Night Terrors, by Thothmes (PG)
Nov. 25th, 2014 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recRec Category: Jack and Janet friendship
Categories: angst, character study, Cassie
Warnings: watch where you step
Author on LJ:thothmes
Author's Website: fic tag
Link: Night Terrors
Why This Must Be Read: Stories in which Janet has to deal with Jack's gift to Cassie never get old. And this gem, where a frustrated, exhausted Janet calls Jack to vent about the dog at zero dark thirty, is pitch perfect for them both.
It wasn't easy for Cassie or for Janet at the beginning. This is a great look at how both of them deal with it.
Janet looked down into the face of the dog, who looked up at her. The last time she'd seen anything look quite that sheepish and apologetically guilty had been the Colonel himself when she'd caught him juggling an otoscope, a reflex hammer, and a pocket flashlight while awaiting a pre-mission physical. As a matter of fact, the expressions were remarkably similar.
She thought about what Jack had said. She thought about how Cassandra, desperately needing comfort and companionship had turned from her. She thought about that auburn head bent over the neck of the dog as she held him close. She pulled herself together. She needed to do what was best for Cassie here.
Categories: angst, character study, Cassie
Warnings: watch where you step
Author on LJ:
thothmesAuthor's Website: fic tag
Link: Night Terrors
Why This Must Be Read: Stories in which Janet has to deal with Jack's gift to Cassie never get old. And this gem, where a frustrated, exhausted Janet calls Jack to vent about the dog at zero dark thirty, is pitch perfect for them both.
It wasn't easy for Cassie or for Janet at the beginning. This is a great look at how both of them deal with it.
Janet looked down into the face of the dog, who looked up at her. The last time she'd seen anything look quite that sheepish and apologetically guilty had been the Colonel himself when she'd caught him juggling an otoscope, a reflex hammer, and a pocket flashlight while awaiting a pre-mission physical. As a matter of fact, the expressions were remarkably similar.
She thought about what Jack had said. She thought about how Cassandra, desperately needing comfort and companionship had turned from her. She thought about that auburn head bent over the neck of the dog as she held him close. She pulled herself together. She needed to do what was best for Cassie here.
