Stargate Sg-1 fic: Art of Denial

For a challenge at fictionland I have to write ten drabbles based on some prompts I picked months ago. Yeah, drabbles, right. This one was originally almost 500 words. I decided to use some cutting skills I learned in the same comm and got it down to 286 words and I like it much better like this. Be prepared for another nine stories to pop up over the week (hoping to get them all done before the due date on the 4th).

The Art of Denial
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam, Daniel
286 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

Jack is living in the State of Denial and Daniel’s not going to be the one to convince him to move.

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

Stargate SG-1 fic: Three Dialogues

I make some apology for these, lol.  The challenge was to write three stories that were dialogue only.  I admit these are a bit OC but I wanted them to be fun.

There’s a Reason
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
team
303 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

Jack has a little fun with Sam while visiting the SGC. Takes place some time after season 10. Written for the dialogue only challenge at stargateland.

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

“Jack?”

“What?”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just so unlike you.”

“Maybe it’s just like me and you really don’t know me that well.”

“I think I do and-”

“Daniel.”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, I’m trying to work this out.”

“… It’s just you always said you didn’t want to risk your career. Or Sam’s. So why now?”

“It’s just time. I’ve been waiting forever for this.”

“But why?”

“Daniel-”

“I’m just saying, it’s risky.”

“Anything worth anything is.”

“O’Neill, Colonel Carter approaches.”

“Hurry and hide. And don’t you dare interfere.”

Stargate SG-1 fic: Seeing Past the Red

And another angsty, sad little thing.  Damn Dumbledore quotes about death (over at fictionland ).

Seeing Past the Red
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam friendship
571 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

Jack’s done some horribly things in his life but Sam tries to get him to see past, to understand they don’t tell who he really is. Inspired by this Harry Potter quote: “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

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

Jack can still feel the blood on his hands. He looks down at them hugging his beer bottle. He thinks if he looks hard enough he can still see it. The blood. So much blood. So many missions. He never asked questions, just did as he was told. He was good at it.

Original fic: Camp Out (the story)

This was started as a response to challenge #13 at fictionland .  We just had to write for 10 minutes and post what we wrote.  Pretty simple.  At the time my oldest daughter, Meagan, was having a camp out in our backyard with her sister and two friends (4 kids in our HUGE 10 person tent… it fits 3 queen sized mattress with room to move around, lol).  This came easily after spending 30 minutes putting the tent together.  At least it’s getting some use, I guess (the kids have slept out there almost every night since then).

Camp Out
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
original
Sarah/Tucker
1056 words
rating: G
WARNINGS:

Sarah and Tucker spend the night camping out in the backyard.

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

Metal and fiberglass poles snap into place with a quiet clinking then whisper through their sleeves. Sarah giggles from her spot on the lawn chair as she reaches high over her head.

“Hold it steady,” Tucker grumbles. He’s outside trying to get the poles to slip into their slots. It’s not as easy as it looks. Or so he tells Sarah.

Sarah has never camped for real. Her parents didn’t have time for those kinds of adventures. The closest she ever came to a tent before Tucker was stringing her blankets and sheets over all the furniture in the living room. Her mother made her take it down when she saw it. Said it was messy. But their summer weekend ritual is enough for her now.

Stargate SG-1 fic: Distraction From the Black

I started writing this before Father’s Day but didn’t get it finished until last week some time and FINALLY got it looked over for posting.  And, in this, I’m procrastinating from actually writing anything.

Distraction From the Black
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam friendship
924 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

The third Sunday in June is a day Jack would rather skip over but Carter is there to help take his mind off of things.

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

There are a lot of things that Jack O’Neill dreads: facing a platoon of heavily armed Jaffa after running out of ammunition; listening to pompous, over-dressed snakeheads blather on about how great they are; listening to pompous, over-dressed politicians blather on about how great they think they are. Long, boring meetings; mountains of paperwork; crappy movies; attempted alien incursions; dealing with brainiacs; and warm beer all top his list. But this day in late June, more than any other, keeps him in the dark. Metaphorically and physically.