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Rec Category: Drama
Pairing: none
Categories: drama, novel, Sha're, AU, episode related, angst, team, action/adventure
Warnings: adult themes, violence, assault; includes references to Daniel/Sha're
Author on LJ:tafkarfanfic
Author's Website: tafkar's writing
Link: One Dimension Removed
Why This Must Be Read: I should save this until I rec the Sha're category again, but this story is so fantastic I can't wait!
Instead of "THANKS. SEND MORE" the tissue box reads, "PLEASE. SEND HELP." - because Amaunet came through the Stargate looking for a host for Apophis, and took Daniel. Sha're joins the SGC, and the story twists and turns to reflect her cultural upbringing, her connections with her teammates, and the differences she brings to SG-1.
You will love every bit of this, and one certain chapter will break your heart. This is real, this is powerful, and this is good.
Reserve a good block of time for this, and go read it right now. You'll be very glad you did!
(Note: Tafkar rated this as PG; the PG-13 rating is my own. And there is one R-rated chapter that I did not read, because Tafkar generously added a PG-rated version for those who prefer it.)
Sha're sighed. "Touch is so rare here. On Abydos, we put our arms around each other, we walk holding hands, we – Daniel explained to me this idea of 'personal space,' but I didn't know it would be so hard." She snorted. "He did not tell me about 'sexual harassment' and 'don't ask, don't tell.' It's as if every time you people touch, you expect to fall over each other like beasts in heat. Even you, Sam. Right now you are touching me as if I were unclean. And supposedly my culture is the one that is primitive."
Sam 's hand jerked away from Sha're for a moment, burned by her words. "Hey."
Sha're shook her head, and then rubbed her forehead with the heel of her palm. "I am sorry. That was unfair.”
“Yeah, it was,” Sam said.
She shook her head. “Father always said I was as ill-tempered as a lizard with sand in its tail.” She picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, and winced.
"Is it cold?" Sam asked.
Sha're shook her head. "It's…" She searched for words, and sighed. "It's awful. It's so bitter."
"Of course it is," Sam said. "You're drinking it black."
"How else does one drink it?" Sha're asked.
"Why are you drinking it at all?" Sam countered.
Sha're gave a little shrug. "It was Daniel's favorite."
Sam looked into the mug. "Well, Daniel may have liked coffee, but he probably would have poured this down the sink. First of all, it's commissary coffee, which is about as close to real coffee as…as that crystal that imitated Colonel O'Neill was to being our team leader. And second, you're drinking it black."
"There's another way to drink it?" Sha're asked.
Suddenly, Sam could feel the emptiness of Sha're's office, of this entire wing of the SGC, like a pressure on her ears. The mountain seemed like it was weighing down on them, the sound of the music barely keeping it from burying them alive. The sterile air was choking her. “When’s the last time you were outside?” she asked.
“Gizak,” Sha’re said with a grimace. “The closest I come to a cool breeze is when I sit under the vent," she said, pointing up at the HVAC opening in the middle of the ceiling. A stool was positioned directly under it, next to the lab table.
“No wonder you’re cranky,” Sam said. She picked up Sha're's phone. "I came down here to ask you to come to lunch with me and Janet. But there's a slight change of plan."
At the brusque "O'Neill here," on the other end of the line, Sam said, "Colonel, permission to take Sha're off base for lunch?"
Rec Category: Drama
Pairing: none
Categories: drama, novel, Sha're, AU, episode related, angst, team, action/adventure
Warnings: adult themes, violence, assault; includes references to Daniel/Sha're
Author on LJ:
tafkarfanficAuthor's Website: tafkar's writing
Link: One Dimension Removed
Why This Must Be Read: I should save this until I rec the Sha're category again, but this story is so fantastic I can't wait!
Instead of "THANKS. SEND MORE" the tissue box reads, "PLEASE. SEND HELP." - because Amaunet came through the Stargate looking for a host for Apophis, and took Daniel. Sha're joins the SGC, and the story twists and turns to reflect her cultural upbringing, her connections with her teammates, and the differences she brings to SG-1.
You will love every bit of this, and one certain chapter will break your heart. This is real, this is powerful, and this is good.
Reserve a good block of time for this, and go read it right now. You'll be very glad you did!
(Note: Tafkar rated this as PG; the PG-13 rating is my own. And there is one R-rated chapter that I did not read, because Tafkar generously added a PG-rated version for those who prefer it.)
Sha're sighed. "Touch is so rare here. On Abydos, we put our arms around each other, we walk holding hands, we – Daniel explained to me this idea of 'personal space,' but I didn't know it would be so hard." She snorted. "He did not tell me about 'sexual harassment' and 'don't ask, don't tell.' It's as if every time you people touch, you expect to fall over each other like beasts in heat. Even you, Sam. Right now you are touching me as if I were unclean. And supposedly my culture is the one that is primitive."
Sam 's hand jerked away from Sha're for a moment, burned by her words. "Hey."
Sha're shook her head, and then rubbed her forehead with the heel of her palm. "I am sorry. That was unfair.”
“Yeah, it was,” Sam said.
She shook her head. “Father always said I was as ill-tempered as a lizard with sand in its tail.” She picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, and winced.
"Is it cold?" Sam asked.
Sha're shook her head. "It's…" She searched for words, and sighed. "It's awful. It's so bitter."
"Of course it is," Sam said. "You're drinking it black."
"How else does one drink it?" Sha're asked.
"Why are you drinking it at all?" Sam countered.
Sha're gave a little shrug. "It was Daniel's favorite."
Sam looked into the mug. "Well, Daniel may have liked coffee, but he probably would have poured this down the sink. First of all, it's commissary coffee, which is about as close to real coffee as…as that crystal that imitated Colonel O'Neill was to being our team leader. And second, you're drinking it black."
"There's another way to drink it?" Sha're asked.
Suddenly, Sam could feel the emptiness of Sha're's office, of this entire wing of the SGC, like a pressure on her ears. The mountain seemed like it was weighing down on them, the sound of the music barely keeping it from burying them alive. The sterile air was choking her. “When’s the last time you were outside?” she asked.
“Gizak,” Sha’re said with a grimace. “The closest I come to a cool breeze is when I sit under the vent," she said, pointing up at the HVAC opening in the middle of the ceiling. A stool was positioned directly under it, next to the lab table.
“No wonder you’re cranky,” Sam said. She picked up Sha're's phone. "I came down here to ask you to come to lunch with me and Janet. But there's a slight change of plan."
At the brusque "O'Neill here," on the other end of the line, Sam said, "Colonel, permission to take Sha're off base for lunch?"
