Getting Through It, by JD_Junkie (PG)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Cassandra Frasier
Pairing: none
Categories: Cassandra, Daniel Jackson, drama, angst, gen, episode related
Warnings: spoilers for Heroes
Author on LJ:jd_junkie
Author's Website: unknown
Link: Getting Through It
Why This Must Be Read: Shortly after Heroes, eighteen-year-old Cassie shows up on Daniel's doorstep. With ice cream floats as a backdrop, Cassie and Daniel share a truly adult conversation, ranging from gentle humor to honest pain and tearful comfort. This is beautifully anguished, powerfully written, and perfect closure for them both.
I read this fic and instantly thought, "I've got to rec this one!" I'm glad I've got the chance to do it now. :)
“Cass,” he says, and his voice is husky and laden with pain, “I’m not allowed to tell you. It’s …”
“Classified. I know. That’s all they ever say.” Her voice is rising and any minute she feels she might lose it completely. “But I know so much that’s classified already. I know about the Gate and the SGC and hey, hello, aliens.”
“Cassie.” He says her name gently, puts a hand on her arm, but she pulls it away. She doesn’t want his comfort, can’t afford to give in to it.
“I am classified!” Now she’s practically yelling. “And there’s a tape. I know there’s a tape because I heard people talking at the funeral. So, it’s OK for people who didn’t even know or love her to know this stuff and not me? God, I’ve kept so many secrets, Daniel, and it would have been so easy to spill sometimes. But I didn’t. I didn’t say a word, and now, this really, really important thing and they don’t trust me?”
And now she’s the one talking with her arms. Waving them around, like the pain in her words isn’t enough to hammer her point home.
“My mom is dead. And that is all I know. She left for work saying we’d go out for pizza that night and promised we’d go shopping and get our hair and nails done in town on Saturday. And then, she doesn’t come home and General Hammond and some other guy are at the door and she’s gone.” She really can’t stop any of this now.
“I said before that no one asks me what I want. And no one asks me because they know that all I want is to know what happened to her.” She hears the crack in her own voice, feels the first fat, hot tears start to fall, and she swipes them away angrily.
Because she’s not a kid.
“They keep saying she died a hero. I need more.” Cassie is talking to the table now because she can’t bear to see what’s in Daniel’s eyes. Pain? Pity? She doesn’t want his pity. She can cope with all of this if she could just know.
Daniel is silent. At first, she thinks maybe he’s weighing the pros and cons, deciding whether to break the rules. Tell her. But the silence stretches and stretches and finally she lifts her eyes and sees … oh God … Daniel’s face is wet.
Pairing: none
Categories: Cassandra, Daniel Jackson, drama, angst, gen, episode related
Warnings: spoilers for Heroes
Author on LJ:
jd_junkie Author's Website: unknown
Link: Getting Through It
Why This Must Be Read: Shortly after Heroes, eighteen-year-old Cassie shows up on Daniel's doorstep. With ice cream floats as a backdrop, Cassie and Daniel share a truly adult conversation, ranging from gentle humor to honest pain and tearful comfort. This is beautifully anguished, powerfully written, and perfect closure for them both.
I read this fic and instantly thought, "I've got to rec this one!" I'm glad I've got the chance to do it now. :)
“Cass,” he says, and his voice is husky and laden with pain, “I’m not allowed to tell you. It’s …”
“Classified. I know. That’s all they ever say.” Her voice is rising and any minute she feels she might lose it completely. “But I know so much that’s classified already. I know about the Gate and the SGC and hey, hello, aliens.”
“Cassie.” He says her name gently, puts a hand on her arm, but she pulls it away. She doesn’t want his comfort, can’t afford to give in to it.
“I am classified!” Now she’s practically yelling. “And there’s a tape. I know there’s a tape because I heard people talking at the funeral. So, it’s OK for people who didn’t even know or love her to know this stuff and not me? God, I’ve kept so many secrets, Daniel, and it would have been so easy to spill sometimes. But I didn’t. I didn’t say a word, and now, this really, really important thing and they don’t trust me?”
And now she’s the one talking with her arms. Waving them around, like the pain in her words isn’t enough to hammer her point home.
“My mom is dead. And that is all I know. She left for work saying we’d go out for pizza that night and promised we’d go shopping and get our hair and nails done in town on Saturday. And then, she doesn’t come home and General Hammond and some other guy are at the door and she’s gone.” She really can’t stop any of this now.
“I said before that no one asks me what I want. And no one asks me because they know that all I want is to know what happened to her.” She hears the crack in her own voice, feels the first fat, hot tears start to fall, and she swipes them away angrily.
Because she’s not a kid.
“They keep saying she died a hero. I need more.” Cassie is talking to the table now because she can’t bear to see what’s in Daniel’s eyes. Pain? Pity? She doesn’t want his pity. She can cope with all of this if she could just know.
Daniel is silent. At first, she thinks maybe he’s weighing the pros and cons, deciding whether to break the rules. Tell her. But the silence stretches and stretches and finally she lifts her eyes and sees … oh God … Daniel’s face is wet.
