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Title: J is for Journal
Summary: Teal’c, on the advice of Daniel Jackson, had begun to record his thoughts. In this entry, he ponders on those odd Tau’ri women.
Word Count: 527
Characters: Teal’c. Peripherally, Jack, Daniel, Sam, Janet.
Era: Classic team
Category: General musings, no dialogue
Author’s Notes: Although I would love to do so, I don’t have the energy to do one of these for every single episode: some of Teal’c’s impressions, as years progress. For Alphabet Soup.

The Tau’ri have many strange habits. This, I should have realized from my first encounters with them, as they brought a woman into battle. I at first took her for a concubine but O’Neill and Daniel Jackson both spoke to her, looking directly in her unveiled face, without benefit of the protection of either husband or male relative. At least, she had shame enough to cover her head, although, to be precisely honest, O’Neill and Daniel Jackson do so also, even though both have taken a First Wife.
Then, I believed her to be a slave guard, her life belonging to Daniel Jackson, for it was immediately apparent that he was not battle trained. He speaks before being spoken to, does not solicit O’Neill’s permission and readily divulges information best kept secret. He is either a foolish man or a brave one. Possibly both.
However, when Captain Carter asked me to relinquish my weapon upon reaching their world, I did so. Their weapons were strange to me but I found myself at a disadvantage. I gave her my weapon but kept silent so that I may observe.

I labor to understand the inclusion of Daniel Jackson and Captain Carter on O’Neill’s team. Daniel Jackson’s strengths would be better utilized by his remaining within the safe confines of the base; I have encountered no other Tau’ri with his capacity to learn and understand about unknown enemies.
Captain Carter remains even more of an enigma. Through conversation with her and Daniel Jackson, I have learned that she is unmarried, yet is allowed to own property and reside in such property without the required protection. And has no restrictions placed upon how she may purchase necessities for this home. Although I am loath to query, it becomes apparent that this is not an anomaly on this world. The healer, Dr. Fraiser, appears to be allowed the same latitudes.
I have never encountered a situation where mere women are allowed to place themselves in such vulnerable situations. And yet, neither seems to seek a mate within this base, which would seem to offer an unlimited selection of potential husbands.
Perhaps this lack of male companionship can be attributed to the costumes both women choose. Captain Carter covers her body with the same apparel that the men wear while Dr. Fraiser’s attire cannot have been selected to elicit interest.
Although apparently healthy, neither woman has become either a Second Wife nor have borne children from a husband. I do not understand fathers who allow their daughters to squander their child-bearing years.
When Captain Carter and I are more acquainted, perhaps I will query if she wishes me to assist her in obtaining a husband.
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A is For Alpha, by SG-wonderland

Summary: The SGC’s inability to create an outgoing wormhole results in SG1 spending a week visiting the folks at the Alpha Site.

Word count: 1951
Characters: Colonel Jack O’Neill, Major Samantha Carter, Teal’c, Dr. Daniel Jackson, Colonel David Spencer, assorted Alpha Site personnel
Era: Classic team
Categories: Team interaction/interaction with Alpha site personnel
Author's notes: Stranded off-world but no danger. For the Off-world Alphabet Soup

A is for Alpha Site
Colonel David Spencer allowed himself two minutes of self-pity as he strode toward the mess for the evening meal. Life on Alpha usually chugged along quietly, like the well-oiled machine upon which the military insisted. However, this morning a wormhole malfunction threw a monkey wrench squarely in the midst of that machine, leaving it squeaky and laboring toward an uncertain future. Well, technically, that would be four monkey wrenches.
He took a deep breath before entering the mess hall and facing his biggest problem head on. SG-1 was seated at his designated table and as far as he could calculate, would be his honored guests for at least a week.
“Colonel O’Neill, Major Carter, Dr. Jackson, Teal’c,” he greeted his guests. “Sorry I’m late.”
O’Neill waved his hand languidly. “That’s okay; we’ve already been greeted by both the waiter and the sommelier.” Dr. Jackson choked. “Something funny, Daniel?”
“There’s no such thing as a beer sommelier, Jack.” Spencer thought he detected a noticeable twitch to Dr. Jackson’s lips. He knew that SG-1 was the most unusually manned team at the SGC but he was surprised at the casual attitude Jackson had toward his commanding officer. He had to keep reminding himself that Jackson wasn’t military.
O’Neill rose. “I’d just as soon we get in line. We don’t expect special treatment, Colonel Spencer. We’re just another team as long as we’re here.”
“Just keep telling yourself that, Jack.” Spencer snorted as he followed them through the line. He wasn’t going to share with O’Neill the SG-1 gossip that was already running rampant across the base. He doubted that Major Carter could blow the whole base up with the contents of her pack; that Dr. Jackson was likely to either fall dead at any moment or get snatched by aliens; that Teal’c could lift a Jeep with one hand. And Spencer knew enough about O’Neill to know that most of the truth about his service would never be known.
Spencer just hoped his staff got past the hero worship phase quickly. The gate techs had flocked to help Major Carter analyze the data from the SGC and his aide hadn’t been able to articulate multi-syllable words as she handed SG-1 their visitor passes although he couldn’t fault her for the rooms she had assigned them. The barracks at C1 were the best visitor accommodations available, with several semi-private sleeping rooms and a designated officer’s quarters.
“So, David, is there anything specific we can do for you while we’re here? I can tell you that Teal’c and I are gonna be completely useless in fixing the SGC’s problems. Daniel might be able to fetch coffee or something.”
Spencer took his time perusing the night’s offering as a cover for the thoughts churning through his mind. “Let me think about that, Jack, and I’ll get back to you. I’m sure we can think of something to occupy your time.”
“I can tell you, Colonel Spencer, that Jack’s already scoped out your water source to determine if there are, in fact, any fish in that river.” Jackson pointed to the fajitas.
“Uh, Dr. Jackson, just so you know, the cook goes pretty heavy on the spices.” Spencer pointed out.
“Daniel has asbestos intestines, so he can probably handle it. Now, me, I think that baked chicken and stuffing looks pretty good.”
“The dish does appear most appetizing, O’Neill.” Spencer believed it was the first words he’d heard Teal’c speak. Major Carter and Jackson were quietly bickering about something as they selected desserts and drinks.
“Give it a rest, Carter.” O’Neill trailed them back to the table. “When have I ever treated you like ‘the girl’?” He took the seat beside Jackson. “Carter’s got her knickers in a twist because I assigned her the officers’ quarters. And it has nothing to do with her sex; it has everything to do with her tapping on that laptop the whole damned night and keeping me awake. That way, Daniel can sneak in and argue with her and Teal’c and I can finally get a full night’s sleep. Five days in a real bed without the two of them yammering at me all the time? I’m treating this as a vacation.”
“I’ll yammer at you every night before bedtime.” Jackson promised.
“Indeed you will not, Daniel Jackson, as my sleeping accommodation is adjacent to that of Colonel O’Neill.”
Both Carter and Jackson grinned unrepentantly.

Spencer made a point of getting to the mess extra early the next morning; therefore, he was more than a little disconcerted to find SG-1 already seated and plowing through breakfast.
“It doesn’t make sense for the wormhole to ‘know’ the difference in outgoing or incoming.” Carter waved a fork at Jackson.
“How many times have I heard you say ‘something-something-intuitive’?” Jackson rose to refill his coffee. Then, with a shrug, he just brought a carafe to the table.
“The wormhole isn’t capable of intuitive, independent thinking.” She countered at his return.
“So it’s like Jack?”
“Hey,” Jack frowned. “I was just minding my business here, eating my eggs. I didn’t ask to be insulted. By the way, Spencer, these eggs are really good.”
“That’s because they’re fresh eggs.”
“What?” O’Neill pushed the eggs around his plate.
“We’ve got an agricultural co-op going here. We raise chickens, cows, and pigs.”
“Are you growing crops?” Jackson asked excitedly.
“We are, Dr. Jackson. Would you like to take a look at the operations?” Please say yes, Spencer was thinking.
“I’d love it.”
“Me, too.” Carter flushed. “I mean, I’d love it if Daniel went out to look at the corn and beans, sirs.”
“And left you the hell alone?” O’Neill drawled.
“I would never say that, sir.” Carter replied primly.
“No, because I said it for you. Okay, Daniel, you get to tour the farm. Carter, back to the wormhole problem. Teal’c…”
“I will accompany Daniel Jackson on this farm tour.”
“Okay, keep in touch, kids. Spencer, why don’t you brief me on your security procedure? And you can let me know if you need anything.”

Spencer glanced behind him as Jackson and Teal’c followed Dr. Martinez toward the farm. “So, is there a reason Teal’c decided to go with Dr. Jackson?”
O’Neill shot him a quick glance. “No offense intended but until Teal’c has assured himself of your base security, he’s liable to bird-dog both Daniel and Carter.”
“So that’s why one of the guards reported they observed him walking a perimeter several times last night?”
“Just get used to it, I have.” O’Neill shrugged. “Teal’c’s got some kind of a Jaffa life bond thing going…don’t ask. So what’s your procedure for incoming wormholes?”
Spencer led him into the control room. “We don’t expect regular incoming like the SGC so….”

Spencer, O’Neill and Carter had already selected their dinners and were eating when Daniel and Teal’c finally made it. “You kids missed curfew again; your mother and I were worried.”
“Jack, they have the most amazing growing season here! They can get three full crops in a calendar year.” Jackson was slightly flushed under his boonie.
“Daniel, what have I told you about sunscreen?” O’Neill used his fork to tap the end of Jackson’s nose.
“I should have warned you about the sun,” Spencer apologized.
“Medical after dinner, Daniel.”
“Oh, but, Jack, Dr. Peyton was going to show me how they graft fruit trees.”
“I will escort Daniel Jackson to seek the proper medical care. Let us obtain a meal, Daniel Jackson.”
“Dr. Peyton and her trees will still be there tomorrow, Daniel.”

Spencer and O’Neill weren’t running when they entered the infirmary but both men were definitely moving fast.
Teal’c greeted them at the door. “Daniel Jackson was uninjured, Colonel O’Neill. Dr. Peyton suffered a serious cut while demonstrating a procedure. We immediately transported her to this facility and the medical staff is assessing her condition.”
“Jack.” Daniel pushed through the doors; O’Neill drew a sharp breath at the splashes of red splattering the khaki T-shirt. “Not my blood, Jack. Connie was showing me how they graft and they use really, really sharp knives and maybe I was talking too much and her hand slipped….”
Jack rested his hand on Daniel’s shoulder. “She’s in good hands, Daniel. Sounds like you and Teal’c did everything right.”
“They did, Colonel O’Neill.” A scrub-clad woman had followed Daniel into the room. “She’s got eighteen stitches in her hand, Colonel Spencer, and she’ll be on medical leave for a week or so but she’s damned lucky. If she’d been alone, she likely would have bled out before anyone found her. Dr. Jackson held pressure on the wound while Teal’c carried Dr. Peyton to the Jeep and then drove her right here.” She smiled at the two men. “And they both need to get cleaned up and maybe have some quiet time. I know that had to have been very traumatic.”
“On the contrary, Dr. Men, Daniel Jackson and I encounter many unexpected situations off-world; emergency medical aid is not unknown to any member of an SG team. However, I would welcome a shower and clean clothing. Daniel Jackson expressed a desire for a cup of coffee several hours ago. We should seek to fulfill that desire in all due haste.”
“Okay, shower, change of clothes, coffee. In that order.” O’Neill steered Jackson toward the exit.
“I’ll catch you over at the commissary,” Spencer said. “I want to check on Dr. Peyton first, and then I’ll be right over.”
“I wasn’t exaggerating, Colonel.” Dr. Men beckoned Spencer to follow her. “That injury could have easily been fatal.”
“Do we need to revisit medical procedures for the farm?”
“It wouldn’t hurt, Colonel Spencer.”
“Write up a proposal, Dr. Men. And I’ll talk to General Hammond; maybe we can get Dr. Fraiser out here for a few days and have her give us an assessment of what we can do better.”
“Thank you, sir. Dr. Peyton is right through here.”

There were cheers on both sides of the wormhole when a MALP lumbered through, carrying a cage of live mice. Carter turned toward O’Neill. “That looks like a successful outgoing wormhole, sir. All subjects arrived alive and unharmed.”
“Alright! With your permission, General Hammond, SG-1 will arrive in approximately one hour.”
“We’ll be expecting you. Good work, Alpha Site and Major Carter. SGC out.”

In the two weeks since SG1 had departed, Colonel Spencer had gotten a request for changes in medical procedure, a proposal to have Major Carter posted temporarily to Alpha for teaching purposes, three not-so-off-hand inquiries about how to apply for a position on a gate team and two people who had wondered about the possibility of stocking the lake with fish, indigenous to Earth and edible.
He realized that SG1, whether intentional or not, had left their mark on Alpha.
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Aliens and Astronauts

“Ah, my first trick or treater of the night,” Jack rose to answer the doorbell. He gazed down at the little astronaut standing on his porch. She was attired, he realized, in a frighteningly accurate space suit…if one didn’t count the glittery tiara glued firmly to the top of her helmet.

“Trick of treat,” she whispered.

“I think that’s supposed to be ‘trick or treat’, Dr. Jackson.” He grinned.

The astronaut whirled around, “ Daddy, Uncle Jack thinks I’m you! I told you I’d fool him!”

Daniel stepped out from behind the post. “You certainly did.”

Jack opened the door wider. “Come in.”

She eyed him suspiciously. “Does this mean I don’t get free candy?”

Jack swooped her up in his arms. “Absolutely not! In fact, I think there’s a special bag in here labeled for one Miss Plum Jackson.” She bounced out of his grasp, catching his chin with her tiara. “How about we take that off, at least until you head back out?” As Jack eased the helmet off a cascade of black curls sprang free.

She darted toward the living room. “Where’s that candy?”

“I can’t imagine where she got that greedy streak,” Jack closed the door behind Daniel. “Want a beer?”

Daniel flopped on the couch. “Like I want my next breath but not while I’m on Daddy-duty.”

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” she launched herself on Daniel. “There’s a whole bag just for me. See, it says P L U M. And that’s me.”

Jack rolled his eyes as he handed Daniel a Pepsi in lieu of the beer. “No one but you would name a kid ‘Plum’.”

“Not me, that was all Vala. It was either that or Daniel.” He winced at the thought.

“Didn’t think she was paying attention when you lectured about those gender neutral labels?”

Daniel sputtered into his drink. “I didn’t think you were paying attention.”

“I wasn’t,” Jack lied. “Where’s Vala?”

“She’s pissed because I wouldn’t let her take Plum to the Mountain.”

“What, she planning to take her to all the deparments?”

“She claimed the kid would have cleaned up in the candy department.”

Jack watched Daniel’s hand smooth Plum’s shiny black curls back from her face, a miniature Vala except for Daniel’s bright blue eyes . “You’d have to have a truck to get it all home.”

Plum twisted on her father’s lap. “Daddy…”

“No, we are not taking my truck to the mountain for candy.” He glared at Jack who shrugged an apology. “You are such a liar, you’re not a bit sorry.”

Jack got up to answer the doorbell. “You’re right about that. Hey, kiddo, how about helping me pass out candy?”

Plum frowned. “I don’t have to give them mine, do I?”

“No, that’s yours.”

Plum handed her bag to her father before taking Jack’s hand. Daniel heard her voice from the entry, “What are you supposed to be?”
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Because Paian posted a copy of Daniel's Colorado driver's license that revealed a surprise.

"Daniel, you forget something?" Jack draped himself in the doorway of the office.

"Hmm?" Daniel answered without taking his eyes off his computer screen.

"Dinner? Team? Birthday?" He walked into the room.

"Oh," Daniel finally looked up. "But it isn't. My birthday, I mean."

Jack looked at his watch. "July 8th. Pretty sure it is."

Daniel began shuffling through the files on his desk. "I had to go....somewhere to fill out....something and this woman gave me this. To help me fill out the papers." He finally found what he was looking for. "See," he waved a piece of paper in Jack's face.

Jack finally grasped the fluttering paper. "What's this?"

"A copy of some stuff from my old file. This says my birthday is July 28, not today."

Jack frowned. "Oh for...they got it all wrong. Even the year is wrong!"

"But it's an official document. How could they get that wrong?" Daniel seemed clearly puzzled.

"Come on," Jack snagged his jacket sleeve. "On the way to dinner, I'll let Carter explain the mysteries of government bureaucracy. Or try to."

"Okay," Daniel let Jack tow him out the door. "Hey, does this mean we can celebrate twice?"

"Twice the cake! I like the way you think."
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April 8, 2014


To: All Base Personnel

From: Anonymous

Re: Mythical NCAA tournament betting pool

This is to remind all base personnel that it is against military regulations and a waste of Air Force time and resources to conduct ‘betting pools’ wagering on the speculated outcomes of sporting events.

However, if there had been such a hypothetical pool, it would have been won by Mr. T, whose address is simply listed as C.

Mr. T. stated that he allegedly won the hypothetical pool by using a complicated algorithm of which Major C of CS disavows any knowledge.

Colonel O declared that no one like a smug J and vowed that his team would best the contest in the upcoming year. Sadly, Major F felt is was his duty to remind Colonel O that sporting teams from his geographical region have an abysmal history of losing major championsships in the formative portions of the athletic season. Colonel O then challenged Major F to a sporting duel from which Major F felt he would emerge triumphant.

Dr. F reminds base personnel that she has available publications enumerating the dangers of gambling, wagering on sporting events and challenging co-workers to contests one cannot hope to win

We are reminded by DJ that choosing sides and wagering on the outcomes of such sporting events is a time-honored tradition and should be approached with the solemn care and reverence due to ancient rituals. Colonel O reminded DJ that no one liked a smart-ass either.

On the bright side, I have been asked to remind personnel that when one season ends, another, inevitably, begins.
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Summary: Because it is Pi Day
Rating: Gen

Pieces of Pi(e)

“Daniel Jackson?”

“Hmmm?” Daniel Jackson adjusts a large piece of glass over the scroll.

“Captain Carter has informed me that it is ‘pi day’.”


My fingers easily encircle Daniel Jackson’s wrist. As a First Prime, I am accustomed to total and prompt attention; this lack of focus is most disturbing. “I do not believe I have your complete attention.”

He carefully lays the scroll down on the soft cloth spread on his desk and strips off the woven gloves. Turning, he apologizes, “You’re right, Teal’c. I wasn’t paying attention and I’m sorry. What do you need?”

Taking this as an unspoken invitation, I seat myself. “Captain Carter informs me that it is ‘pi day’.”

“Pie Day?” His brow furrows. “They’re serving pie in the commissary?”

“I have no knowledge of today’s menu. Captain Carter spoke of a mathematical quality.”

Daniel Jackson’s forehead smooths. “Oh. Pi. It’s a mathematical constant. Actually, it’s pretty fascinating. It can be used in a number of different mathematical applications to solve complex equations.”

“This one…number may be used to solved differing equations?” Daniel Jackson nods. “This does not seem logical. How is that possible?”

A gentle color floods Daniel Jackson’s face. “Actually…I don’t know that much about math…Sam says it works.”

“But how?”

A sudden smile blooms across his face. “To be honest, Teal’c, I don’t know how it works. I just know it does. Listen, if Sam says something works, she’s probably right.” He pauses. “In math, anyway.”

“Then may I ask you another question, Daniel Jackson?”


I leap quickly to my feet, place myself between him and the doorway. “Whom do you wish me to fire upon?”

Daniel Jackson holds out his hands. “Sorry, Teal’c, sit down. It’s just an expression. It means, go ahead, ask away.”

“This pastry is also a pie?”

“Yes, but it’s spelled differently.” He rises to retrieve a board equipped with wheels. Taking a small cylinder in his hand, he proceeds to write the words on the board. “Pie has an e on the end of it and pi doesn’t.”

“This seems unneccesarily confusing.” I confess.

“Oy,” a voice pipes up from the doorway, “just wait until you get to verbs and tenses and stuff like that.” O’Neill saunters in, seating himself on the stool beside me.

I turn to face him. “You are well-versed in these verbs?” Daniel Jackson snorts behind his hand.

Glaring at Daniel Jackson, O’Neill fidgets. He reaches across the table toward the scroll, only to have Daniel Jackson snatch it, quickly removing it from O’Neill’s reach. “You have to learn this stuff in school, Teal’c” I frown. “Not you specifically but, you know, American kids learn it in school.”

“So you are also a scholar, O’Neill, as well as Captain Carter and Daniel Jackson?”

Daniel Jackson emits a sound not unlike that of someone being strangled.

O’Neill charges to his feet. “How about we go to the commissary and check out the only kind of pie that really matters?” Daniel Jackson steps toward his desk, only to have O’Neill grasp the back of his jacket. “Oh, no, you’re not weaseling out of this one.” He propels an unwilling Daniel Jackson toward the door. “Besides, I want to hear you explain the Pied Piper to Teal’c.”

“The Pied Piper?” I enquire as I follow. “This is a person who advertises his pastries with a musical instrument?”

O’Neill and I are confronted with Daniel Jackson’s glare as the elevator doors close in our faces.

O’Neill presses the button to summon another elevator. “Then there’s the piebald…” his eyebrows rise as he contemplates my clean-shaven head.

“You are not amusing, O’Neill.” I face the doors, suppressing the smile that attempts to escape.
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Summary: Sam struggles to reconnect with Daniel
Written for Fig’s On-world alphabet soup

H is for Half-life

I was engrossed in SG-12’s mission report when a flash of movement caught my eye. Glancing up, I realized Daniel was lurking in my doorway. Suppressing the inevitable sigh, I invited him in. Since his return, he won’t enter anyone’s room or lab or office without express consent. The door would always be left wide open. I have yet to figure out if it’s a method of discouraging personal conversation or if it was Daniel’s way of insuring a speedy escape. Consequently, I feel the chasm between Daniel and SG-1 widening every day.

He was stiff and formal and so clearly uncomfortable that I want to hug him tight but I realized that would lead to more stiffness and formality. There is this beautiful shell where a friend used to be and I hate it. “Daniel, you know you don’t have to ask me every time you want to come in.”

“I…I didn’t used to do that?” He perched uneasily on the stool opposite me, keeping the wide lab table between us.

“Oh, Daniel, you used to burst in one anyone, anywere, without thinking about it.” My smile fades. “I wish, just once, you’d come in here like your hair was on fire.”

He shifted uncomfortably. “We used to be pretty good friends, huh?”

“The very best.”

“So, if I asked you to do me a favor, it wouldn’t be strange?”

My heart gave a hopeful bounce. “Daniel, I would love to do you a favor.”

“This weekend? I need to show you something. Off-base, if you have the time, Sam.”

He looked so young, so lost that I couldn’t resist reaching across the table to take his hand. “You call me, anytime. I’ll be there,” I promise.


I fought the urge to ask where we’re going when Daniel picked me up early Saturday morning. I suppressed my curiosity as Daniel drove, with measured care, into a quiet subdivision that looked an awful lot like my own neighborhood. Slowing down, he shot me a quick look. “I just….just tell me if you think this is a good idea or not, okay?” Waiting for my nod, he quickly turned into a driveway and stopped.

I tumbled out of the car when I spotted the real estate sign in the yard. “Daniel, you’re buying a house!”

He was fumbling with his keys. “I might have…may have…already bought it.”

Turning, I surveyed the house. It was small, cottage-like, with flowers and a well-kept lawn. “Please tell me you have the keys?”

Finally, finally a smile. “Come on in.”


An hour later, we were sitting on the highly polished living room floor, devouring a fast-food breakfast. “So,” I asked, “what made you decide to buy a house?”

“I…I’ve been having trouble sleeping. Dr. Fraiser advised me to spend more time out of the mountain but I…”

“Didn’t have anyplace to go, outside the mountain?”

“Yeah. So I thought I should get my own place. I went to see a condo and I…well, I had a panic attack. Scared the realtor to death.”

“Daniel!” I exclaim, horrified.

“I just….I felt all boxed in and I couldn’t breathe anymore. But she opened a window and then I made it downstairs. She asked me if I’d ever thought about a house, which I hadn’t so she showed me a couple. When I saw this one, it seemed to be the right size and it’s not too far from the base. Lori, the real estate agent, said it was kind of small but since it was only me, she thought it might suit me.” He gave me a quick glance. “What do you think?”

I’d walked through the house with him, trying to see it through clinical eyes. “Yes, it’s small but the kitchen and bathroom have been updated so it’d be pretty low maintenance.”

“Did you know you can hire people to mow your grass and water your flowers?” He seemed amazed.

“And clean your house, too.” I patted his knee at his shocked look. “I’ll give you the name of the service that cleans my house.” I searched his face. “Are you sleeping any better?”

He shrugged. “Dr. Fraiser is still signing off on me to work.” Knowing Janet, I’d bet he had to persuade her not to ground him. “I have to get some furniture and stuff before I can move in.”

“Oh, you know I’m up for that.”

“Teal’c’s already offered. But you can come along.”

“Teal’c?” Somehow, I just couldn’t picture it.

“He was actually pretty forceful about going with me.”

One big difference in the new Daniel was his inability to prevent Teal’c – and the Colonel – from totally bulldozing their way over his objections. That, I figured, wouldn’t last long but the two of them were taking outrageous advantage of the circumstance.

“So, what do you think?” Daniel asked, his expression uncertain.

I thought about the house. The exterior was beautiful, precisely landscaped, the perfect facade. The interior so divergent: some rooms ruthlessly remodeled, all their wondrous history stripped away to be replaced by mere function. Other rooms were so empty that sound and light echoed on wall upon wall upon wall. I forced a smile. “I think it’s perfect, Daniel.”
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Summary: Chapter Two of Square One: Continuing story of Clone Jack in high school

Fandom: Stargate SG-1

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 680

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, wish I did, you know who does, yadda, yadda, yadda




Opposite but Equal Forces





Opposite but Equal Forces )



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Summary: Lord Grantham invites four mysterious strangers to afternoon tea

Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Downton Abbey

Rating: G

Word Count: 2023

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, wish I did, you know who does, yadda, yadda, yadda

Author’s Notes: This came to life after a completely nonsensical Twitter conversation about crossovers.


Afternoon Tea at Downton Abbey


Afternoon Tea at Downton Abbey )
















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Yeah, I know, Pi Day is nearly gone and I don't have a pi(e) fic. But I remembered one that someone did ages ago and it was funny and I can't remember who did it or what the name was.

It was from the ep 'Red Sky' and the author/artist had takes screenshots of the episode and added his/her own dialogue. The gist of the story was that SG-1 was attempting to win an inter-galactic bake-off. Jack wasn't above resorting to cheating, wanting to wrest the trophy away from someone else, mayhaps the Tok'ra?

I know someone remembers and can link me to it quicker than you can, you know, bake a pie.....
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C is for Circumstance


Summary: Circumstance – events or conditions beyond someone’s control (The Microsoft Encarta Dictionary)




C is for Circumstance )


A Good Man

Jan. 4th, 2012 08:57 pm
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Summary: The story behind this line in ‘Homecoming’ – “Jack said you were a good man.”

Fandom: Stargate SG-1

Pairing: None

Rating: PG13

Spoiler: Meridian, Fallen, Homecoming

Word Count: 534

Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, wish I did, you know who does, yadda, yadda, yadda
Author's Notes: for [personal profile] jdjunkie who speculated about Jack calling Jonas 'a good man'


A Good Man




A Good Man )



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