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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Gen
Pairing: none
Categories: gen, Teal'c, drama, angst, apocafic, character study
Warnings: um... zombies? Major character deaths, all offscreen, and zombie-ish violence.
Author on LJ:surreallis
Author's Website: Surreallis Fic (My words, let me show you them.)
Link: Third Donut Shop From the Sun
Why This Must Be Read: To quote the summary for this thoughtful fic: angst, apocafic, hope, zombies, donuts.
Teal'c, lone survivor on Earth, slowly, contemplatively makes his way to Area 51 for what he prays will be his ticket off-planet. You will be moved by his thoughts on the Tau'ri, the little metal box of keepsakes he carries, and the final momento he takes from Earth, to serve as its legacy in the stars.
Despite being apocafic, this is almost gentle, and perfectly Teal'c... and you'll finish reading it with a smile.
The town was blessedly free of zombies. The sand had moved in already, sloping up the curbs and coating the windows of the storefronts. In the distance he could hear the sharp snap of a tattered flag in the wind, the faint ring of metal on metal.
The gift shops held postcards of Thor-like aliens, bright green and smiling in welcome. He took one with a self-satisfied smirk. Greetings from Planet Earth! it said.
Maybe he could send one to the Tollan. Greetings from Planet Earth! Alien in need of ride. Zombies have taken over, please come soon. Bring donuts.
Irony. O’Neill would have been pleased.
He glanced down the street and rested his eyes on the Krispy Kreme sign. His mouth watered in sympathy.
With the P-90 resting on his hip, he walked down the deserted street toward the donut shop.
Pairing: none
Categories: gen, Teal'c, drama, angst, apocafic, character study
Warnings: um... zombies? Major character deaths, all offscreen, and zombie-ish violence.
Author on LJ:
surreallisAuthor's Website: Surreallis Fic (My words, let me show you them.)
Link: Third Donut Shop From the Sun
Why This Must Be Read: To quote the summary for this thoughtful fic: angst, apocafic, hope, zombies, donuts.
Teal'c, lone survivor on Earth, slowly, contemplatively makes his way to Area 51 for what he prays will be his ticket off-planet. You will be moved by his thoughts on the Tau'ri, the little metal box of keepsakes he carries, and the final momento he takes from Earth, to serve as its legacy in the stars.
Despite being apocafic, this is almost gentle, and perfectly Teal'c... and you'll finish reading it with a smile.
The town was blessedly free of zombies. The sand had moved in already, sloping up the curbs and coating the windows of the storefronts. In the distance he could hear the sharp snap of a tattered flag in the wind, the faint ring of metal on metal.
The gift shops held postcards of Thor-like aliens, bright green and smiling in welcome. He took one with a self-satisfied smirk. Greetings from Planet Earth! it said.
Maybe he could send one to the Tollan. Greetings from Planet Earth! Alien in need of ride. Zombies have taken over, please come soon. Bring donuts.
Irony. O’Neill would have been pleased.
He glanced down the street and rested his eyes on the Krispy Kreme sign. His mouth watered in sympathy.
With the P-90 resting on his hip, he walked down the deserted street toward the donut shop.
