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figs_sg1_rec) wrote2009-08-18 07:10 pm
figs_sg1_rec) wrote2009-08-18 07:10 pm
Entry tags:
Where You Hang Your Hat, by Destina (G)
Rec Category: Crossover
Pairing: none
Categories: crossover, gen, Samantha Carter, team, character study, humor
Warnings: crossover with SGA
Author on LJ:destina
Author's Website: unknown
Link: Where You Hang Your Hat
Why This Must Be Read: Sam Carter may have taken command of Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy, but three heartbeats still connect her to Earth.
This is a gentle, loving tribute to the closeness of SG-1 that will never go away, as Sam's first weeks of command are enlivened by messages from back home: from Daniel, from Jack, from Teal'c. Sweet, insightful, humorous, and utterly delightful, Where You Hang Your Hat is the shining best of both shows, and a story you'll remember for a long time to come.
They didn't go everywhere together, but close enough that Sam saw the echo of something familiar in their foursome. It seemed she could almost always find them in pairs: Sheppard and Ronon, sparring, or taking a morning run; McKay and Sheppard, putzing around in the lab or the staff lounge; Teyla and Ronon, having lunch in the mess hall, joined by Sheppard and then by McKay, and the four of them, lingering and laughing until the place was deserted except for their circle of four.
She could remember how it was in those early years of the program, their team before all, against everything, and how it felt to be torn away from it, to share things no one else could possibly understand. So many years gone by, and she could still see the face Teal'c made at Jack's gigantic steaks, and the way Daniel stabbed his fork and his index finger in the air when words weren't sufficient to make his point. Jack had drawn happy faces in his oatmeal, and filled the smiles in with raisins.
They were nothing alike, and it hadn't mattered a damn.
I don't know if they realize, she wrote to Daniel, how precious it is. How much they take for granted.
Did you take it for granted? he replied. Did I? Do you really think they don't know?
She ate her breakfast the next morning at a neighboring table, a laptop in front of her, and watched McKay make impatient faces, saw Ronon shove him sideways and steal his granola while Teyla smiled down at her toast; the answer was there, for anyone to see.
Pairing: none
Categories: crossover, gen, Samantha Carter, team, character study, humor
Warnings: crossover with SGA
Author on LJ:
destinaAuthor's Website: unknown
Link: Where You Hang Your Hat
Why This Must Be Read: Sam Carter may have taken command of Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy, but three heartbeats still connect her to Earth.
This is a gentle, loving tribute to the closeness of SG-1 that will never go away, as Sam's first weeks of command are enlivened by messages from back home: from Daniel, from Jack, from Teal'c. Sweet, insightful, humorous, and utterly delightful, Where You Hang Your Hat is the shining best of both shows, and a story you'll remember for a long time to come.
They didn't go everywhere together, but close enough that Sam saw the echo of something familiar in their foursome. It seemed she could almost always find them in pairs: Sheppard and Ronon, sparring, or taking a morning run; McKay and Sheppard, putzing around in the lab or the staff lounge; Teyla and Ronon, having lunch in the mess hall, joined by Sheppard and then by McKay, and the four of them, lingering and laughing until the place was deserted except for their circle of four.
She could remember how it was in those early years of the program, their team before all, against everything, and how it felt to be torn away from it, to share things no one else could possibly understand. So many years gone by, and she could still see the face Teal'c made at Jack's gigantic steaks, and the way Daniel stabbed his fork and his index finger in the air when words weren't sufficient to make his point. Jack had drawn happy faces in his oatmeal, and filled the smiles in with raisins.
They were nothing alike, and it hadn't mattered a damn.
I don't know if they realize, she wrote to Daniel, how precious it is. How much they take for granted.
Did you take it for granted? he replied. Did I? Do you really think they don't know?
She ate her breakfast the next morning at a neighboring table, a laptop in front of her, and watched McKay make impatient faces, saw Ronon shove him sideways and steal his granola while Teyla smiled down at her toast; the answer was there, for anyone to see.