Perchance to Dream, by Minxy (PG-13)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Sam and Teal'c friendship
Categories: Sam, Teal'c, ep related, character study, angst
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:_minxy_
Author's Website: Story List
Link: Perchance to Dream
Why This Must Be Read: I love stories that deal with Teal'c post-Changeling and his struggles to deal with the new limitations imposed by tretonin. In this fic, Minxy treats us to Teal'c's difficulty with dreaming and nightmares in the absence of kel no reem, and the quiet, understated ways in which Sam offers her support... even as she might deny the same need for herself.
Beautiful characterization, a lovely Teal'c voice, and rock-solid friendship. What more could you want?
He called Samantha when he awoke. The clock he did not want in his room reflected 12:52 in green light off the grey walls.
“Carter,” she answered, three questions implied under the word.
“Major Carter.” He reverted back to her title; it had been so long since she’d insisted he use her name.
“Teal’c, you okay?”
“I am unable to achieve satisfactory rest,” he said, the weight of handling many nights of it alone dampening his tones.
“What have you tried?” she asked, the sounds of covers rustling a white noise behind her words.
“I have called you on the telephone,” he stated, and patiently waited out the pause the statement elicited on the other end of the metal wire.
Categories: Sam, Teal'c, ep related, character study, angst
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
_minxy_Author's Website: Story List
Link: Perchance to Dream
Why This Must Be Read: I love stories that deal with Teal'c post-Changeling and his struggles to deal with the new limitations imposed by tretonin. In this fic, Minxy treats us to Teal'c's difficulty with dreaming and nightmares in the absence of kel no reem, and the quiet, understated ways in which Sam offers her support... even as she might deny the same need for herself.
Beautiful characterization, a lovely Teal'c voice, and rock-solid friendship. What more could you want?
He called Samantha when he awoke. The clock he did not want in his room reflected 12:52 in green light off the grey walls.
“Carter,” she answered, three questions implied under the word.
“Major Carter.” He reverted back to her title; it had been so long since she’d insisted he use her name.
“Teal’c, you okay?”
“I am unable to achieve satisfactory rest,” he said, the weight of handling many nights of it alone dampening his tones.
“What have you tried?” she asked, the sounds of covers rustling a white noise behind her words.
“I have called you on the telephone,” he stated, and patiently waited out the pause the statement elicited on the other end of the metal wire.
