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Time Marches Onward, by Settiai (PG)

  • Sep. 29th, 2016 at 4:17 PM
figs_sg1_rec: (team patch by paxm)
Rec Category: Team
Categories: Teal'c, Jack, Daniel, Sam, Jonas, angst, friendship, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: [personal profile] settiai
Author's Website: Settiai at AO3
Link: Time Marches Onward

Why This Must Be Read: In that nebulous time of transition between the end of S8 and the beginning of S9, all of SG-1 - Jack, Sam, Teal'c, Daniel, and Jonas - achieve a rare moment of togetherness to contemplate their uncertain future.

I like the friendships, the reluctance to drift away, the tentative anticipation of where they might find themselves going. Add the bittersweet coda of a certain throwaway line from S10, and you'll find yourself wishing that the teaminess they share would have a way to last forever.


Jonas reached up and rubbed sleep from his eyes. "Did you need me for something?"

"Oh, yeah." Jack's sheepishness faded away almost instantly. "The team and I made plans awhile back to take today off, spend some time together. Cart-- we thought you might like to come."

Jonas stared at him, the look on his face a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

"Is that allowed?" Jonas finally asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, isn't my clearance to go off base a couple of years out of date?"

Jack shrugged. "I'm in charge," he replied. "Who's going to tell me 'no?'"

Jonas stared at him for a moment. "Good point," he said finally. "Sure, I'm in. Just give me a couple of minutes to get dressed."

"Meet us at your old office in," Jack glanced down at his watch, "fifteen minutes?"

"Daniel's office in fifteen minutes," Jonas said, grabbing a shirt that had been tossed over a chair. "No problem."

Jack turned and started out the door. Before he got the chance to close it behind him, though, Jonas cleared his throat.

"Yeah?" Jack asked, turning back around for a second.

"Don't take this the wrong way," Jonas said, somewhat warily, "but where are we going?"

Jack couldn't help it. He grinned.

"Fishing."