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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Team
Pairing: none
Categories: team, Jack O'Neill, gen, humor
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maychorian
Author's Website: http://maychoria.tripod.com
Link: Trouble Comes on Many Legs
Why This Must Be Read: Maychorian treats us to an hilarious glimpse of the inside of Jack's head, as he leads early S1 team through THE FORBIDDEN JUNGLE, to quote the ominous sound track running through his brain. By the time the panic and the dust (and the hairy little legs) have settled, Jack is comforted by Daniel's aplomb, Sam's nervous self-control, Teal'c's calm stoicism, and a most important conclusion: Team bonding when things weren’t going splodey. Always the best.
Full and gleeful disclaimer: Maychorian wrote this for my birthday! Am I lucky or what? :)
When Daniel asked if there was anything SG-1 could do for them, something to prove their friendliness and open a possibility of further relations, their chieftain-type had hesitated slightly, then nodded, and said that there was an artifact, something of great religious importance to them, in a nearby shrine that they weren’t able to retrieve since the encroaching jungle had blocked off their safe path. Because it was a “forbidden jungle.” (It showed up in Jack’s head in all capital letters—FORBIDDEN JUNGLE—intoned in the voice of James Earl Jones, or perhaps Vincent Price, and he just knew that that wasn’t go to away any time soon.) So could the visitors from another world go fetch it, pretty please?
Apparently it was only FORBIDDEN for the natives to go into the JUNGLE. Nothing wrong with sending random strangers off to do their errands. So Daniel nodded eagerly, barely glancing at Jack for permission, and that after he had already agreed to do it, but Jack guessed it was okay, this time. Definitely something they could do. If only every native population was so easy to please.
So far the FORBIDDEN JUNGLE wasn’t so bad. A little dark and a tiny bit creepy, but not dangerous or anything. Still, all of Jack’s senses were on high alert. There was usually a reason when a JUNGLE was FORBIDDEN (damn, that voice was not going away), even if the reason was weird.
And then something small and dark and awful started dropping on them from the trees.
Pairing: none
Categories: team, Jack O'Neill, gen, humor
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
maychorianAuthor's Website: http://maychoria.tripod.com
Link: Trouble Comes on Many Legs
Why This Must Be Read: Maychorian treats us to an hilarious glimpse of the inside of Jack's head, as he leads early S1 team through THE FORBIDDEN JUNGLE, to quote the ominous sound track running through his brain. By the time the panic and the dust (and the hairy little legs) have settled, Jack is comforted by Daniel's aplomb, Sam's nervous self-control, Teal'c's calm stoicism, and a most important conclusion: Team bonding when things weren’t going splodey. Always the best.
Full and gleeful disclaimer: Maychorian wrote this for my birthday! Am I lucky or what? :)
When Daniel asked if there was anything SG-1 could do for them, something to prove their friendliness and open a possibility of further relations, their chieftain-type had hesitated slightly, then nodded, and said that there was an artifact, something of great religious importance to them, in a nearby shrine that they weren’t able to retrieve since the encroaching jungle had blocked off their safe path. Because it was a “forbidden jungle.” (It showed up in Jack’s head in all capital letters—FORBIDDEN JUNGLE—intoned in the voice of James Earl Jones, or perhaps Vincent Price, and he just knew that that wasn’t go to away any time soon.) So could the visitors from another world go fetch it, pretty please?
Apparently it was only FORBIDDEN for the natives to go into the JUNGLE. Nothing wrong with sending random strangers off to do their errands. So Daniel nodded eagerly, barely glancing at Jack for permission, and that after he had already agreed to do it, but Jack guessed it was okay, this time. Definitely something they could do. If only every native population was so easy to please.
So far the FORBIDDEN JUNGLE wasn’t so bad. A little dark and a tiny bit creepy, but not dangerous or anything. Still, all of Jack’s senses were on high alert. There was usually a reason when a JUNGLE was FORBIDDEN (damn, that voice was not going away), even if the reason was weird.
And then something small and dark and awful started dropping on them from the trees.
