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Title: The Toll of Waiting
Prompt: War, Narnia
Bonus? No
Word Count: 725
Rating: PG (F-bombs)
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG1
Pairings (if any): None. (Sam and Daniel friendship)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None, except language.
Summary: “What better time, than when reality is well, kind of dire, to lose yourself in a whole different world.” Set late in SG1.

[Sam is discouraged...]

“How can you read that?” Sam lifted her chin toward Daniel, indicating his book.

Daniel looked up, dazed as he focused his eyes on Sam. “What?”

“That. How can you read it?”

Daniel looked down at the small book in his hands. “I dunno.” His forehead creased as he looked back up at her. “Why?”

Sam sighed and then raised her dirt smudged hand to gesture around them. They were camped out on the side of a hill, surrounded thick brush and shaded by tall trees. The only way into the thicket that didn’t involve a machete was an almost imperceptibly narrow trail leading out the downward facing side of their protected space. If one knew it was there, and shimmied just right, one could slip through mostly unscathed. They’d been lucky to stumble on this place; that bit of luck was the only reason they really had a shot at surviving this.

At the moment, Teal’c sat calmly poised near the exit. He’d been sitting impassively throughout his watch, looking bored, possibly, to those less familiar with him.

Two days now, they’d been holed up here, keeping watch in rotation, always someone watching the entrance. The team members not on guard taking turns to scout.

They’d lost control of the gate due to an epic fuck-up on the part of one of the newer marines with them. A serious reprimand would be awaiting him back on Earth if he hadn’t already paid with his life. Since then, they’ve been scouting, and watching and planning. Waiting for their opportunity, which had yet to come.

Jaffa were crawling all over the fucking place. It was a miracle they hadn’t been caught yet.

“It’s just, we’re sitting here, caught in the middle of someone else’s war, and you’re reading a book about… well, lions.” Sam shrugged. “I just don’t get it. How do you have the mental space for witches and fauns, and whatever else.”

The corner of Daniel’s quirked up. “Ah, I see.” He smiled. “I think I understand what you mean, Sam, but actually, I think this is the perfect time to read something like this.”

Sam’s brow furrowed and her head pulled back slightly in confusion.

“What better time, than when reality is well, kind of dire, to lose yourself in a whole different world.”

“A whole different world?” Sam snorted. “I think we’re already lost on a whole different world.”

Daniel laughed. “Fair enough.” Then his smile faded into a more contemplative expression. “Sam. What’s going on? It’s not like you to be negative.”

Sam closed her eyes and sighed; she paused before responding. “I guess I’m tired.”

“Tired?” Daniel asked gently. “Of?”

Sam met Daniel’s eyes. “I dunno. Everything. I’m tired of running for my life. I’m tired of coming home caked in mud. I’m tired of Jaffa.” She paused and swallowed hard. “We’ve been fighting this war for almost 8 years now. I know we’ve accomplished a lot, but… I guess just thought we’d have made more progress by now. I thought…” Sam shrugged and looked away as she almost whispered, “I thought maybe we’d be done by now.”

Daniel extended his leg and nudged her boot, smiling as she looked over at him. “Hey, it’s not that bad.”

Sam huffed a laugh. “How do you figure?”

“Well, I mean, it’s kinda cool and all, the idea of opening up a wardrobe and all the of the sudden finding yourself going through a door to a different world. If you think about it, it’s not so different from going through the Stargate.”

Sam smiled. “True…”

“And…” Daniel said, reaching into his backpack and pulling out another book. He tossed it to Sam who caught it and flipped it around to look at the title.

“The Door in the Hedge?” Sam raised her eyebrows.

“Hey, you never know.” Daniel’s smile widened into a grin. “If that one can be true, why not this one?”

Sam laughed and tossed the book back at him. “Daniel,” she said with a grin, “you’re ridiculous.”

Daniel smiled. “Yeah, maybe.”

Sam smiled back, some of the tension of the situation leaving her. Maybe Daniel was right. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. After all, they’d been in worse situations.

“So… witches, hunh?” Sam smiled as she abruptly switched topics. “What are your thoughts on vampires…?”

The End.

Title: Quick Fic x2
Prompt: Pandemonium and All the Stars in the Sky
Bonus? Yes
Word Count: 132, 246
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG1
Pairings (if any): None (Pandemonium) and All the Stars in the Sky (Sam/Jack established)
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None

[Pandemonium...]Pandemonium

The klaxons are blaring as Samantha Carter rounds the corner. SGC staff are rushing in every direction. To the untrained eye it would seem like chaos, but General Carter knew that each person moved with purpose. Each person knew where they needed to be and which tasks were most crucial for them to complete.

Carter took the stairs up to the control room two at a time, rushing to get there, but displaying nothing but precision and confidence to those who might be watching their base commander. No teams were due back. No allies were expected.

The General took her place behind Walter and looked out over the gate room, watching the marines take up their defensive positions. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, ready to face whatever was coming.


[All the Stars in the Sky]All the stars in the sky

Sam leans back on her elbows and lifts her gaze higher into the night sky. Extending her arm, Sam points to a clump of stars and explains, “That’s an open cluster of stars, each one young and still loosely surrounded by their nebular birth material.” She looks over at Jack and smiles, “definitely not a wizard.”

“I don’t know, Carter. That glowing stuff definitely looks like a potion to me.” Jack nods seriously, the corner of his lip the only indication of suppressed humor.

Sam rolls her eyes and flops back down on the ground. “Well, if you say so. Although I have to say they never covered that in my astrophysics classes during my PhD.” She grins at him and can’t help but notice how the starlight is reflecting off his silver hair, giving him an almost ethereal glow. “But I suspect that you’re just inclined to see magic wherever you look.”

Jack reaches up and gently tucks a stray hair behind her ear. His eyes scan her face, drifting down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. He smiles softly, “well, not everywhere. There’s definitely more some places than others.”

“Really.” Sam quirks an eyebrow. “Like where?”

“Like wherever you are.” Jack leans in and gently kisses her, and all sense of time seems to fade.

After a long, gentle kiss, Sam pulls back. “That was kinda cheesy.” She smiles. “Even for you.”

Jack just grins and leans in for more.

L is for Loincloth

Summary: Usually the guys have it easy and Sam's the one who ends up in a blue dress. But as the guys of SG1 find out, not all worlds have the same rules...
Word count: 1055
Characters: SG1 original team
Era: After the "Blue Dress' episode, but otherwise unspecified.
Categories: culture shock
Author's notes: No specific warnings, but if you suffer from nightmares about showing up to work/school in only your underwear, this story may not be for you.


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Don't know where this one popped out from *g*

Title: Off Season Fashion
Prompt: Out of Season
Current/Past: Current
Word Count: 358
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG1
Pairings (if any) None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None
Summary: Stranded on a planet long enough to experience winter, SG1 must make some fashion sacrifices.


[Sam’s afraid of the fashion police...]

Eyebrows raised, Sam looked at Daniel. “Seriously?” she asked.

Daniel sighed. “Yes, seriously.” He held up the brightly striped pelt of fur in emphasis. He’d been working on them all week. Since they’d been stranded on P4X-739 long enough for winter to set in, he’d been trying to tan and dry pelts for all four of them. But given their lack of proper materials, the results had clearly been mixed. There was a distinctly unpleasant odor emanating from the pelt Daniel offered her.

“Daniel,” Sam protested. “That does not look comfortable. Or sanitary.”

Teal’c tilted his head and looked at Sam curiously, “Major Carter, given the unexpected wintery conditions on this planet, is this not a practical and necessary solution?”

Sam sighed. “Yes. You’re right, Teal’c. It’s just… I’ve made an effort to avoid furs and leopard prints my entire life. Not my style.” She looked at Daniel and cringed. “It just looks ridiculous.”

Daniel relaxed his grip on the pelt. “Sam…” he said gently. “I get it. Look, we’ve got to wear them too, right?” He gestured toward their suspiciously less-wildly colored furs. “And we promise not to laugh.” He said earnestly, then looked at Teal’c. “Right?”

Teal’c solemnly nodded agreement.

Sam gave them a small smile. “Alright. Thanks, guys.” She took the pelt from Daniel and slipped it around her shoulders. Daniel helped her fix it in place with a strap of leather he’d fashioned as a belt.

Sam looked down and sighed. It was probably for the best that she didn’t have a mirror.

“Well, at least I won’t be so cold now. Thanks, Daniel.”

Daniel smiled. “Sure, Sam.” Then he and Teal’c headed back outside to resume work on the final pelt for Jack.

Just after they left, Sam looked up to see Jack returning to the cave that had been their shelter since they were stranded.

Jack came to an abrupt stop when he saw her. He stood there, mouth agape for a moment, before his face broke into a huge grin. “Hey Carter! Where’s your club?”

Sam groaned and buried her face in her hands. “Daniel, I’m gonna kill you!”

A writerverse challenge to write a story with the sentence "He'd come up with something later." (with optional pronoun change)


Title: Another Day at the Office
Word Count: 180
Rating: G
Fandom or Original: Stargate SG1
Pairings (if any): None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): None
Summary: Sam gets ready for her day at work.

[What a weird job she has...]

Major Samantha Carter calmly and carefully tucked the last brick of C4 into her pack. It fit snugly in next to the remote control detonators. She took a moment to survey her supplies. Explosives, check. Detonators, check. Miscellaneous computer wires, mini-tool kit, electrical leads, spare computer hardware, check. Tok’ra tunneling crystals, Goa’uld power crystals, check. Extra ammunition, knife, hacksaw blade, throwing daggers, check.

Playing cards, instant coffee for Daniel, gameboy with spare batteries for Teal’c, and a yo-yo for her CO, check.

Satisfied at the contents, she zipped up her pack and smiled, shaking her head slightly. What a weird job she had.

Hoisting the pack onto her shoulders, she headed into the gate room and tried to recall the exact nature of her upcoming mission.

Oh yeah. An alien fleet was on its way to try (again) to destroy Earth. Her job was to stop it.

How exactly she was going to do that? Eh, she had no idea. She mentally shrugged. Whatever. This was just another day at the office.

She’d come up with something later.


Title:Tanka
Prompt:Sand, Escape
Bonus?No
Word Count: Tanka x 2 (47)
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None


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Writerverse: Crossover Challenge

Title: Not trees
Word Count: 232
Rating: G
Your two universes used (original or fandom):Stargate SG1, Dr. Who
Pairings (if any): None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): None
Summary: Jack and Daniel are confused.


[That is definitely not a tree.]
“Well, that’s a new one.” Jack blinked as he walked around the unexpected object. “Usually it’s trees. And then more trees. And then even more trees.”  He scowled as he continued his circuit. “Daniel, didn’t you say this planet had a culture based on ancient Sumeria?”
Daniel looked at Jack in surprise. “You were paying attention?” Jack just glared expectantly at him in response.


“Ah, right, of course,” Daniel stuttered, recovering from his surprise. “Yes, definitely ancient Sumerian based on the images from the UAV, I mean the architecture suggested by the ruins, the petroglyphs, the engraved characters…”


“Ah!” said Jack shortly, holding up his hand. “Got it, Daniel. Don’t need to hear it again.”


Daniel rolled his eyes.


“Okay,” drawled Jack, “so, given that the culture was from ancient Sumeria, why the hell would there be a British phone booth here?” Jack gestured emphatically toward the blue police box in front of them.

“Well, Jack, it’s not exactly a phone…” Daniel trailed off as the door of the blue box suddenly opened. Out stepped a tall thin man in a brown jacket and red bowtie. He was followed shortly after by a much shorter red haired woman.
“Good day!” said the man in a loud, chipper voice. They then marched past them with big smiles on their faces and then disappear into the surrounding brush.


“Uhhh…” Daniel finished. “I’m not… sure?”
I think my head just exploded:

Another writerverse challenge - this time to write up to five drabbles in two days. Thought I'd share them here. I hope to add some more before the deadline tomorrow.

Drabble 1 (Patient Zero)

[Patient Zero]

Sam looked down at her hands, where intricate purple splotches were beginning to spread, and was filled with despair. They’d encountered the disease on a planet during a fairly routine mission last week. They’d taken all the necessary precautions: decontaminated after first exposure, wore hazmat suits when helping provide resources and care to the locals, maintained every protocol. When they got back to Earth, they sat patiently in the infirmary while Janet ran her many, many tests. They’d been cleared, and Sam had headed home, eager to escape the confines of quarantine. Now here she was, patient zero on Earth.

Drabble 2 (Pretty in Pink)

[Pretty in Pink]

“Carter, I swear to God, if you ever tell anyone about this…” Jack threatened, his finger jabbing the air in emphasis.

“Or, you’ll what, Sir?” Sam couldn’t help but smirk.

Jack’s expression darkened. “I’ll write you up for insubordination, Major, that’s what!”

Sam laughed. “I don’t think that would work. I wouldn’t want to leave out any important details out of my report, Sir, now would I?”

“Carter!” Jack’s tone suddenly changed from angry to pleading. He gestured down at the fluffy pink tutu the local council had asked him to wear for the ceremony. “Please?”

Sam smiled evilly, “well, lemme think about it…”

Challenge 15: Weekly Quick Fic #5

Title: First Date
Prompt: Dinner Date
Bonus? Nope.
Word Count: 349
Rating: G. Maybe a little higher if suggestive eyebrow raising is of concern...
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG1
Pairings (if any): Sam/Jack
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None.

[“So, did you think it’d be this awkward?” Sam asked...]

“So, did you think it’d be this awkward?” Sam asked, the corner of her mouth turning up in humor.

Jack leaned back and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god. It’s not just me.”

“Nope.” Sam popped the “p” and then grinned. She tilted her head. “You know, this just really isn’t our style.”

Jack returned her smile, and for a moment, they just sat there, grinning at each other like idiots. “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that.” Jack admitted.

Sam laughed. “This was your idea, you know.”

“I know, it’s just…” Jack faltered. “I wasn’t sure what you’d… like.”

“Really?” said Sam, looking amused but incredulous. “I would have thought after eight years, you’d know by now.”

“Hey!” said Jack, “I couldn’t exactly sit around the campfire and ask you what your favorite dating activities were, you know. Sexual harassment and all…”

Sam rolled her eyes, “Well, I suppose you have a point about the asking. But if you thought about it, would you really have gone white table cloth?”

Jack had the grace to look a little abashed. “Well, maybe not. But hey, you’ve gotta give me some credit! After eight years, a guy might be a little nervous about living up to expectations.”

At this, Sam’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Nervous? Really? You?”

Jack looked down. “You don’t have to sound so surprised, Carter.”

Sam leaned across the table and covered Jack’s hand, which was drumming out a nervous pattern, with her own. Jack immediately flipped his hand over and wrapped his long fingers around her hand. Jack looked up and held her gaze.

All the humor left Sam’s face and she stared intently at Jack. “I just… wouldn’t have guessed, is all” she said softly. The heat growing in her eyes was matched in intensity by that in Jack’s.

For a long moment, they stayed still, locked in each other’s gaze.

“So,” Jack quirked a smile, squeezed Sam’s hand, and raised his eyebrows suggestively, “shall we get outta here?”

Sam grinned. “Yeah sure, you betcha.”