Beast, by Soleya (PG-13)
Feb. 10th, 2019 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Drama
Categories: Sam, Jack, Teal'c, Daniel, Dave Dixon, Janet Frasier, original characters, angst, hurt/comfort, action/adventure, friendship, team
Warnings: medical malpractice/horrors/violence, including against babies/children; Sam whumpage
Author's Journal: unknown
Author's Website: Soleya at AO3
Link: Beast
Why This Must Be Read: Oldskool!style fic, complete with off-world shenanigans, teamy goodness, medical and moral dilemmas, and SG-1 running roughshod over evil off-world government officials. Add competent supporting characters (SG-3! SG-13!), Hammond as the reluctant voice of reason, Janet at her spitfire best, and an unexpected clever solution to what seems an insolvable problem... it all adds up to a great story that would easily translate to an episode onscreen.
Daniel found Jack in the cafeteria, drinking coffee and rubbing at bleary eyes. Snagging some caffeine of his own, he settled across the table and thought they made a good pair. "Did you get any sleep?"
"Not a lot. You?"
"The same. I've been trying not to bother Sergeant Siler and his team, but-"
"You're going crazy out of the loop," Jack finished. "Ditto."
Daniel sipped his coffee and burned the roof of his mouth. And drank more, anyway. "It's been fifteen hours since she radioed you."
The other man glanced at his watch and said, "And nine minutes."
"Do you think she's still alive?"
His inhale was slow and deep. "She said she'd found something. All I can figure is that they wanted whatever it was kept buried."
Jack regretted using that word the moment it crossed his lips. Daniel caught the usage, too, and the tiny bit of hope that had still lit his eyes went flat. "So they buried her?"
"Better not have." Jack pushed to his feet. "Or I'll bury them. Every single one of them."
Rec Category: Drama
Categories: Sam, Jack, Teal'c, Daniel, Dave Dixon, Janet Frasier, original characters, angst, hurt/comfort, action/adventure, friendship, team
Warnings: medical malpractice/horrors/violence, including against babies/children; Sam whumpage
Author's Journal: unknown
Author's Website: Soleya at AO3
Link: Beast
Why This Must Be Read: Oldskool!style fic, complete with off-world shenanigans, teamy goodness, medical and moral dilemmas, and SG-1 running roughshod over evil off-world government officials. Add competent supporting characters (SG-3! SG-13!), Hammond as the reluctant voice of reason, Janet at her spitfire best, and an unexpected clever solution to what seems an insolvable problem... it all adds up to a great story that would easily translate to an episode onscreen.
Daniel found Jack in the cafeteria, drinking coffee and rubbing at bleary eyes. Snagging some caffeine of his own, he settled across the table and thought they made a good pair. "Did you get any sleep?"
"Not a lot. You?"
"The same. I've been trying not to bother Sergeant Siler and his team, but-"
"You're going crazy out of the loop," Jack finished. "Ditto."
Daniel sipped his coffee and burned the roof of his mouth. And drank more, anyway. "It's been fifteen hours since she radioed you."
The other man glanced at his watch and said, "And nine minutes."
"Do you think she's still alive?"
His inhale was slow and deep. "She said she'd found something. All I can figure is that they wanted whatever it was kept buried."
Jack regretted using that word the moment it crossed his lips. Daniel caught the usage, too, and the tiny bit of hope that had still lit his eyes went flat. "So they buried her?"
"Better not have." Jack pushed to his feet. "Or I'll bury them. Every single one of them."
