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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Teamy goodness
Categories: team, gen, Samantha Carter, Jack and Daniel friendship, Jacob Carter, hurt/comfort, angst, horror
Warnings: references to canon minor character deaths, team whumping, language
Author on LJ: juliefortune
Author's Website: Fanfic for the Fearless
Link: The Undefended Territory
Why This Must Be Read: Julie Fortune's fics always carry a heavy impact. This one blew me awa
SG-1 gate to an ice planet and plunge, quite literally, into disaster. When what ought to be a routine rescue fails, Sam and Teal'c are forced to retreat to the Gate for help while Jack and Daniel struggle with injuries and hypothermia. With the SGC in lockdown and something deadly waking up beneath the ice, how can Sam and Teal'c get to Jack and Daniel in time?
Tok'ra cold-blooded pragmatism goes head-to-head with SG-1 loyalty and loses miserably; Jack and Daniel make the ultimate emotional sacrifice and give up their most cherished pasts for each other's lives; and the reader comes away from this amazing story with the mental shakes and a burning need to read everything else Julie has ever written.
Jacob was pacing in the two feet of free space in the tent. He looked all wrong in the pale-beige Tok’ra uniform, with its unfamiliar angles and lines; he needed camouflage and combat boots to complete the picture of an agitated, over-adrenalized general. She still wasn’t used to thinking of him as … alien.
“Jack!” he thundered. “Damn it, listen to me! Leave Dr. Jackson behind and get the hell out, do you read me? Jack?”
No answer. A constant hiss on the comms, but no sound now after O’Neill’s faint last whispers. Sam shook her head. Her father turned his back on her, found no place to go in the tight confines of the tent, and kicked viciously at the frozen ground. He wiped sweat from his balding head. “Damn it! Stubborn, insubordinate, stupid …!”
“Dad! What’s going on?” Sam demanded.
He ignored her and turned to his Tok’ra colleagues. “We have no choice. We have to go down there and try to seal it again. I doubt there’s anything we can do for Colonel O’Neill and Dr. Jackson, but we have to try. If we can’t—retrieve them, then you know what to do.”
“Dad!” She grabbed for his arm. He turned toward her, and his eyes flared bright. Sam felt a surprised jolt; Selmak usually had more control than to interrupt her father and take him over without warning.
“Release me, Samantha,” he said. “I know your priority is to recover your team members, but that may not be possible now. They have entered the Crematory Ground. We cannot reach them there.”
“What?” She looked at Teal’c, but for once he looked as lost as she felt. “What’s the Crematory Ground?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“You mean won’t.”
She’d finally made him angry; his eyes pulsed white, conveying unmistakable warning. “I say what I mean. Now let us do what we came to do. Stay here.”
Selmak shrugged free of her, but then Teal’c was in his way, not saying anything, just solidly blocking the path. Sam felt a rush of fierce, wild pride. They wouldn’t give up. No matter what the Tok’ra said, or anyone said, they wouldn’t leave Daniel and the colonel out here.
“We’re getting our men back,” Sam said. “And we’re coming with you.”
