My Adopted Big Brother, by Izhilzha (PG)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Original character
Categories: clone!Jack, drama
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:izhilzha
Author's Website: Izhilzha at AO3
Link: My Adopted Big Brother
Why This Must Be Read: Clone!Jack in high school, from the perspective of the daughter of the family that fosters him. (How great that Izh uses a canonical general as Jack's foster family!) I love when outside characters don't know what we do and draw their own conclusions, and Mary's observations of Jack's contradictions and behavior ring wonderfully true. This is delightfully Jack and an excellent read!
Jack had three bags with him, all Air Force blue. He lugged them up to the top of the stairs, and we stared at each other for a minute. His eyes were dark brown, and tired. "Sorry," he said, sticking out a hand. "I'm Jack O'Neill. You must be the one I have to thank for the cut in my allowance."
I shook his hand. He didn't sound too mad. "Come on, sixty dollars a week is pretty good, right?"
"I suppose it is, when you're actually fourteen." Jack slung the duffel bag over his shoulder, and hefted one suitcase in each hand.
I followed him into the spare room. "What do you mean, 'actually'?"
"Uh--" He nearly tripped on the carpet. "I mean--it was just, um, me and my dad, so I got pretty good at handling money. They could've just let me have his estate."
I stared at him, as he dumped his luggage and started walking around the room, checking out the closet, the dresser, the view from the window. "But you're fifteen."
Jack sighed, and scrubbed a hand through his short hair. "So they keep telling me."
Categories: clone!Jack, drama
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
izhilzhaAuthor's Website: Izhilzha at AO3
Link: My Adopted Big Brother
Why This Must Be Read: Clone!Jack in high school, from the perspective of the daughter of the family that fosters him. (How great that Izh uses a canonical general as Jack's foster family!) I love when outside characters don't know what we do and draw their own conclusions, and Mary's observations of Jack's contradictions and behavior ring wonderfully true. This is delightfully Jack and an excellent read!
Jack had three bags with him, all Air Force blue. He lugged them up to the top of the stairs, and we stared at each other for a minute. His eyes were dark brown, and tired. "Sorry," he said, sticking out a hand. "I'm Jack O'Neill. You must be the one I have to thank for the cut in my allowance."
I shook his hand. He didn't sound too mad. "Come on, sixty dollars a week is pretty good, right?"
"I suppose it is, when you're actually fourteen." Jack slung the duffel bag over his shoulder, and hefted one suitcase in each hand.
I followed him into the spare room. "What do you mean, 'actually'?"
"Uh--" He nearly tripped on the carpet. "I mean--it was just, um, me and my dad, so I got pretty good at handling money. They could've just let me have his estate."
I stared at him, as he dumped his luggage and started walking around the room, checking out the closet, the dresser, the view from the window. "But you're fifteen."
Jack sighed, and scrubbed a hand through his short hair. "So they keep telling me."
