Stargate SG-1 fic: Boredom Buster of Galactic Proportions

Written for a challenge at stargateland. It only had to be 150 words but I can’t ever do anything short.  So this is what you get…some cracky crossover nuttiness.  Not anything spectactular but it’s 2am on Thanksgiving morning so what do expect.  And, yes, I’m cooking later today so I really should be in bed but this begged to be written.

Boredom Buster of Galactic Proportions
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1/Farscape
gen (sort of John/Aeryn)
517 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS: cracky crossover

Missions have gotten kind of boring since the defeat of the Ori but SG-1 has finally gated to a planet that offers something interesting to ponder.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.
The planet they gated to looked like just about every other planet. Daniel sighed. He had to admit the thrill of adventure was waning even for him. With the Ori defeated, the Goa’uld all dead—except for maybe Ba’al because you could never tell with that guy—and peace reigning in the galaxy things were just getting…

“Boring.” Daniel glanced over at Vala who stood next to the DHD, her hands on her hips. “A snooze fest. A snore.”

“You’re being dramatic,” Cam told her.

“Of course I am.”

The colonel rolled his eyes. “Well knock it off.”

“Like that’s going to work.”

Stargate SG-1 fic: Happiness Is a Lie

OMG…fic.  This came from a prompt at comment_fic left by obsessed_psyco way back in May.  Her prompt was “the ring fitted her finger perfectly.”  Not sure what she had in mind but I don’t really write fluff so you get angst instead.  It’s the first thing I’ve written in awhile so I’m not sure how good it is.

Happiness Is a Lie
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
1813 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS: spoilers for season 7 and 8

Nothing was right about the situation. And nothing would ever be right again. Sam/Jack angst set in season 8. Sam’s engaged to Pete and they will both have to learn to deal with that.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

The ring fitted her finger perfectly. Too bad it belonged to another man. Jack felt his throat close up as the sun glinted off the diamond. It took all his willpower to pull his gaze away before Carter looked up, a nervous smile playing across her lips.

“Can I get you another beer, sir?”

Jack swallowed hard, his voice escaping him. His eyes landed on her face but remained unfocused. He didn’t want to see the look she was giving him…sympathy, pity, regret.

“Sir?” she asked again, her voice more hesitant this time. God, he wanted to be anywhere but here—in Carter’s back yard having a bar-b-que to announce her engagement. Pete was around somewhere, too. Jack faintly remembered him dragging Teal’c inside to look at something.