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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?”

“Very.”

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
(Jack/Sam)
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
Sam/Jack
2630 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

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
Jack/Sam
1329 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:


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
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.

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

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


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
WARNINGS:


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.”

“Shhh.”

“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
Jack/Sam
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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Stargate SG-1 fic: The Moments Before Leaving

The Moments Before Leaving
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
638 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS:

What happened after Sam found about her transfer to Atlantis?

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


When Sam got home from work that night she wasn’t surprised to find him sitting in her living room. He had a habit of popping up when something was going on. She barely spared him a glance while pulling off her shoes and tossing her jacket in the closet.

“How long have you known?” she asked. Jack made a face then rubbed the back of his neck. She could guess the answer. “And you didn’t tell me?”
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Stargate SG-1: The One About Feelings

The One About Feelings
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack & Daniel friendship
516 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

“There are things I want to talk about, things I’d like to tell him. Serious stuff.” Daniel and Jack are spending some time at Jack’s cabin but Daniel has other things on his mind than fishing. Not slash.

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


Jack sits across from me with his eyes closed. We’re at his cabin in Minnesota—just the two of us—for some team bonding. Teal’c was supposed to be with us but he decided to go see Rya’c. I can’t say anything bad about that. If Sha’re were still alive I sure as hell would be on my way to Abydos any time I got a break. Sam chickened out at the last minute. Sure she said there was some symposium or something in L.A. But I still think she chickened out.

But it’s not bad. We’ve been here three days and it’s been quiet. Jack likes to fish. Sometimes he just sits on the dock with his bare feet dangling inches from the cool water, other times he takes out his little aluminum boat. I go with him, I don’t go with him, he doesn’t seem to care either way. It’s a side of Jack I’ve rarely seen—completely relaxed, in his element… happy.
I watch him now, draped over the Adirondack chair, head tilted up to the last rays of evening sun, eyes closed. There are things I want to talk about, things I’d like to tell him. Serious stuff. I open my mouth a couple times but close it without uttering a sound. I take a sip of my beer—my fourth—and feel the liquid courage working in my gut. I’m about to blurt it out when he opens his eyes and stares hard at me. It’s like he can sense when I’m going to get all sentimental and “touchy-feely.”
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