Misery's Company, by K Hanna Korossy (G)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Team
Categories: Jack, Teal'c, Sam, Daniel, Jack and Teal'c friendship, Jack and Sam friendship, Jack and Daniel friendship, hurt/comfort
Warnings: none
Author's Journal: unknown
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K_Hanna_Korossy
Link: Misery's Company
Why This Must Be Read: Early S1 oldskool-style fic, as the various members of SG-1 take turns visiting an under-the-weather Jack in the infirmary. It's charming to see how Jack and the others bond over different subjects and activities, from video games to astronomy to (naturally) Jack-and-Daniel sniping. Slightly fluffy, all heart!
Teal’c tried again. “It is a most satisfactory day outside. The temperature is 23 degrees Celsius and there are few clouds in the sky.”
“Teal’c.” O’Neill’s voice now sounded over-patient, which Teal’c had come to recognize meant he was not feeling patient at all. “What’re you talking about?”
Teal’c raised an eyebrow. He’d thought it had been obvious. “The weather. Daniel Jackson said it is a popular topic of conversation among those who have nothing else to say.” The archaeologist had called it “small talk,” apparently an important skill to develop among the Tauri.
O’Neill’s eyes closed, his face constricting as he pressed it into the pillow with a groan.
Categories: Jack, Teal'c, Sam, Daniel, Jack and Teal'c friendship, Jack and Sam friendship, Jack and Daniel friendship, hurt/comfort
Warnings: none
Author's Journal: unknown
Author's Website:
Link: Misery's Company
Why This Must Be Read: Early S1 oldskool-style fic, as the various members of SG-1 take turns visiting an under-the-weather Jack in the infirmary. It's charming to see how Jack and the others bond over different subjects and activities, from video games to astronomy to (naturally) Jack-and-Daniel sniping. Slightly fluffy, all heart!
Teal’c tried again. “It is a most satisfactory day outside. The temperature is 23 degrees Celsius and there are few clouds in the sky.”
“Teal’c.” O’Neill’s voice now sounded over-patient, which Teal’c had come to recognize meant he was not feeling patient at all. “What’re you talking about?”
Teal’c raised an eyebrow. He’d thought it had been obvious. “The weather. Daniel Jackson said it is a popular topic of conversation among those who have nothing else to say.” The archaeologist had called it “small talk,” apparently an important skill to develop among the Tauri.
O’Neill’s eyes closed, his face constricting as he pressed it into the pillow with a groan.
