Remembrance, by Suzannemarie (G)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Sara O'Neill
Categories: friendship, angst, character study, Jack
Warnings: references to Charlie and Jack/Sara
Author on LJ:smg01
Author's Website: Fanwork Listing / Suzannemarie at AO3
Link: Remembrance
Why This Must Be Read: This is a gentle, moving account of Sara and Jack, eight years after their tragedy, spending some quiet time together on what would have been Charlie's birthday to remember their son.
Sara O'Neill is a stellar class act, and this lovely story does her justice.
(Reccer's note: this fic is a companion piece to another story that describes the same day from Jack's perspective, including a mission off-world. You'll probably enjoy Birthday, too.)
"Listen, I know this is last minute, but I wanted to invite you over for supper tonight if you're free. Nothing fancy—I thought we could grill some burgers."
A long, agonizing silence followed her offer. I've misstepped, she thought. "You don't have to feel obligated," she said hastily. "It was just an impulse I had."
"No, that's not it," Jack told her. "I was just thinking over my schedule for the day. I wouldn't be very good company," he warned her.
"I would understand that better than anyone," Sara replied. "I'm willing to risk it."
"I don't know..."
His tone told her that he needed a little nudge or he would talk himself out of accepting the invitation. She struck a note that implied that he had already agreed. "7:00? You bring the beer."
There was another pause. "Okay, seven. I'll be there. Don't say I didn't warn you if I'm crappy company."
"I'll consider myself warned. See you tonight."
Categories: friendship, angst, character study, Jack
Warnings: references to Charlie and Jack/Sara
Author on LJ:
smg01Author's Website: Fanwork Listing / Suzannemarie at AO3
Link: Remembrance
Why This Must Be Read: This is a gentle, moving account of Sara and Jack, eight years after their tragedy, spending some quiet time together on what would have been Charlie's birthday to remember their son.
Sara O'Neill is a stellar class act, and this lovely story does her justice.
(Reccer's note: this fic is a companion piece to another story that describes the same day from Jack's perspective, including a mission off-world. You'll probably enjoy Birthday, too.)
"Listen, I know this is last minute, but I wanted to invite you over for supper tonight if you're free. Nothing fancy—I thought we could grill some burgers."
A long, agonizing silence followed her offer. I've misstepped, she thought. "You don't have to feel obligated," she said hastily. "It was just an impulse I had."
"No, that's not it," Jack told her. "I was just thinking over my schedule for the day. I wouldn't be very good company," he warned her.
"I would understand that better than anyone," Sara replied. "I'm willing to risk it."
"I don't know..."
His tone told her that he needed a little nudge or he would talk himself out of accepting the invitation. She struck a note that implied that he had already agreed. "7:00? You bring the beer."
There was another pause. "Okay, seven. I'll be there. Don't say I didn't warn you if I'm crappy company."
"I'll consider myself warned. See you tonight."
