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Stargate SG-1: Fade to Black

Fade to Black
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Daniel
240 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: implied character death


Daniel’s died so many times he’s lost count, but this might be the last time. For phantisma.

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



Daniel tried to live his life without any regrets. He fought for justice where he could, looked for the truth in everything, and strived to understand the world and people around him. He was a good friend (he thought) and a good husband (he tried).

He knew he’d made his fair share of mistakes, but he thought, all-in-all, he didn’t stray far from the path of good.

That’s why he accepted his fate.

He looked up at the man pointing the gun at him. It wasn’t the first time, but it was probably going to be the last. He laughed at that.
“What’s so funny? You think this is funny?” The guy said, waving the gun around.

On his knees, hands limply at his sides, there was no point in trying to fight. Even with all of Daniel’s training he’d never beat a bullet at point blank range.

Figures he’d go out like this. What he didn’t count on was that he’d die on Earth at the hands of a regular old criminal. Without his team around him. There’d be no coming back from this, no last-ditch miracle save. This was the end. At least he could say he did it with valor. He’d stopped the man from hurting a woman and her daughter. They ran away, Daniel wasn’t so lucky. But those were the breaks sometimes.

He smiled. “Yeah, I kind of do think it’s funny.” Famous last words.
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Stargate SG-1 fic: The Promise

So here’s one of the stories I posted about yesterday.  I’ve renamed it “The Promise”.  It was written for another writerverse challenge using the prompt: promise.

The Promise
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
753 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: death of major character

If there were ever words Jack O’Neill regretted more he couldn’t think of any.

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


If there were ever words Jack O’Neill regretted more he couldn’t think of any.

I promise.

He could shoot himself for saying that. He could shoot himself for a lot of things. He can’t lie that the thought of his gun in his mouth hadn’t comforted him. Briefly. It should have been him any way.
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Stargate SG-1 fic: To Carry On

Yay, got some writing done.

To Carry On
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
503 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: death of major character

Jack loses the most important member of his team but he has to find the strength to carry on for his friends, for Earth… for her. Inspired by this Harry Potter quote: “We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.”

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

“Come on, Jack!” Daniel yanks on his arm trying to drag him from the battlefield. Around them trees burst into flames as Jaffa take potshots at their location. They can’t see SG-1 but they know they were there. And one of them had got lucky.

Jack’s eyes slide to the prone body next to him. Body. The word tears a hole in his chest. Right where his heart used to reside.
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Millers Kill Mysteries fic: Home She Came

Home She Came
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Millers Kill Mysteries
Russ/Clare
333 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: major character death

She promised to come home. And she did, just not the way anyone expected. AU before One Was a Soldier.

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


The Army has never been that great with paperwork. So it didn’t particularly surprise Russ that the final word came so late. It took three week for them to get word to the next of kin. And the next of kin didn’t think to inform her “family” for another two weeks.

St. Alban’s Church was packed to the rafters—standing room only. They brought in extra seats and set them up with care in front of the very first pew and down the aisles, making sure to leave enough space to satisfy the Fire Chief. He was in the sixth pew on the right side.

Russ sat up front, crisp and pressed in his best suit. A black suit. He hated it. There was only ever one reason to put it on. Right now he’d like to take it out to the woods and watch it burn. But instead he sat stoically, his mother at his side weeping softly.

He had made her promise to come home. And home she came. Just not the way any of them would have liked. The service was the longest he had ever been to in his life. Everybody had something to say. Everyone except Russ. They had asked him before hand if he wanted to say a few words. There were a lot of words Russ wanted to say, none of them appropriate for church. Reality was he knew if he got up there he wouldn’t be able to hold it together. He’d be bawling like a baby in a moment and he wasn’t sure he could stop if he started now.

Nothing in his life would ever be right again. And glancing around he was pretty sure that went for the lives of every person in the room… of the town even. No one would ever forget Clare Fergusson or what she had done for Millers Kill. Russ may have lost a piece of his heart but the town lost a part of it’s soul.

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