R is for Ry'ac, by Princess of Geeks (G)
Jun. 18th, 2023 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recRec Category: Teal'c
Categories: character study, Jack and Teal'c friendship, angst
Warnings: none
Author's Journal:princessofgeeks
Author's Website: POG at AO3
Link: R is for Ry'ac
Why This Must Be Read: In honor of Father's Day and Teal'c, who was always amazingly gentle with children and gave up the chance to mentor his own for the sake of his son's future...
It's early S1, before the team knows that Ry'ac even exists, and Jack takes Teal'c to the local mall where a glimpse of a karate class brings up painfully wistful memories. Brief, poignant, and stoic - in short, perfectly Teal'c.
Inside, behind the glass, a dozen boys formed a moving, untidy line. They all were dressed identically in white, with sashes of different colors. A man stood before them, holding out a padded training paddle, which they kicked, one by one. The man offered a word or a nod to each. Sometimes, smiling, he whacked one gently on the head, undoubtedly for some trivial offense.
As Teal'c watched, a memory intruded -- a small, eager-faced boy, too small for the discipline of lok'nel, but interested anyway in anything and everything his father did. Teal'c had cut a child's-height staff for him from a tree branch, and they had spent precious afternoons playing at practice, the hours rolling by like minutes on that green lawn, under the warm, fast-setting sun.
Categories: character study, Jack and Teal'c friendship, angst
Warnings: none
Author's Journal:
princessofgeeksAuthor's Website: POG at AO3
Link: R is for Ry'ac
Why This Must Be Read: In honor of Father's Day and Teal'c, who was always amazingly gentle with children and gave up the chance to mentor his own for the sake of his son's future...
It's early S1, before the team knows that Ry'ac even exists, and Jack takes Teal'c to the local mall where a glimpse of a karate class brings up painfully wistful memories. Brief, poignant, and stoic - in short, perfectly Teal'c.
Inside, behind the glass, a dozen boys formed a moving, untidy line. They all were dressed identically in white, with sashes of different colors. A man stood before them, holding out a padded training paddle, which they kicked, one by one. The man offered a word or a nod to each. Sometimes, smiling, he whacked one gently on the head, undoubtedly for some trivial offense.
As Teal'c watched, a memory intruded -- a small, eager-faced boy, too small for the discipline of lok'nel, but interested anyway in anything and everything his father did. Teal'c had cut a child's-height staff for him from a tree branch, and they had spent precious afternoons playing at practice, the hours rolling by like minutes on that green lawn, under the warm, fast-setting sun.
