to him to save everyone else.
Day 25: Buried Landmines
Prompt: Duct tape
Fandom: Leverage
Summary: Eliot accidentally stumbles onto a trigger of Hardison's during a con.
Day 26: Rope burn
Prompt: Rope burn
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: Jack rope burns his hands.
Day 27: Goals
Prompt: Stumbling
Fandom: Leverage
Summary: Eliot takes a hit for the sake of the con. Hardison has something to say about that.
Day 28: Ghosts
Prompt: Punching a wall in anger
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: Daniel is nearly killed in front of the whole team while they can do nothing more than watch. Jack, and unsurprisingly Daniel, both have a hard time coming back from it.
Day 29: Theory vs Practice
Prompt: Defiance
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: SG1 is on a mission to secure a trade deal with a planet that has significant naquadah deposits. The problem is the rigidly oppressive caste system in their society. Daniel, unable to look the other way, lands himself in hot water after "interfering" in their way of life, or as Daniel calls it "helping people."
Day 30: Through thick and thin
Prompt: “Please don’t touch me”
Fandom: MacGyver
Summary: Jack wakes up in the middle of the night and suddenly his world - their world - is turned upside down.
Day 31: The first step is the hardest
Prompt: “You can rest now”
Fandom: Leverage
Summary: The beginning of the end for Eliot's employment with Damien Moreau.
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Happy 25th anniversary to Stargate SG-1
I have nothing to offer in the vein of fanfic or gifs today. I can only say, well, thank you. For your hope, your humor, your humanity. For catalyzing such a wonderful fandom. And thank you especially, especially, especially for creating my team: Jack, Sam, Teal'c, Daniel. I'll always love you for that. No matter what. 💙💙💙
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Y'all can I ramble about how similar the two Daniels are for a minute 'cause like WOW
They both have tragic/traumatic childhoods and crave connection because of it, they both took refuge in history/academia/archeology and became experts in linguistics, they both went on one (1) expedition that changed their whole universes forever
And they BOTH have equal potential for great good and great evil, and that's the most fascinating part about them to me
I feel like they're each others' shadows tbh
Daniel of Mayfair is the one who chose the evil and Daniel Jackson is the one who chose the good
They both have very selfish/self-serving tendencies, and have "for the greater good" mindsets much of the time in LOTS of situations where it probably shouldn't be applied, and they're both obsessive yet impulsive
Daniel of Mayfair was thrown headlong into a world he didn't understand where everyone was manipulating him and trying to take advantage of him, and in every situation in which he was presented with a moral choice he ultimately chose the wrong
Daniel Jackson was thrown headlong into a world no one on earth understood with people who were very passionate about helping him figure it out and cared about him, and is FREQUENTLY presented with moral choices by his pseudo father figure purposefully to make sure he makes the right choice
In Thor's Hammer, Jack makes Daniel be the one to hold the staff and shoot the hammer, he makes Daniel choose to save Teal'c's life over potentially being able to save his wife and brother-in-law's lives at some point in the future, and when Daniel is standing there hesitating Jack mutters, "Come on" because he's pulling for him to make the right choice and looks palpably relieved when Daniel does shoot the hammer
In The Torment of Tantalus, when Daniel says he'd rather die than leave this universe-altering knowledge behind and begs Jack to let him stay, Jack does, but stays at the bottom of the stairs and waits. And sure enough a mere moment later Daniel sighs and turns back to leave with Jack
And in Bloodlines, when Daniel is NOT with Jack and is just with Sam, Sam tells him killing the infant goulds would make them just as bad as the goulds are, but Daniel turns and shoots them anyway, and Sam looks legitimately afraid of him in that moment
Daniel Jackson clearly needs a steady, guiding hand keeping him on the straight and narrow, much like another Daniel I know
That's why I have my whole au where Hazel and the ghost of Elise team up to make sure Daniel becomes a decent man, because he obviously has the potential as long as he makes the right choices
And I think it'll go pretty well for them, considering how much success Jack has had with Dr. Jackson
But the point of all this was that I feel like each of them could just as easily have become the other in different situations
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Stargate SG-1 Fic: reclaim (the destiny rules remix) (1/1), Teen
Sam/Jack. This isn't actually a new fic. I'm updating my Tumblr fanfic page and realized that I'd never actually put this on here, so here we are!
@amaradangeli asked me what I would write if I could make an alternate ending to Forfeit. Well, here it is. Thanks for waiting an embarrassingly long time for it. <3
Because this fic is very different from Forfeit, I'm considering it a remix. You don't have to read Forfeit to understand this one (and mind the warnings of that fic if you do decide to read it).
Many sincere thanks to @sharim28 for the beta. She's wonderful. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
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She’s supposed to be on vacation by now.
She’s been thinking about a trip on her motorcycle for a month already; her plan is to ride into New Mexico, or maybe Utah. She hasn’t decided yet, but she’s got almost two weeks and this time she doesn’t want to stay at home.
The General asked them to meet in the briefing room at the last minute, and it had only taken minutes for Daniel and the Colonel to start fidgeting and checking their watches. She thinks that Daniel has a conference in Chicago he’s anxious to attend (although she suspects that, like her, he's just ready to get out of Colorado), and she guesses that the Colonel is going fishing. She's stopped asking, and he's stopped telling her.
She’s just about to clear her throat pointedly at the Colonel’s incessant tapping when the General walks into the room with a folder in his hand. The look on his face as he sits has her mentally kissing her Indian goodbye.
Apparently the Colonel has the same impression. "Sir..." His tone is borderline insubordinate, but that's normal.
A corner of the General's mouth turns up, but he sounds regretful. "I'm sorry, Colonel. The Redalians are asking for a renegotiation of the mining rights agreement."
To her left, Daniel sighs. "Why?"
"Their planting season is approaching. They've noticed some unanticipated runoff on their fields from the nearby naquada mines, and they're concerned that it will adversely affect crop growth."
Daniel's ready to go, but it's obvious he can understand the Redalians' concerns. "They want us to shift our mining operations before the season starts?" At Hammond's nod, Daniel sighs. "That sounds reasonable. But?"
She pipes up then. "But our surveys so far show the naquada deposits are concentrated in one area. We've been taking samples from areas outside the city, but so far we haven't discovered any deposits large enough to warrant mining."
"So setting up shop somewhere else isn't an option, then?" The Colonel asks, brows raised.
"No," the General replies. "In the meantime, the Redalians have shut down the mining operation, effectively cutting off one of our largest sources of naquada."
"Which has the Pentagon up in arms,” the Colonel finishes. Sardonically enough that she has to smile down at the table.
"Yes. We're agreeing to immediate negotiations in the hopes that we can resume operations as soon as possible."
Beside her, Daniel is leaning forward. "Where do we fit in?"
"SG-1 was the team who negotiated the original agreement, so you're the most familiar with the situation."
She's suppressing another grin as the General raises his hand to forestall whatever the Colonel is about to say. "However, because it's been some time since SG-1 as a team has had downtime, I'm assigning SG-2 to the negotiations. Having said that, I'd still like one of you to accompany them to the proceedings."
"General"-
"Colonel, the Redalian leadership knows you. They trust you. SG-2 is very capable of handling this, but I believe the presence of a member of SG-1 at the negotiations would make them more comfortable with whatever compromise we reach. Since Teal'c has already left to visit his son, that leaves one of you."
The General taps his papers on the table as he rises. "SG-2 leaves this afternoon at 1500. I'll leave it to your discretion to decide who will accompany them."
He says the last to the Colonel, and leaves the three of them standing in the briefing room. The Colonel looks at Daniel first.
"No." Daniel says firmly.
The Colonel just continues to stare. "You're the best qualified for this thing."
“Jack, I’ve already bought the tickets.”
She watches the Colonel watch the rest of his team. For a moment his eyes settle on her and she’s afraid that he’s going to order her to go.
But then he sighs heavily and shoves his hand through his hair. “Okay, no one wants to give up their downtime. I say we draw straws.”
It’s a reasonable solution to their problem. “Okay,” she relents. “Fair enough, sir.”
Daniel’s not as gracious. “Fine.” He sounds annoyed, and the bite in his voice tells her just how desperate he is to get it over with.
Colonel O’Neill disappears down the hall.
Daniel moves wordlessly to the window to stare at the stargate. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, and tries to think of something to say that will make peace while they wait. “What’s in Chicago?”
“A three-day conference on Egyptology.”
She can’t help but raise her eyebrows. “Only three days? What do you plan to do with the other seven?”
“I don’t know, Sam. Go to the museums. Do some writing. Relax. Something completely unrelated to the stargate.”
The belligerence in his voice makes her blink in surprise. “Okay. I’m sorry.” She means it, although she’s not sure for what exactly she’s apologizing.
He winces as he turns. “No, it’s just”-
“Okay!” The Colonel sweeps into the room, ending whatever it was that Daniel was going to say. “Let’s do this.”
He puts his back to them as he lines up three straws of varied lengths in his hand. When he’s done, he offers them first to Daniel, who picks the last straw.
Sam draws next, and although the Colonel hasn’t revealed the straw he was left with, she knows immediately that she’s lost.
It’s definitely the short straw.
Relieved, Daniel tosses his medium-length straw into the trash. “Well…okay. I’m going to go ahead and go. I’ll see you guys in two weeks.” And then he’s out the door, obviously trying to get out of the mountain before something else comes up.
The Colonel, of course, is grinning. “Cheer up, Carter. This probably won’t take long. Two, three days tops, and then you can go do…whatever it is you do.”
She knows he’s kidding, really she does. But she can’t help but feel like she’s being dismissed, or patronized, or something, and she can’t explain it so she lets it go.
“Yes sir,” she replies on a sigh and watches him leave.
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She’s going to have to scream soon. That, or pass out.
She’s on a stretcher, and she can see the top of the stargate as they pass through. She doesn’t know who is carrying her, but she doesn’t really care as long as they stop moving soon.
She catches a glimpse of Griff to her left – he’s holding a bandage to his ear, which is bleeding so badly it has colored his neck black. He’d been lying next to her when the MALP was hit, and she remembers him trying to pull her out of the path of the blast. She hopes it’s not as bad as it looks.
Janet appears above her, and she tries to blink to get rid of the black dots swimming in the air. Then someone is squirting something wet and cold in her eyes. It burns. She has to squeeze her eyes shut to get them to stop.
She thinks Janet is saying something to her, can see her lips moving, but all she can hear is a weird sort of buzzing that drowns everything else out.
She feels herself being lifted onto something soft, a gurney maybe, and they are sliding her over and she’s going to scream soon. There’s a hand tugging at her arm, one at her good knee, and hands at her neck, and they’re turning her onto her side.
This time she does scream. Loudly. She knows because she can hear it.
She’s moving, and she’s fascinated by the lights as they whoosh above her. Eventually all she can see is the outlines of the people around her and it’s enough to send her into blackness.
Later (it has to be much later because the pain is dull and her face feels clean) she wakes and looks to her left. The Colonel and Teal’c are on the next bed watching her, and Colonel O’Neill pushes away from where he’s sitting on the edge to move over her.
She opens her mouth – she thinks she does – but nothing comes out. So she closes her eyes again.
The next time she wakes it’s because her right side feels like it’s being torn apart. She can feel the pain but she can’t move, and she’s terrified. It’s possible she’s crying, but she can’t be sure.
A long moment passes before Colonel O’Neill appears again, and she feels his hand on her arm, warmly pressing against the inside of her elbow. He’s talking, but not loud enough to push past the buzzing silence. He must figure out that she’s not taking anything in, because he stops and his eyes tighten in a way she’s come to recognize as concern.
He doesn’t move away, and she passes out again as his hand tightens on her elbow.
When she wakes again she knows it’s the last time. She’s not sure how much time has passed, but the infirmary is dark and there’s no movement that she can see. She’s having trouble processing things; she can think and see, but everything is slow and tight, like thread being pulled through closed fingers. She’s not as aware as she should be.
But she still feels his hand on her arm.
He’s in the same place he was before, only this time he’s sitting. His arm is outstretched, and her eyes follow the dips and lines of light along it to where his shoulders are level with the bed. His head is bowed.
She can sense Teal’c somewhere. The charge she always feels around him says he’s close, but she doesn’t see him. Knowing he’s there is enough.
She wants to move, and is surprised at the urge she feels to slide her hand over and into the Colonel’s hair. It’s a kind of comfort she’s never been able to give him. She really wants to give it to him now.
She wants to ask where Daniel is. Wants to take in the affection and passion that she’s always associated with who he is. But she remembers the way he was, and that’s enough too.
She tries to move her arm a little to get the Colonel’s, Jack’s, attention, and is dully surprised at how hard it is to manage just a wiggle.
It works immediately. His head jerks up, and he’s on his feet in a second looking down at her. He says something that she thinks is Carter, but she can’t hear it. She would panic at the knowledge, but the panic would be a waste of this precious energy.
This energy that is unnatural. She’s seen it before, and knows it won’t last.
She thinks: I am going to die. The thought is just there. I am going to die.
She thinks maybe that’s okay. What else is there to do? Maybe she knew it before, before the dark when the lights were rushing by, and then she thinks, before when? Before what? And she doesn’t know anymore.
But Jack is still standing over her, moving his hand to hers. He’s never held her hand before when she was in the infirmary. It makes her cry. She’s not sure if he sees so she tries her best to squeeze his hand, feels him return the pressure.
She can see his eyes, warm and sad. She’s glad for it even as she wishes she didn’t recognize the look in them. She uses up the rest of her energy on a painful smile and hopes he understands what she’s trying to tell him.
She falls asleep.
-—-
The power of an endless explosion sends Sam flying; she falls through the rushing darkness and there’s no sound and no ground and no tether, and she thinks this is dying--
But then there’s warmth, a hand holding hers. An anchor.
She clings to it and the rushing stops.
-—-
She wakes up on a Saturday. Jack is waiting beside her.
So many things happen around her after that, but she’s only vaguely aware of it; her hearing is slightly better in her left ear than when she came through the gate, but it might be completely gone in her right. She thinks her vision is clear but she’s so drugged up it’s hard to tell for sure. In the lulls between doses, agony spreads down her side from her ribs to her knee, and in those moments she wonders if the rushing darkness was a better choice.
Then those moments pass, and the Colonel’s eyes remind her why it wasn’t.
-—-
“Do you remember what I said to you before you left?” Daniel asks her one night, out of nowhere.
He’s sitting in an uncomfortable chair beside her bed, balancing two textbooks and a notebook on his lap, poised for work he’s not actually doing. He’s barely left her bedside since he got back from Chicago, like he’s afraid she’s going to disappear if he’s gone too long.
The days since Sam came back through the gate stretch and bend and turn, and it takes her a minute to even summon the idea of a ‘before.’ When she does, all she can picture is a briefing like they’ve always had, sitting next to Jack like she almost always did, waiting for a go.
“At the briefing?” she asks, wanting to cringe at the dull sound of her own voice.
“After the briefing,” he says. He’s still looking at his books, smoothing the pages down even though there aren’t any creases she can see. “I snapped at you.”
She looks inward, searches for the memory. It takes a while, because things don’t connect like they used to.
There’s a flash and a sting, and there it is. “The museums,” she murmurs. “You wanted to see the museums.”
His hand stills on the page. “Yeah. I wanted to see the museums.”
“Did you get to go?”
Daniel laughs. Or maybe he cries; the two don’t seem so different right now. “No.”
She studies him, the way his shoulders are hunched and he won’t look up. Unbidden, the last thing he said to Sha’re when she was still Sha’re rises in Sam’s mind, a cascade of connections she can’t stop now that they’re formed.
No no, I won’t be long.
She wonders at his fascination with words, at his obsession with having the right words. She wonders if it’s because of the terror that comes with thinking they’ll be the last thing he ever gets to say to a person he loves.
“Maybe when I’m out of here we could go,” she offers gently. She didn’t blame him for his feelings then, and she doesn’t blame him now. “You could give me the tour.”
She watches him swallow, watches him smooth out one last invisible wrinkle before he looks up at her. His eyes are red-rimmed, but bright. “I’d really like that.”
-—-
The day Sam is notified that she’s being medically retired from the Air Force, her father comes home.
They’ve been slowly preparing her for the transfer from the mountain to a VA rehab hospital in town, and now that she’s going to be a civilian soon, it becomes more urgent. Janet and a nurse are helping her sit up unsupported on the edge of the bed for the first time when Jacob appears, the Colonel lagging behind him.
Jacob stalls just short of reaching her, an arm’s length away, and stares.
She hasn’t seen a mirror in days, but she knows how she must look; bandages cover more of her than her gown, and she feels bruised and swollen everywhere she isn’t covered. It’s hard to look Jacob in the eyes, because they speak volumes: shock and sadness and something else she can’t name.
“Hey kiddo.” His voice is barely audible, but she hears it loud and clear: the something else becomes pride, and it’s that pride, more than the agony and the fear and the relentless fatigue, that overwhelms her.
“Dad,” she manages, and then she bursts into tears.
He folds her into his arms, gentle but enveloping, and she lays her head on his shoulder like she did as a little girl. She remembers she used to think he could hold her and the stars all at the same time, and how nothing scary could touch her when he did.
It’s just the same.
It hurts to cry, and she’s so tired, so she takes deep, hiccuping breaths through her tears. When she finally looks up, Janet and the nurse are gone, but the Colonel—Jack, now, for good—is in the same spot, staring at the floor.
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She settles into the rehab hospital, at least on the outside. On the inside, she feels more unsettled by the day.
Daniel and Teal’c come by often, so often that Sam wonders if they’re not going off-world at all. Her heart aches when she thinks about them stepping through the Stargate without her, and she’s ashamed to be glad they aren’t, so she doesn’t ask.
Jack visits too, although he never stays long when her father is around. There’s a strange tension between them that they seem unwilling to acknowledge, and she’s too busy trying to understand her new reality to figure out theirs.
Everything feels wrong. She’s finally able to wear something other than a gown, but her clothes don’t fit anymore, baggy in some places and stuffy in others. The bedsheets are both too soft and too scratchy. She’s able to eat more food but it tastes too different from the base infirmary’s. There are too many windows, so her room feels bright and shiny and she doesn’t, and she longs for the cool, unchanging dark of the mountain.
And even though she knows it’s not objectively true, she feels as weak as a baby. She can barely stand on her own, and even then she can't stand up straight because the pain and the pull in her abdomen make her weep. It’s a miracle she didn’t lose her right leg, but it’s near to useless now and even with the best possible outcome of her stay here, it’ll never never be as strong as it was before, function like it did before.
It’s like she slid sideways into an alternate reality, and at any moment she’s going to slide back into the right one, and all of this will be just a weird memory from somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be.
The feeling persists through her first week in the hospital and intensifies during the weeks that follow. She’s pushing and pulling herself through therapy that has her relearning how to do the most basic tasks. It’s exhausting and most of the time she doesn’t know what day it is unless her dad or one of her physical therapists mention it.
One day, several weeks into her stay, Teal’c appears unannounced in her room. He’s so large yet so silent that her physical therapist startles badly when she turns to find him waiting patiently behind her as she finishes up a session.
Teal’c tilts his head, confused by her reaction. The PT excuses herself, flustered, and the scene is just absurd enough that Sam smiles despite herself. Teal’c catches it and his dark eyes warm, and he bows a little in good humor.
For a brief moment, she feels almost normal. But then she tries to stand to greet him, moves too quickly and loses her balance amidst a sharp stab of pain that travels all the way up her side, and she has to stoop, lean back against the bed to catch her breath. Teal’c steadies her with a hand to her good hip, and the moment flees, that frustrating, twirling feeling of wrongness rushing back in to sap the levity away.
It’s just starting to warm up, the fickle Colorado weather teasing a beautiful Spring day, so Teal’c coaxes her outside in that gentle way he has—not imposing, but impossible to resist anyway.
She’s not strong or steady enough for walking aids yet, so he pushes her through the hospital garden in the wheelchair that’s become a sullen companion. She tries to find something in the landscape to ground herself in; some kind of connection, or maybe a sign that her world will right itself somehow.
There’s a storm threatening the horizon, still far away and lingering over the mountains. She watches the lightning jump from cloud to cloud, the waves of translucent gray underneath signaling oncoming rain, as Teal’c parks them in an area that overlooks the rest of the grounds.
He moves to stand beside her, not looking at her, instead following her eyes to the horizon. “You have been troubled for some time.”
She swallows. She doesn’t know what to say to describe it, how displaced she feels in her own mind, her own skin. She shifts restlessly, a half-shrug, hoping he’ll accept her silence instead of an answer.
But it’s Teal’c, and he’s never been afraid of silence in the way that humans often are; he’s always been willing to let others dwell in it if they need to, as long as they need to. He lays his hand on her back, his palm big and warm against her shoulder blade, and she can feel his patience, but also his expectation.
In the distance, the clouds rumble and roll. “This…it just doesn’t feel right,” she replies eventually.
“The hospital? It is my understanding that your stay here is temporary. You will grow stronger, and return home in time.”
“No, I don’t mean here.” She can’t help the frustrated tears that clog her voice. “I mean this,” she gestures angrily at the chair, at a body that will never be the same. “All of this. My life. It feels wrong.”
“I feel like-” she starts, and then stops just as quickly, trying to force out the thing that’s slithered through her thoughts since she woke up in the middle of the night with Jack holding her hand, anchoring her back to a world she’d let go of.
The only way to get it out is to whisper it. “I feel like I’m not supposed to be here.”
Teal’c doesn’t make a sound in reply, and when she can bring herself to look up at him, she sucks in a breath at what she sees. He looks like she’s gutted him.
He steps forward, and when he kneels in front of her wheelchair, she understands what a gift it is. Teal’c, who kneels for no one.
“Samantha Carter,” he tells her, softly enough that she has to lean in and turn her good ear toward him. “You are alive. You are with us.”
He reaches out and presses his fingers under her chin so her eyes are steady on his. “This is where you are meant to be.”
She grabs his hand, presses it against her cheek, closes her eyes. She holds him there for a moment, hoping his certainty will sink into her skin and she’ll believe it too. Then she opens her eyes again, nods, and lets their hands fall into her lap.
They stay like that for a long time, looking out at the mountains, until the storm forces them back inside.
——
Sam starts to dream.
Half the time, it’s not even related to the explosion on Redalia—sometimes she’s 30 floors below the desert clutching a dead little girl, sometimes she’s baking cookies in an empty house. And sometimes it’s just a deep, bottomless darkness enveloping her, cold wind pressing against her back as she descends.
When she wakes, she’s wild-eyed, her heart is racing, and the sheets make her feel claustrophobic. She’s left in bed for hours, staring at the light coming in under her door from the hallway, trying to convince herself that she’s really alive.
One morning following a bad night Jack arrives while she’s settling into the sofa in her room. She’s just walked the short way from her bed with her new forearm crutch, unassisted by her PT. It’s a small thing, but it was something she couldn’t do last week. Despite her fatigue, something finally feels like a victory.
He pauses at the door until she waves him in, and she must look as flushed and pleased as she feels, because he gives her a smile. It’s a rare, genuine one, and warmth spreads over her skin all over again.
“Good morning?” he asks as he sits in the chair beside her.
She nods proudly at the crutch resting against the cushion next to her leg. “I walked over here by myself.”
“That’s great.” Jack studies the crutch, a generic one the hospital provided. “That looks a little too station-wagony for you, though.”
She laughs a little. “I’ll work my way up to the corvette.”
She sighs, massaging her injured leg a little absently, and looks up to find him watching her, his eyes moving over her face.
He must see something there, because he tilts his head. “You okay?”
She shrugs one shoulder. “Just a rough night. Couldn’t sleep.”
He’s still watching her, closely enough that she has to resist the urge to squirm. “That happening a lot?”
She smiles, rueful, and shrugs again.
“You could call me,” he says softly, in the tone he uses when he knows he’s toeing a line that they don’t often cross.
She wants to accept the comfort, but habit has her giving him an out. “It’s okay. There’s no reason to keep us both up.”
”I want you to,” he tells her. “I’ll come keep you company.”
She can’t help the skeptical side-eye. “You’re going to get in here in the middle of the night?” She’s pretty sure the hospital has visiting hours, and the twilight hours aren’t among them.
To her amusement, he looks a little offended. “If I can infiltrate a goa’uld mothership, I think I can find my way into this place.”
She’s still skeptical and not a little unsure when she calls him the next night, after a particularly bad dream featuring Bynar. But true to his word, he shows up half an hour later with a pint of ice cream and a VHS full of Simpsons episodes. They finish the pint together, watch TV for hours, and when he leaves just before dawn, she’s dozing dreamlessly.
She doesn’t call Jack every night. She rations his attention like it's a resource that’ll run out at any moment, because she’s still not sure it won’t. Still, he always comes when she calls, always brings a snack because he knows she gets peckish late at night, always brings something that will distract her from whatever woke her up.
He never presses her to talk about it. In fact, they hardly talk about anything of substance at all, and the longer it goes on, the more trouble she has understanding what they’re doing. He clearly enjoys the time with her, but there’s something else underneath it.
Sometimes, when he thinks she’s asleep, he’ll just stand and watch her, and she can hear him take deep, measured breaths like he used to do in the field when he was enduring the pain of a bad wound.
Early one morning there’s an awkward (and, in hindsight, probably inevitable) moment where Jack crosses paths with her dad, him going out as Jacob’s coming in. She’d almost had a full night of sleep before the darkness had terrorized her, so she hadn’t called him until very late. Jack stays longer than he normally does, just sitting with her until she’s drowsy enough to fall back asleep, and she’s just on the cusp of it when her father's low voice rouses her.
“O’Neill,” Jacob says.
“General,” Jack replies, just as stiffly.
She doesn’t open her eyes completely, just enough to see them both under her eyelashes. Jack’s back is to her, but she can see her father stalled in the doorway, looking between her bed and Jack.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have a team to lead?” Jacob asks, in a way that’s so obviously taunting that a bolt of unease brings her back to wakefulness.
There’s several long beats of silence. “No. I’m where I’m needed.”
“Are you, now?” her father asks quietly.
“Yes. I am.” Jack looks over his shoulder at her. She can’t make out the look on his face. “She’s had a long night. You should let her sleep,” he says, then he steps around Jacob and disappears.
She closes her eyes before her father moves again, and neither man seems to have noticed that she was awake, but she still expects one of them to at least mention the encounter in the days after. Neither does, and it’s another piece in a frustrating puzzle, because she hasn’t even begun to form its edges.
She finally breaks a week later. It’s two in the morning, and Sam’s sitting up in bed, absently chewing a pretzel while Jack sets up a game of chess on a bedside table they’ve pulled over. Jack’s elected to sit close tonight, right next to her on the bed so that his thigh warms hers.
He’s working in silence, taking his time, and she takes the opportunity to really look at him. She wonders if he’s having nightmares too, if maybe he needs the companionship as much as she does.
He looks tired.
“Hey,” she says gently, putting her hand on his knee where it rests against her hip. “Why are you here?”
He gives her a look. “You called me.”
“Jack,” she chides. Somehow she’s certain he’s being deliberately obtuse. “Why are you here? Why aren’t you going off-world? Daniel said he and Teal’c have been temporarily assigned to other teams. Did something happen?”
He freezes, the queen in his hand hovering over the board, and for a second it’s so quiet she can hear the ticking of the air conditioner coming through the vents in the ceiling. He sets the piece down on its square.
“Did something happen,” he repeats dully, staring at the chessboard.
Oh. She squeezes her eyes closed. “That’s—“
He slides his hand over her arm to the sensitive skin inside her elbow. The sensation of calluses on her skin stops the words in her throat, and she watches as his index finger lightly touches a jagged, bright pink cut that’s healed enough to be heading towards a scar.
“I’m taking some time. Extended leave. It was that or retirement,” he says, pulling back and continuing to set up the board. He doesn’t look at her. “Hammond chose leave.”
She blinks rapidly. “Will you tell me why?”
He picks up the last piece, a black pawn, and places it carefully on the board. His eyes flick up at her, then back down at his lap.
He shakes his head, once, and then turns the chess board toward her. “White goes first.”
She swallows, then squeezes his knee. “Okay,” she says, and considers her first move.
—-
Getting used to the forearm crutch is slow-going. Every day she uses it for a little longer, but today she and Dad aren’t walking far; just from the door to the garden, around the even-tiled terrace with it’s beautiful view, and then back inside. They’ve barely made it to the terrace and already she’s a little breathless.
Sensing her fatigue, her Dad starts to curl his hand under her arm to support her, and she shakes him off with a jerk and an irritated glance. He puts up his hands to show he’s backing off, and she sighs.
She’s learning a whole new rhythm for walking, moving her still-healing leg in time with the crutch, adjusting to a more limited gait while keeping her balance, and it’s exhausting. That along with the slow pace is making her impatient and short-tempered. She’s so tired of being tired.
Still, she’s trying not to ruin the time she still has with her Dad, so she takes a deep lungful of air and blows it back out again. “Sorry,” she mumbles, and out of the corner of her eye she sees him smile a little in reply.
The Tok’ra have been calling, so to speak, and she knows through Daniel that they’ve been putting pressure on her father to resume his duties on the High Council. It’s been months, so it makes sense. That doesn’t mean she’s ready for him to go.
“When do you have to go back?” Sam asks, trying to hide the breathlessness in her voice.
“Who says I have to go back?”
“Dad,” she admonishes. “I love having you here, you know I do. But I also understand if you need to get back. I know how important your work is to you and Selmak.”
He puts a hand on her elbow to bring them both to a stop, and it’s Selmak who speaks. “Nothing is more important to your father than you. Nor to me.”
Because she can’t talk through the rush of emotion that prompts, she leans up and kisses his cheek instead. This time, she’s the one to put her arm through his as she resumes walking. “So what are you going to tell them?”
“That we’re the oldest and wisest among them, and we’ll return when it’s time to return, and not a minute before,” Jacob says, and she grins at his stubbornness. Knowing him, it’s exactly what he’ll say.
“What about you?” he asks.
She frowns a little. “What about me?”
“You’re healing, making progress. The doctors are already talking about your transition out. Have you thought about what you want to do once you get home?”
General Hammond has made it clear that she has her pick of jobs—whatever she decides she wants, he’ll make it happen. It’s not that she isn’t grateful—it’s a huge privilege to have an advocate in someone like the General. But she tries to picture herself in her poorly-lit lab, floors away from the Stargate and any action, studying technology other teams have discovered. Then she tries to imagine standing in front of a classroom full of cadets bored by formulaic math, just trying to pass a class on their way to pulling Gs.
Neither of those pictures fit. When she thinks home, she pictures the gate room, walking up the ramp and trying not to laugh at the Colonel and Daniel‘s banter, the cold, thrilling embrace of a wormhole, the foreign smells and sounds of a new planet.
But that doesn’t fit anymore, either. That won’t be home ever again.
So she shrugs, tight-lipped. “I don’t know. I think it’s too early to think about it.” She can practically feel her father’s disapproval, so she deliberately lightens the tone as they start around the other side of the terrace, back towards the entrance to the hospital. “But the guys are apparently planning a big ‘breakout bash.’ I’m told there’ll be cake and barbecue. Jack’s even agreed to keep his beer off the steaks.”
Her father’s arm tenses against hers, and he flexes his neck a little in annoyance. “How thoughtful of Colonel O’Neill.”
The subtly derisive tone, the way he emphasizes Jack’s rank, has her back up immediately. She certainly never thought her father would approve of the feelings she and Jack couldn’t acknowledge while they were in the same chain of command, but that’s not the case anymore, and his judgmental tone rankles. She slows down even more, forcing him to turn toward her. “Dad. Stop.”
“What? I said it was thoughtful, didn’t I?” he says with barely restrained belligerence.
He steps forward as if to continue toward the door, but she plants her feet and looks up at the sky for a moment in frustration. “Yeah, but you and I both know that’s not what you meant. I need you to get over this.”
“Get over it?” Jacob draws up sharply, expression incredulous. “Get over the fact that he completely abdicated his responsibility as a commanding officer and came very close to getting my kid killed?”
She’s stunned into silence, mind spinning. She’d thought the tension between the two men had been borne out of her father's discomfort with her burgeoning closeness with her former CO, but this? This is so much worse. “That’s not what happened.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No,” she says, horrified. “We all agreed to draw straws. It could have been any of us.”
“It should never have even been an option,” he says, nearly yelling, his eyes hard. “Jack was the officer in charge, and he should have been the one to go on that mission. He didn’t. He’s the reason you’re here.”
“Yeah, Dad,” she says, voice high and thready because her throat aches with all the truth she can’t say. She can’t tell him about those last few moments—how she’d accepted death, how it felt like being torn apart but also a little like falling asleep, and how, if it hadn’t been for Jack’s eyes and Jack’s hand and Jack’s absolute refusal to let her go, she would have just kept falling. “He is.”
Birds sing in the trees, and the wind whips her hair into her face while she and her father look everywhere but at each other.
“I don’t understand how you can just forgive him for this,” he finally says.
She shakes her head, turning into the wind to cool her face. Then she meets his eyes so he knows she means it. “I don’t need to forgive him.”
Jacob doesn’t respond, just stares at her, jaw ticking.
There’s nothing left to say, so she passes him, covering the remaining distance to the door alone.
——
The day she’s released from hospital the guys come to pick her up in Janet’s minivan.
It doesn’t take them long to load up what Dad hadn’t already taken to her house, so they all pile in and wait patiently while she eases herself into a seat. Then she looks at Teal’c in the seat next to her, his knees pressing into the back of the driver’s seat, cowboy hat crushed up against the roof, and she laughs until she cries.
They take her straight to Jack’s house for the party. When Daniel suggested having it the same day she was discharged, she’d really only agreed because he seemed so excited about it. Secretly, she’s been afraid it would be too much, that she’s changed too much to enjoy it.
Now it’s time to find out if that’s true.
Jack comes around to help her out of the van, and keeps hold of her arm as they walk up. She lets him.
As they get to his front door, she sees a gently-sloped ramp covering the steps to his door and she stops them both in surprise. When she looks up at him, he shrugs. “Figured it’d be easier at first.”
Daniel pauses too, then throws a look at Jack as he passes that she can’t decipher.
Inside, Cassie is practically hovering in the entryway. “I thought you’d never get here. You drive that van like a grandpa.”
Jack looks indignant. “I do not,” he tips his head at Sam as he hangs up their coats. “You’re just used to Carter driving like she’s in NASCAR.”
She hasn’t driven anything in an eternity. “Please, F1 at least,” she says when she finds her voice. “Only Marines can’t make anything but left turns.”
Then she lifts the arm not holding her crutch, and Cassie rushes right into it. Sam feels Jack’s hand on her back, steadying her when the motion threatens to push her off balance.
Cassie had visited her in the hospital a few times, but it hadn’t been the same. Sam only needs to dip her head a little to press her cheek into the top of Cassie’s head, and the herby smell of her shampoo, of all things, makes her tear up. “Oh, I missed you.”
There’s pain where Cassie squeezes her around her waist, but Sam doesn’t care. “I missed you too,” Cassie says, muffled against her shoulder.
Sam lets herself hold Cassie for another few moments, then lets her go with one last squeeze. “I hope you’ve been supervising?” she asks brightly as Cassie steps back.
“Yep,” Cassie replies, grinning at Jack. “I made Teal’c promise to watch the grill.”
“Oh, go make yourself useful somewhere,” he retorts, pushing her playfully down the hall in front of him, Cassie snickering all the way.
Sam follows at her own pace, and gets distracted by the living room. Jack has rearranged it to fit another ramp on the steps leading down, and for a minute she’s stymied by it.
Daniel steps up beside her, puts his arm around her. They look down at Jack’s living room.
She gestures at it. “Did you know he was doing this?”
“Uh, no. This is the first I’m seeing it,” he says. And then there’s that look again. “But I can’t say I’m surprised.”
She frowns at him, but he just squeezes her shoulder, and goes outside to help Teal’c.
She blows out a breath, then turns and makes her way to the kitchen. She finds Jack there, arranging the potluck-style dishes, putting serving spoons next to them for when it’s time to eat. He has the look of someone doing busywork to avoid having to interact with other people. She can relate.
Still, when he looks up and sees that it’s her coming in, his shoulders seem to relax a little. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she replies, leaning against the counter opposite him. She props her crutch up next to her, pulls her arm out to give it a rest.
“You want a drink?”
“Please,” she says gratefully, rubbing her wrist lightly. He goes to the fridge and pulls out a diet coke for her and a beer for himself. It’s not the beer she suddenly longs for (and can’t have, thanks to her medication), but it’ll do.
She opens the can, takes a sip. It burns going down, but in a good way. She fiddles with the tab, pushing it right and left. Jack opens his beer, flicking the top into the trash in the corner—impressive—then settles across from her, watching her.
“Thank you for…everything,” she tells him. “You’ve been so thoughtful, I…” she stops, laughing a bit at her own stumbling. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he tells her quietly. “I want you to be comfortable here.”
Something in his voice makes her look up sharply, searching his face. There’s an intensity there that makes her pulse start to run.
He puts his beer down onto the counter and steps toward her, reaching out to touch her arm. “Carter—”
“General Hammond is here,” Janet says from the doorway, startling Sam and making Jack drop his hand.
Janet leans in further, looks more closely at the two of them. “Sorry. Am I interrupting something?”
Jack smiles tightly. “No.”
Sam straightens. “We’ll be right there, Janet.”
Janet raises an eyebrow, but nods. “Okay,” she says, leaving with one last disbelieving look at Sam.
Sighing, she threads her arm back into her crutch and goes to greet the General, Jack following.
It’s always strange to see him in plain clothes, the man who’s been a giant in her life since she was a little girl. Stranger still, because their relationship, like everything, has changed yet again, she’s not sure how to navigate it now when it isn’t governed by military courtesies.
“Sir,” she and Jack say simultaneously, and for some reason it makes her cringe.
The General seems amused by them both. He and Jack shake hands. “Jack, thank you for hosting.” Then he turns back to Sam and places his hands on her shoulders.
She straightens under his review. She has the strongest memory of being 8 years old and standing at attention in front of him, trying to impress him with how still and serious she could be. She remembers how he hadn’t laughed as other men might have, but had taken her shoulders just like this and nodded with approval.
At ease, Sam.
“I’m glad to see you, Sam,” he tells her gently.
The pride in his voice is unmistakable, and she can’t help but lean in for a hug. “You too, Uncle George,” she whispers. He pats her back in response, then pulls back.
When he steps around her and Jack to join the others, she looks back toward the door and finds her father waiting on the threshold.
His presence is so unexpected that for a few seconds Sam can only stare. He’d left the hospital before the guys had shown up, and Sam had assumed that was intentional, that he was still too angry with her and with Jack to stick around, even to celebrate her homecoming.
And yet, here he is.
She risks a look at Jack. He’s standing close to her side, like he used to when he sensed trouble deep in the shadows of the trees, and he looks so braced that Sam’s heart runs up into her throat.
She opens her mouth to say something, anything, to prevent this from escalating into something they can’t come back from, but Jacob cuts her off before she can begin.
“I’m not over it,” he says, as rigid as he was that day on the terrace. “I don’t know that I’ll ever be. I’m sorry, Sam.”
The sound of happy chatter, clanging plates wafts in from behind them, punctuating the bubble of discord around them. “Dad—”
“But I think I can manage a beer,” he tells Jack, surprising her again. “If you have room for one more.”
It’s not an olive branch. That might never come. But Jacob is trying, and he’s doing it for her, and it might be the best she can hope for right now.
Ultimately, though, it’s not an offer that’s hers to accept, and she can only stand silently, waiting for Jack.
“Of course,” Jack says beside her, at length. “There’s always room for you, Jacob.” It’s guarded, but honest, and Sam releases a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.
Jacob nods, kisses her cheek, then follows General Hammond’s path through the house.
She and Jack linger, as if to recover their bearings in the aftermath of her father.
Jack clears his throat. “I guess I better get him that beer.”
She gives a strangled laugh, reaching out for his arm. She wants to thank him for being so good with her dad, despite how poorly he’s treated Jack, but somehow she knows that’d be the wrong thing to say. Instead, she squeezes his arm and hopes he gets what she’s trying to convey.
He seems to. He covers her hand, squeezes, then lets go.
They go back to the party.
—
She mingles, talks to as many people as she can. The guest list turns out to be fairly small, just people she works closely with on base (she’s sure she has Jack to thank for that), and it’s genuinely wonderful to see them all. But by the time she’s made the rounds and people start filing out, Sam’s exhausted.
She’s said goodbye to her dad, who left with General Hammond earlier, and to Daniel and Teal’c just a few minutes ago.
Now it’s just Janet and Cassie left, so she walks them to the door. Janet’s eyeing Sam’s posture judgmentally, and this time she can’t blame her. Her leg aches, and she knows she’s overdone it on the standing because she can feel the muscles in her back cramping and her crutch arm is sore. She knows she probably looks as worn out as she feels.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Janet asks again.
Sam looks over her shoulder into the house, where she catches a glimpse of Jack cleaning up, giving them space to talk. She turns back to Janet and smiles. “I’m good.”
“Okay. You have all your medication?” Janet asks, in full doctor mode.
“I do,” Sam replies dutifully.
“Good. Please actually take it.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, Dr. Frasier.”
“I saw that,” Janet chides, gives Sam a hug, then moves outside so Cassie can too.
“Have fun,” Cassie whispers suggestively in her ear before she lets go.
Like that’s even an option for her right now. “Goodnight, Cassie,” she replies, stepping back.
Cassie winks as Sam closes the door behind them.
Sam sags against the door. It was a good day, but a long one, and all she wants to do is sit and rest and catch her breath. She sighs, straightens up, intending to go back to the living room, but then her eyes fall on her coat.
A few minutes of peace on Jack’s porch sounds like exactly what she wants, so she grabs it and heads back. She doesn’t see Jack on the way, but she figures he knows where to find her.
The cool air hits her face as soon as she steps outside and she sighs again, this time happily. There’s a cushioned chair set not too far away from where the wide steps open out into the yard, so she picks that one, groaning as she lowers herself down. She lets her crutch drop the short way to the wood, and stretches her right leg out as far as it will extend.
She’s always loved this porch, and not just because of the good memories the team’s made here, of which there are many. She loves it because it’s another example of Jack’s dedication; it’s a reminder of how hard he worked to build something solid, something that can withstand bad weather and a shifting earth. Kind of like SG-1.
The door slides open behind her.
“Sorry,” she says, not turning around. “I just needed some air.”
“I can’t imagine why,” he says, coming up alongside her. “It’s been nothing but roses and jokes since you got here.” His wryness makes her smile.
He sighs. “We probably shouldn’t have let Daniel do this today.”
She shrugs. “I don’t think it would have been easier any other day.”
He tips his head in concession, taking a swig of the beer he brought out with him.
The sun is setting, throwing pink light over the porch and the green grass that smells like he mowed it today. She breathes in, lets the crisp air fortify her.
“What were you going to say, before, in the kitchen?” she asks before she loses her nerve.
Jack puts his beer up on the railing, turning it and watching the light reflect and fracture on the wood underneath the glass.
“I hear Hammond offered you R&D in Nevada,” he says.
Her brows furrow. She’s not sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that. “Among other options, yes.”
“Are you going to take it?”
She shifts, uncomfortable in a way that has nothing to do with her leg or the chair. “Maybe. I don’t know. It’s an amazing opportunity. It would’ve been even before…all of this. And sometimes I think a fresh start might be best.”
Jack’s gone still; even his fingers are frozen on the bottle. When he speaks again, his voice is strained. “I know I let you down.”
She’s unprepared for the jolt of pain that lances through her, and she has to suck in a breath just to get through it. “That’s not true.”
“It is. I did,“ he says, and she can’t see his face, because he won’t look at her, but she can see his throat working in profile. “And I know it’s not fair to ask you to stay, but I’m asking anyway.”
It’s strange, because her lungs feel so heavy that she feels like all the air has disappeared, even in the openness of the backyard. “Jack.”
He finally turns, and to her shock, kneels on the deck in front of her. His eyes are eloquent. “You can do whatever you want. Teach at the Academy and scout candidates for the program. Consult on base and be the head geek. Ditch it all and work on your Indian all day. Whatever it is you do—” his voice breaks, she breaks too, because she knows they’ve been carrying those words around and the weight nearly killed them both. “Whatever it is you do, Carter, do it here. Do it with me.”
She touches his cheek, and he makes a pained noise, closing his eyes and turning his face into her hand. Emotion has closed her throat, making words impossible, so she leans forward and kisses him instead.
Jack responds immediately, sitting up and pressing her back into the chair. He opens his mouth to hers and she can taste his desperation, feel it in the way his arms come up and around her, pulling her as close as he can get her. She strokes a hand through his hair, wraps her other arm around him, finds him trembling.
When he pulls away and presses his forehead against her chest, Sam tucks her cheek against his hair and just holds him. “I’m here,” she whispers, and he shudders. She blinks hard over burning eyes. “We’ll be okay.”
They breathe together for a long time, until the pink light shrinks to the horizon and the crickets start to chirp.
“Can I stay here tonight?” she asks lowly.
He kisses her collarbone. “You can stay as long as you want.”
“Good,” she says, pulling away slightly. “Because I think I might live in this chair now.”
He laughs, that gratifying, huffing laugh he has, and pulls back. He reaches up, runs his thumb under her eye, wiping away moisture. He scans her face, and she lets him look, hoping he finds whatever he needs there.
He must, because he smiles a little. “Come on, let’s get you inside,” he says, grunting as he stands.
“Are you sure you can make it?” she teases.
He holds out his hands for her, and she takes them. “We’ll manage,” he tells her, and his voice is steady and sure.
She believes him.
——
She doesn’t take the job in Nevada.
In the end, she decides to return to the mountain, leading the science and research division as the world’s foremost expert on the Stargate.
And it’s everything she feared: it’s awkward and uncomfortable as she finds her place there as a scientist instead of an airman. Sometimes the longing to step into a wormhole one more time is so strong that it’s a physical ache. Watching Jack and Daniel and Teal’c go through with someone that isn’t her will never stop being unsettling, no matter how much time passes.
But the fundamentals remain. The charge she gets from studying alien technology is as exhilarating as it ever was, and now she actually has the time to create, to make things that will protect the planet and advance the human race. She doesn’t know it yet, but one day she’ll watch the Prometheus lift out of the ground and ascend to the sky and then to the stars, and she’ll think: I built that.
Sam feels it all, the good and the bad. It’s solid and real and powerful and sometimes it hurts, but it feels right.
At the end of her first week back, it’s her job to give General Hammond and SG-1 a briefing on the properties of the planet they’re about to visit. She stands in front of the table, meets Jack’s eyes across the room, and warms from head to toe at the confidence she finds there. Daniel gives her that same knowing look, but this time she gets it and it takes all her willpower not to roll her eyes at him.
When she looks at Teal’c, he nods at her solemnly, but his eyes are shining.
You are alive. You are with us. This is where you are meant to be.
General Hammond enters the room, and SG-1 stands until he sits. When they’re all settled again, the General nods at her. “Doctor Carter, please begin.”
And she does.
#genie's stuff#sam x jack#stargate sg1#fanfic#my fic#hurt/comfort#references to canon-typical violence#references to bynar#post-injury recovery#brief body dysmorphia#brief references to dissociation#angst#LOOK LOOK AMARA I DID IT FOR REAL THIS TIME#look what is fandom for if not to revisit your own fanfic 14 years later
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Not for nothing but Janet and Sam raising Cassie was basically a completely wasted opportunity. I realize we got Rite of Passage, which frankly I hated then and still hate now because it leans way too much on the "bitchy teenager" trope instead of building any actual character for Cassie, and we know Cassie is why Sam left the SGC before s9, and obviously the show never really did slice of life stuff except with Pete which automatically revoked their right to ever do any slice of life stuff again but I still feel like it could have been a much more interesting thing to explore.
None of SG-1 has anything to lose, really: Daniel has no family besides Nick, who's estranged and then gone; Jack has no one; Teal'c has his family and Bra'tac but he's already committed to potentially never seeing them again. Sam has Jacob, but he's off doing his own thing. How would the show have changed if Sam's relationship with Cassie was cast as something to lose?
We know that SG-1 is quite involved with raising Cassie: Jack GIVES HER A DOG for crying out loud. And of course Cassie's middle school teacher knows Jack by name (cf. Learning Curve), and Sam in particular is very involved, obviously, visiting when she can (cf. In The Line of Duty, although I don't know when exactly this was supposed to air; the shot of Sam in the gate room from 1x02 and beyond is from that episode, which aired as 2x02, which presumably is why they were able to get Katie Stuart for that episode but not again in s5, but I digress. My point is that we can't assume when that was actually supposed to be because it's out of order so presumably it could have meant Sam was involved short term EXCEPT) and planning fun weekend activities (cf. Urgo). Sam buys Cassie's cake in Rite of Passage and we know they regularly play chess, and we know that Sam specifically left the SGC for Cassie between the original finale and S9 (which was actually an excuse for AT's maternity leave, but).
Every time I rewatch, though, I find myself so profoundly frustrated with the fact that Cassie is never there when it's important. Like, sure, maybe they couldn't get either of the actresses. But there's this fun thing in television called dialogue, and they should have taken notes from Leverage: Redemption on talking about an absent character (look I know one predates the other by more than twenty years, but you get it).
One of the things that this show was so good at was the plots with kids, but most of the kids end up going home or going elsewhere (Merrin and Charlie, respectively, for instance but also I am once again asking what the hell happened to Loran?) and Cassie stays. They let Cassie back on base during In the Line of Duty, so where is she in Entity, or even Death Knell, Grace, or Line in the Sand? Where is she in Meridian? Did she ever meet Jonas? Or Cam or Vala? What was her opinion of Pete? Where did she go after Heroes? (She may have been old enough to be in college, maybe, but still.)
I realize there are always unanswered questions (like what happened to Satterfield? Did Haley end up working on an SG team? Did Grogan get reassigned?) but I just have so many specifically about Cassie, and by extension her relationship with Sam, and by another extension Sam and Janet's friendship.
Anyway, this is more of a ramble than a coherent set of thoughts but basically: I realize that slice of life stuff wasn't this show's schtick, and I think that suits it perfectly well, but I have so many unanswered questions about Cassie's post-Singuarity life that I do actually think should have been addressed more frequently in one-off dialogue.
#that was supposed to be a two sentence post but this has been bothering me for about twenty years and I'll stay frustrated about it okay#jo's permament stargate rewatch#in case you couldn't tell Singularity has been one of my favorite episodes since I was but a wee lass#it's just SO. GOOD.
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