Fine Spirits, by Julie (PG)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Team
Pairing: none
Categories: team, Teal'c, humor, drama, original character
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:splash_the_cat
Author's Website: Moments of Adoration
Link: Fine Spirits/feedback on LJ
Why This Must Be Read: To quote the summary: Three Tau'ri and a Jaffa walk into a bar...
Teamy goodness, Teal'c backstory, competence, fighting and friendship and just the right dash of humor -- it all adds up to a great story that you're sure to enjoy!
Jack heard Carter and Teal'c shift, moving to flank him as Daniel stepped forward to do his thing, like he'd never been a glowy, insubstantial pain in Jack's ass. Jack had missed it, his team like this, like the old days. "I keep waiting for him to bust out with 'take me to your leader' one of these days." Jack said, sotto voce, and Carter's cheeks turned a delicate shade of red as she choked back a laugh. Jack glanced over to Teal'c, expecting an example of the Jaffa's recent inclination to wide, slightly unnerving smiles. But there was no smile. And no Teal'c.
A flash of movement caught Jack's eye, and there was Teal'c, already across the room, his hands fisted in the shirt of the man standing behind the bar, lifting him up and over it. A man bearing Apophis's mark.
This part of the old days Jack didn't miss so much.
Daniel fell back beside him. "Uh, this is not so good," he said, bringing his weapon to bear.
"Yeah." Jack did the same, as did Carter. "I thought he was over that whole Jaffa revenge thing."
Chairs scraped the floor as a few of the patrons now stood, curious murmurs rising into a low uneasy rumble. The occupants of the table closest to the door split up, two with biceps that rivaled Teal'c's heading for the bar, the other three pulling wicked-looking knives from their belts.
"Really, really not good," Daniel said as Jack signaled Carter to secure the door. But as Jack opened his mouth to shout a warning to Teal'c, the man in Teal'c's grasp laughed loudly, thumping Teal'c on the shoulders before grabbing him in a bear hug.
The room went silent.
"Oookay," Jack said as Teal'c returned the man's embrace. The miners advancing on them had paused, now watching the spectacle at the bar. "Not so much a revenge thing, I'm guessing."
"Not unless manly hugging is some Jaffa interrogation technique Teal'c never told us about," Carter replied, easing off her weapon at Jack's signal, as Teal'c and the man made their way around the tables and startled miners.
"O'Neill," Teal'c said when he reached them, his face opened wide in a brilliant grin. "Major Carter, Daniel Jackson, this is Jet'el. We grew up together on Chulak."
Pairing: none
Categories: team, Teal'c, humor, drama, original character
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
splash_the_catAuthor's Website: Moments of Adoration
Link: Fine Spirits/feedback on LJ
Why This Must Be Read: To quote the summary: Three Tau'ri and a Jaffa walk into a bar...
Teamy goodness, Teal'c backstory, competence, fighting and friendship and just the right dash of humor -- it all adds up to a great story that you're sure to enjoy!
Jack heard Carter and Teal'c shift, moving to flank him as Daniel stepped forward to do his thing, like he'd never been a glowy, insubstantial pain in Jack's ass. Jack had missed it, his team like this, like the old days. "I keep waiting for him to bust out with 'take me to your leader' one of these days." Jack said, sotto voce, and Carter's cheeks turned a delicate shade of red as she choked back a laugh. Jack glanced over to Teal'c, expecting an example of the Jaffa's recent inclination to wide, slightly unnerving smiles. But there was no smile. And no Teal'c.
A flash of movement caught Jack's eye, and there was Teal'c, already across the room, his hands fisted in the shirt of the man standing behind the bar, lifting him up and over it. A man bearing Apophis's mark.
This part of the old days Jack didn't miss so much.
Daniel fell back beside him. "Uh, this is not so good," he said, bringing his weapon to bear.
"Yeah." Jack did the same, as did Carter. "I thought he was over that whole Jaffa revenge thing."
Chairs scraped the floor as a few of the patrons now stood, curious murmurs rising into a low uneasy rumble. The occupants of the table closest to the door split up, two with biceps that rivaled Teal'c's heading for the bar, the other three pulling wicked-looking knives from their belts.
"Really, really not good," Daniel said as Jack signaled Carter to secure the door. But as Jack opened his mouth to shout a warning to Teal'c, the man in Teal'c's grasp laughed loudly, thumping Teal'c on the shoulders before grabbing him in a bear hug.
The room went silent.
"Oookay," Jack said as Teal'c returned the man's embrace. The miners advancing on them had paused, now watching the spectacle at the bar. "Not so much a revenge thing, I'm guessing."
"Not unless manly hugging is some Jaffa interrogation technique Teal'c never told us about," Carter replied, easing off her weapon at Jack's signal, as Teal'c and the man made their way around the tables and startled miners.
"O'Neill," Teal'c said when he reached them, his face opened wide in a brilliant grin. "Major Carter, Daniel Jackson, this is Jet'el. We grew up together on Chulak."
