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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Episode related
Pairing: none
Categories: episode related, team, gen, angst, friendship
Warnings: none
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wildmachinery
Author's Website: terminal happiness
Link: Works and Days of Hands
Why This Must Be Read: Last month, I recced Blood and Wires, a Jack and Daniel post-Double Jeopardy fic. Since then, I have discovered another lovely fic by the same author - but this one is set after Tin Man, and it gives us a moving glimpse of the robots' difficult path through grief and acceptance of their fate.
Laura touches lightly on each team member in turn, showing us what they've lost and their struggle to fill that void. She leads us through the rusty, heavy silence of mourning their selves; the slow, tentative healing of color and hope; and finally, the release into laughter and sound. Works and Days of Hands is a beautiful, evocative tribute to the only SG-1 that was irrevocably left behind.
Their voices are strangely loud and unreal in the heavy-hanging quiet of the tunnels, and eventually they just stop talking.
Pairing: none
Categories: episode related, team, gen, angst, friendship
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
wildmachineryAuthor's Website: terminal happiness
Link: Works and Days of Hands
Why This Must Be Read: Last month, I recced Blood and Wires, a Jack and Daniel post-Double Jeopardy fic. Since then, I have discovered another lovely fic by the same author - but this one is set after Tin Man, and it gives us a moving glimpse of the robots' difficult path through grief and acceptance of their fate.
Laura touches lightly on each team member in turn, showing us what they've lost and their struggle to fill that void. She leads us through the rusty, heavy silence of mourning their selves; the slow, tentative healing of color and hope; and finally, the release into laughter and sound. Works and Days of Hands is a beautiful, evocative tribute to the only SG-1 that was irrevocably left behind.
Their voices are strangely loud and unreal in the heavy-hanging quiet of the tunnels, and eventually they just stop talking.
