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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Cassandra Frasier
Categories: episode related, angst, character study, team
Warnings: none
Author's Journal: unknown
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Link: Here at the quiet limit of the world
Why This Must Be Read: Post-Heroes, so you all know what that means...
A bittersweet, aching return to Hanka, as Cassie seeks closure in the wake of other momentous changes in her life. Teamy support, excellent introspection, and a hopeful ending.
They reach the village in no time. Cassie remembers running back and forth, seeing who could run fastest between the Stargate and the village hall. It hadn't taken them very long then, either. She feels a little sicker, like her stomach is made from hot iron, but other than that she feels mostly numb, like this worn-down shell of a town can't possibly be the same place she thought she'd live her whole life.
"It's different," she says, mostly for her own benefit. "I barely remember it."
Over the years, she tucked Hanka away underneath long division and music theory and how to navigate an airport and how to be a normal earth-kid, but it had always been there beneath the surface, a strange subcutaneous reminder of what she had lost. She had summoned those memories many times over the years, remembering her grandmother or the flowers her father let her tend, but she'd never imagined how empty the place would look now.
Categories: episode related, angst, character study, team
Warnings: none
Author's Journal: unknown
Author's Website:
Link: Here at the quiet limit of the world
Why This Must Be Read: Post-Heroes, so you all know what that means...
A bittersweet, aching return to Hanka, as Cassie seeks closure in the wake of other momentous changes in her life. Teamy support, excellent introspection, and a hopeful ending.
They reach the village in no time. Cassie remembers running back and forth, seeing who could run fastest between the Stargate and the village hall. It hadn't taken them very long then, either. She feels a little sicker, like her stomach is made from hot iron, but other than that she feels mostly numb, like this worn-down shell of a town can't possibly be the same place she thought she'd live her whole life.
"It's different," she says, mostly for her own benefit. "I barely remember it."
Over the years, she tucked Hanka away underneath long division and music theory and how to navigate an airport and how to be a normal earth-kid, but it had always been there beneath the surface, a strange subcutaneous reminder of what she had lost. She had summoned those memories many times over the years, remembering her grandmother or the flowers her father let her tend, but she'd never imagined how empty the place would look now.
