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Stargate SG-1 fic: Just to See You Smile


1297 words | [PG]

After everything they’d been through, in the end, Jack would do anything for Sam, just to see her smile. Even if it meant giving her pre-wedding advice. AU after Affinity.
Lyrics by Tim McGraw.

And yesterday I knew just what you wanted
When you came walkin’ up to me with him.
So I told you that I was happy for you,
And given the chance I’d lie again.

Just to see you smile.

Jack sat on the roof of his house, a beer dangling from one hand, watching the stars twinkle far above. Like so many other times, he wondered how many of those specks of light he’d visited. How many of them had planets orbiting them that they hadn’t yet discovered? Not that he’d be going to any of them. Being a general generally sucked most of the time.

He took a sip of his beer. The cool breeze tickled his skin, causing goosebumps to pop up all along his arms. It was getting colder—summer was over.

Slowly, his eyes slid shut, but he forced them open. He didn’t like what he saw whenever they closed. There was that little black box and that nervous expression on Carter’s face. It had taken every ounce of military training to keep his face neutral. How could she have asked him about that? He swallowed hard because he knew why. She was giving him one last chance to stop the whole thing. To make a move. And he didn’t take it because of honor and the regulations and he was a big fat chicken. Read more…

Stargate SG-1 fic: Luck of the Irish (repost)

I didn’t really have a lot of time to research Irish traditions and history so it’s mostly on the generic side.  And my little saying is made up (as far as I know).  The one Jack says is real, though.

4000 words | [PG]
May good luck be your friend in whatever you do and may trouble be always a stranger to you. Sam and Jack find they don’t mind taking part in some alien traditions.

Stepping out of the ‘Gate was like stepping into the past. The simple stone buildings with their thatched roofs and rough-hewn doors looked like something out of a Thomas Kinkade painting. The locals looked a bit confounded as the blue event horizon blinked out of existence leaving the town square feeling a little closed in.

“Howdy, folks,” Jack called, his arm waving wide.

A gurgle of chatter rose up among the people—hushed whispers, gasps of surprise, urgent orders. Several boys dashed down a cobbled street, glancing over their shoulders as they ran.

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Stargate SG-1 fic: When I’m Gone

Just a little team miscommunication courtesy or Jack’s twisted sense of humor.

190 words | rating: G

“Remember me when I’m gone,” Jack said, appearing at the door of Sam’s lab. Sam and Daniel looked up from the plan they were working on.

“Why?” asked Daniel. “What’s wrong?

“Are you sick, sir?”

Jack sat heavily on one of the stools. He didn’t even spin. “Yes, sick.”

“Oh, god. What is it? Cancer? Poisoning? What was that alien thing SG-9 caught last week-”

Sam interrupted him. “Sir, is it serious?”


Daniel looked panicked. “What can we do, Jack? Is there a treatment?”

Jack sighed. “Unfortunately, no.”

“No,” Daniel yelled, “this isn’t right. You can’t die. We’ll talk to the Tok’ra. They owe us.”

“Who said anything about dying?”

Sam and Daniel exchanged looks. “You did,” they said at the same time

“No, I didn’t. I said to remember me when I’m gone. Hammond just told me I’m being sent to Washington for the week. This is serious business. There’s no treatment for boredom by politician.”

Sam rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Sir-”

Jack just smiled.

“Sometimes I hate you,” said Daniel.

“Well, my work here is done,” Jack said with a clap. “See you next week.”

Flashback Friday Fic: Howling at the Moon (SG-1)

Welcome to Flashback Friday Fic where I go back and repost fic I wrote years ago.

howlingStargate SG-1
The moon has a direct effect on natural forces, like the tide, but it’s also said that it exerts a force over humans as well. On a mission, Jack finds out exactly how true that is, and he hopes Sam will never remember it.

2227 words | rating: PG-13

“You should not be out on this night.”

Jack looked around for the hidden voice, finding a small man wedged in the shadows of two buildings. “Oh really?”

“Why not?” Daniel asked, concern raising his voice slightly.

“Did they not tell you? All who travel here know.”

Jack frowned. “Tell us what?” He didn’t like the sound of that.

“Of the pull of the moon. The moon creates the monsters. You must not be out on this night.”

“You’re out.” He eyed the squat little man with distrust.

“I am homely. My threat is low. You are…” he tilted his head back to view Jack’s face, “pleasing to the eye. You will have danger if you are out.”

Daniel’s face paled. “What danger?”

In the distance Jack heard a howl—a guttural, animal sound that chilled his skin. Daniel must have heard it, too. His head snapped around to stare along the street.

“You must go. You must be inside on this night. The moon…” The man disappeared into the dark leaving Jack feeling confused and more than a little apprehensive.

“What was that about?” Another howl in the distance had beads of sweat pop up along Jack’s brow.

“I think we should get inside,” said Daniel.

The howling grew louder, closer. Jack swallowed hard. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Let’s go find Carter and Teal’c and get out of here.” Daniel didn’t need to be told twice, turning and hurrying back towards their lodgings. Jack followed behind at a slightly more sedate pace, keeping his eyes peeled for trouble. The growing howling wasn’t doing his nerves any favors.

At the end of the street two figures approached. “O’Neill,” Teal’c called, waving them over. Jack sighed of relief.

“Teal’c, Carter-” He trailed off when Carter came into view around Teal’c. She looked… off.

“Sam, what’s wrong?” Daniel moved to touch her but Teal’c put a hand out to stop him.

“I would not do that, Daniel Jackson. Something on this planet is ailing the women.”

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Stargate SG-1 fanfic: Inarticulate Speech of the Heart

Inarticulate Speech of the Heart
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
2630 words
rating: PG

The Tok’ra called. Sam went running. Jack followed. The world almost ended. Things will never be the same. Written for tokra_kree for the prompt: 103. SG-1, Sam/Jack, Sam returns from a mission – as a host. What does her husband Jack say?
don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

When a three star general wants something, there’s not much anyone can do to stop him. Jack would have laughed at Landry’s surprised expression, but he’d been too damn anxious to get through the ‘Gate. As it was, Hank barely even argued. There was a look of understanding, and maybe a touch of pity, in the man’s eyes.

The Tok’ra contacted them a week ago for the first time in years. Of course they needed SG-1’s help—something about the end of the universe and a bunch of other theoretical astrophysics that went right over Jack’s head. So, naturally Sam had to go. After two years of marriage he found it much harder to let go. Read more…

Stargate SG-1: Can’t Fight This Feeling

Can’t Fight This Feeling
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
1329 words
rating: PG

Sam’s always known where her heart resides, she’s just always tried to ignore it. Maybe now it’s time to unlock that door and see what happens. For obsessed_psyco.

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

The sun on P2S-575 was bright, but the air coming down from the mountains in the west was cool and comforting. The civilization of the planet appeared to have died off centuries ago, causing Daniel to nearly wet his pants exploring the ruins of a castle that looked remarkably like something out of medieval times. Sam thought the place serene and beautiful. The colonel hadn’t been quite as enthused when they’d arrived, but he’d been quiet since. Teal’c, as usual, was indifferent. Sam wondered if he ever saw the beauty in the places they visited or if he was too jaded by his experiences in the service of the Goa’uld.

They walked through a meadow of wildflowers back to the Stargate. Daniel talked non-stop about theories and mysteries and archeological finds. Teal’c walked behind him, whether he was listening or not, Sam didn’t know, but Daniel also didn’t care. She smiled at the picture of them ahead of her, pollen kicking up like dust motes. Despite strong allergy medications, Daniel sneezed every few words. That made Sam smile even more. Her poor friend—always willing to suffer for his work.
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Stargate SG-1: Fade to Black

Fade to Black
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
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.

Stargate SG-1: (Not) What You Signed Up For

(Not) What You Signed Up For
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
690 words
rating: PG-13

Vala said the mission would be a piece of cake. She could get what they needed. Why did Cam ever believer her? Nothing ever goes to plan. Written for winterjameson

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

“Well, this mission is going about as well as expected,” Cam said to Daniel.

“Really? I thought it was a little better than normal.”

“No one’s shot at us yet,” added Sam.

“See,” said Daniel, “better than usual.”
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Stargate SG-1: Daddy’s Little Girl

Daddy’s Little Girl
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
SG-1, Jacob
135 words
rating: PG

This is why you never work with family. For ami_ven

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

“Sam, get down.”

“Be careful.”

“Watch those rocks there.”

“Careful, or they’ll see you.”

“Get down.”


“Sam, watch out for that-“

“DAD!” Her voice echoed through the valley. Jacob’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Sam, get down!” It was Daniel this time. She dropped to the ground, a staff blast sizzling past where her head used to be.

Jacob grabbed her arm, pushing her back down the hill. “Our cover is blown.”

She grit her teeth. “No, really.”

“Sam-” Jacob warned.

“Dad.” She yanked her arm free. “I know what I’m doing.”

He glanced back at the pursuing Jaffa. “Sure, you do, sweetie.”

“This is all your fault,” Sam yelled as she jumped into the wormhole.

Jack and Daniel exchanged tired expressions.

“This,” Jack said, “is why you never work with family.”

Stargate SG-1: Heaven was Needing a Hero

Heaven was Needing a Hero
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
576 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: main character death

From the prompt: Jack is the one who ascended, not Daniel, requested by meteorfire at comment_fic.

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

The pain is intense. Sam didn’t know something could hurt so much. She bites down on her fist, pushes back the tears. There are cameras in here—in her lab. There are cameras everywhere. Prying eyes. There were always so many prying eyes. Her breath hitches as another wave of pain overtakes her. She’s going to be sick.
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