These Are Gold, by Izhilzha (PG)
Feb. 20th, 2012 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recRec Category: Cassandra Frasier
Categories: Cassie, Sam, Jack, angst
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:izhilzha
Author's Website: Izhilzha's FanFiction Sticky Post
Link: These Are Gold
Why This Must Be Read: This is a beautifully adult look at Cassie during that nebulous time between S8 and S9. A visit from Jack and Sam turns into self-examination of loss, choice, courage, and persistence. I love how Cassie knows only what she should and her own insights into the people both she and SG-1 have grown to be. This is a tribute to the young woman Cassie has become, and that final line is a gorgeous metaphor for her future.
“How come Daniel didn’t come with you guys?”
“He’s . . .uh . . . busy.” Jack flipped a hand towards the sky, which was rapidly deepening to black. A single point of light glinted; one of Sol’s planets, or maybe a satellite, Cassie thought. “Translating some writing on rocks, if you can believe it.”
“Of course he is.” Cassie glanced around and dropped her voice. “What about Teal’c?”
Jack snorted. “He’s got himself a nice, thankless job, trying to help his people figure out what to do with their new-found freedom.”
That single sentence held more than she’d thought would happen in a lifetime. Questions swarmed through her mind, all backed by memories of a proud Jaffa warrior-turned-babysitter, telling her stories about how his people would one day be free of their false gods. How? Was there a revolution? Who died? Who lived? Are the Goa’uld all dead?
She couldn’t ask, because he couldn’t answer. Not most of those questions, anyway. “That’s cool,” was all she could trust herself to say. The squeeze of his hand on her shoulder told her that Jack understood the rest.
Categories: Cassie, Sam, Jack, angst
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
izhilzhaAuthor's Website: Izhilzha's FanFiction Sticky Post
Link: These Are Gold
Why This Must Be Read: This is a beautifully adult look at Cassie during that nebulous time between S8 and S9. A visit from Jack and Sam turns into self-examination of loss, choice, courage, and persistence. I love how Cassie knows only what she should and her own insights into the people both she and SG-1 have grown to be. This is a tribute to the young woman Cassie has become, and that final line is a gorgeous metaphor for her future.
“How come Daniel didn’t come with you guys?”
“He’s . . .uh . . . busy.” Jack flipped a hand towards the sky, which was rapidly deepening to black. A single point of light glinted; one of Sol’s planets, or maybe a satellite, Cassie thought. “Translating some writing on rocks, if you can believe it.”
“Of course he is.” Cassie glanced around and dropped her voice. “What about Teal’c?”
Jack snorted. “He’s got himself a nice, thankless job, trying to help his people figure out what to do with their new-found freedom.”
That single sentence held more than she’d thought would happen in a lifetime. Questions swarmed through her mind, all backed by memories of a proud Jaffa warrior-turned-babysitter, telling her stories about how his people would one day be free of their false gods. How? Was there a revolution? Who died? Who lived? Are the Goa’uld all dead?
She couldn’t ask, because he couldn’t answer. Not most of those questions, anyway. “That’s cool,” was all she could trust herself to say. The squeeze of his hand on her shoulder told her that Jack understood the rest.
