Passing Thus Along, by Meg (PG)

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Rec Category: Teamy goodness

Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: sage_theory
Author's Website: paper-hearted.org
Link: Passing Thus Along

Why This Must Be Read: The author calls it "OT3," but it's apparently defined here as I use the term myself: teamy goodness. You're not going to hear me complaining. :)

This lovely, elegant story has the human contingent of SG-1 – Sam, Jack, and Daniel – dumped on the Alpha Site, some time at the beginning of S3, on a training exercise. (Teal'c, sadly, is not part of this fic.) They have to find each other before they're found by the Marines searching for them, and make it safely to the Gate. 

What follows is a fascinating, deeply absorbing character study, as each person's POV is carefully and lovingly handled. Section by section, each in their own way, they make their trek – and spot one another – and meet. (Sam's analysis of her teammates is my favorite bit.) Until, in the end, as they're sheltering from a rainstorm, Jack reflects that "he'd deny anyone to sort them out" – to be able to clearly tell where one of them ends, and the next one begins.

Lovely, intelligent teamy goodness. There's nothing like it. 

Jack straightens up after a moment, when she finally sees him.

She steps forward and the shadows that were her eyes are gone. He sees now her face in a bright spot between the leaves.

What else is Carter if not bright?

“Sir,” she says, in the middle of a breath.

He merely nods, smiles just a little.

Neither does Carter know what to say. She thinks that she should mention that they now need to track down Daniel, watch for marines, keep walking.

Only, she keeps looking.

The wind blows in the space between them. They become aware of the fast crunch-crunch-splash-splash as a minor flood of leaves on the floor of the forest is kicked up by footsteps.

They turn and point their weapons.

Daniel stands in shadow, and gives them a contrite, embarrassed smile.

“Jack. Sam.”

Daniel notices that Jack seems taller among the trees.

Jack notices that Carter is lit with white sunlight and Daniel is shaded by the cool greens that retire in the distance of the forest.

Sam notices that they have, with no intention, formed a perfect equilateral triangle between them, and that she is now no further from Jack than Daniel, and Daniel is as close to Jack as her, and Jack is between Daniel and herself equally.