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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Episode Related
Categories: Satterfield, Hailey, Grogan, Eliot, Daniel, Nyan, ep related, drama, friendship, angst
Warnings: references to canonical deaths
Author on LJ:madkrazyghetto
Author's Website: NeoVenus22 at AO3
Link: Everything is a Transition
Why This Must Be Read: I love stories that give us an outsider's perspective on the SGC. This fic follows Izzy Satterfield after the events of Proving Ground as she tries to find her place, giving us just the right amount of glimpses into canon events while still staying properly at the edges. Not everyone needs -- or should be -- in the spotlight, and this story strikes the perfect balance, giving depth and personality to a character we barely got to meet onscreen. Engaging, well-written, and an excellent POV of life at Stargate Command.
"We're going off-world," Elliot told her excitedly.
"Cool," she said. She had bags under her eyes and was beginning to think she hadn't actually slept in years. Probably not since she'd joined the Academy. She still hadn't been assigned to a unit, although she was sure there must have been a slot opening up somewhere. She figured General Hammond had just forgotten all about her, forgotten she was even in this mountain.
"We're going to meet with the Tok'ra," Elliot continued blithely, apparently unaware of the slow unraveling of Izzy's sanity.
Izzy felt a stab of jealousy. No matter what Colonel O'Neill thought of them (and he was no stranger to voicing his opinions, loudly and often), she thought the Tok'ra would be fascinating to meet. Not to mention all of the vast knowledge they had of the universe that Izzy could only hope to learn.
"It should be interesting," which was all she could manage to say that still made her sound almost mature, or at least, not a petty child.
"Yeah, absolutely," he said. He was painfully excited, in that it was painful for to look at him and know she was committed to being chained up in the lab arguing with Nyan for the next day, the next week, the next month, whenever.
"Well, I hope you have fun," she said, meaning it and not meaning it. What did you say to someone who went off-world, anyway? 'I hope you come back alive'?
Categories: Satterfield, Hailey, Grogan, Eliot, Daniel, Nyan, ep related, drama, friendship, angst
Warnings: references to canonical deaths
Author on LJ:
madkrazyghettoAuthor's Website: NeoVenus22 at AO3
Link: Everything is a Transition
Why This Must Be Read: I love stories that give us an outsider's perspective on the SGC. This fic follows Izzy Satterfield after the events of Proving Ground as she tries to find her place, giving us just the right amount of glimpses into canon events while still staying properly at the edges. Not everyone needs -- or should be -- in the spotlight, and this story strikes the perfect balance, giving depth and personality to a character we barely got to meet onscreen. Engaging, well-written, and an excellent POV of life at Stargate Command.
"We're going off-world," Elliot told her excitedly.
"Cool," she said. She had bags under her eyes and was beginning to think she hadn't actually slept in years. Probably not since she'd joined the Academy. She still hadn't been assigned to a unit, although she was sure there must have been a slot opening up somewhere. She figured General Hammond had just forgotten all about her, forgotten she was even in this mountain.
"We're going to meet with the Tok'ra," Elliot continued blithely, apparently unaware of the slow unraveling of Izzy's sanity.
Izzy felt a stab of jealousy. No matter what Colonel O'Neill thought of them (and he was no stranger to voicing his opinions, loudly and often), she thought the Tok'ra would be fascinating to meet. Not to mention all of the vast knowledge they had of the universe that Izzy could only hope to learn.
"It should be interesting," which was all she could manage to say that still made her sound almost mature, or at least, not a petty child.
"Yeah, absolutely," he said. He was painfully excited, in that it was painful for to look at him and know she was committed to being chained up in the lab arguing with Nyan for the next day, the next week, the next month, whenever.
"Well, I hope you have fun," she said, meaning it and not meaning it. What did you say to someone who went off-world, anyway? 'I hope you come back alive'?
