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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Sha're
Categories: Sha're, Janet, AU, angst, character study, ep related
Warnings: references to disturbing canon off-screen events
Author on LJ:magibrain
Author's Website: FF.net / AO3
Link: Child, Choice, and Crocodiles
Why This Must Be Read: This gorgeous story gives us a quiet nighttime conversation between Sha're and Janet, after a Secrets AU in which Sha're -- and her infant Harcesis, Shifu -- are rescued and are now safe (for the moment) on Earth.
With Janet's help, Sha're soberly explores the possible ramifications and futures she now faces as a former host with a child touched by evil who is wanted by both the Tok'ra and the NID. Egyptian mythology and imagery may clash with Janet's practicality and open heart, but their conversation meshes elegantly into a coherent, cohesive whole. This fic beautifully portrays two of the strongest women in SGC canon, and it will stay with you for a long time to come.
"If you need to step back from this, I'll make it happen," Janet said. "I know they've barely given you space to breathe."
"I hold the secrets of Amonet," Sha're said. "How can I step back?"
"You're more important than those secrets," Janet said. "Your health is worth more than whatever secrets you can tell them."
"I wonder." Sha're turned her head, regarding Janet out of one eye like a bird. "There are things I did not tell them."
Janet paused on that. Sha're wondered what she was thinking – whether she suspected her now, would accuse her of hiding something, of still bearing the taint of the demon on her heart, beneath her skin. But all the woman said, and that very carefully, was "Oh?"
"Things like this would be of no interest to a man," Sha're said into the tea. "Perhaps not even my husband. Will you–" She leaned forward, suddenly, to take Janet's wrist, feel the heat from the tea leave her hand and soak into the woman's pale skin. "Would you hear those things?" she asked. "They are..." She searched for a word. "Heavy."
Janet neither flinched back nor tried to take away her wrist. "Of course."
Categories: Sha're, Janet, AU, angst, character study, ep related
Warnings: references to disturbing canon off-screen events
Author on LJ:
magibrainAuthor's Website: FF.net / AO3
Link: Child, Choice, and Crocodiles
Why This Must Be Read: This gorgeous story gives us a quiet nighttime conversation between Sha're and Janet, after a Secrets AU in which Sha're -- and her infant Harcesis, Shifu -- are rescued and are now safe (for the moment) on Earth.
With Janet's help, Sha're soberly explores the possible ramifications and futures she now faces as a former host with a child touched by evil who is wanted by both the Tok'ra and the NID. Egyptian mythology and imagery may clash with Janet's practicality and open heart, but their conversation meshes elegantly into a coherent, cohesive whole. This fic beautifully portrays two of the strongest women in SGC canon, and it will stay with you for a long time to come.
"If you need to step back from this, I'll make it happen," Janet said. "I know they've barely given you space to breathe."
"I hold the secrets of Amonet," Sha're said. "How can I step back?"
"You're more important than those secrets," Janet said. "Your health is worth more than whatever secrets you can tell them."
"I wonder." Sha're turned her head, regarding Janet out of one eye like a bird. "There are things I did not tell them."
Janet paused on that. Sha're wondered what she was thinking – whether she suspected her now, would accuse her of hiding something, of still bearing the taint of the demon on her heart, beneath her skin. But all the woman said, and that very carefully, was "Oh?"
"Things like this would be of no interest to a man," Sha're said into the tea. "Perhaps not even my husband. Will you–" She leaned forward, suddenly, to take Janet's wrist, feel the heat from the tea leave her hand and soak into the woman's pale skin. "Would you hear those things?" she asked. "They are..." She searched for a word. "Heavy."
Janet neither flinched back nor tried to take away her wrist. "Of course."
