Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 08:14 am
Happy SG-1 Gen Fic Day!

Not sure what I'm talking about? Take a look at previous round-ups for Gen Fic Days and Alphabet Soups.

Comment here with links to new fic, older fic, recs, meta, picspam, icons, vids - anything, as long as it's gen and related to SG-1. Shameless self-promotion is cheerfully encouraged! The theme of the day is off-world, although fanworks can involve any subject.

If you're an Off-World Alphabet Soup contributor, this is where you post links to your story. If you're unsure of procedure, please take a quick look here. Don't forget to e-mail me a copy of the story and a filled-out template, too.

On Wednesday, I'll post a round-up of all links and (hopefully) the complete anthology of Off-World Alphabet Soup, although that might take an extra day or two.

This fandom is awesome. Let's prove it, shall we? :)

Some somber RL events will keep me AFK for the next several hours, but I'll be back online by mid-morning EST. I look forward to an in-box filled with gen squee.
Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 09:53 am (UTC)
Z is for Zenith, by magistrate (PG)

Summary: The sun also rises, and shines into the dark places on alien worlds, and delivers life-threatening amounts of thermal and ionizing radiation and maybe a minor revelation every once in a while.
Word count: ~1500
Characters: Daniel, Jack, Sam, Teal'c, an unnamed alien sun
Era: Early season 7
Categories: Vague angst? Character study?
Author's notes: I had a whole backstory for this involving ribbon worlds and the effects on global weather of same. All that backstory is basically Sir Not Appearing In This Film.

Excerpt: Somewhere in the darkness of an imperfect and incomplete recall was an understanding of this universe – his understanding; the sum of the things that he'd seen and he'd learned, and all the memories of all the different worlds he'd set foot upon. Every day a bit more of it rose to his conscious grasp, but it didn't come complete, and it didn't come easy.

Link: Z is for Zenith
Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 11:26 am (UTC)
Beating Ba’al, by Topazowl(et) (Gen)

Summary: Ever wondered how Jack got out of Ba’al’s fortress? Here’s my take
Word count: 623
Characters: Jack, Daniel, Sam, Teal’c, Hammond
Era: SG1 without Daniel (season sux)
Categories: Gen
Author's notes: My take on beating Ba’al in Abyss.
Excerpt:
Daniel: This is it. All you ever wanted was a fighting chance, Jack, now you have it. If anyone can make it out of here, you can.
O’Neill: Daniel?

But Daniel had gone. Jack glanced round the cell and the wall became the floor again so he cautiously headed to what had become the exit. Overpowering the approaching Jaffa he grabbed the zat and went in search of the Lotar. With the phrase “we don’t leave our people behind” hammering through his head, Jack grabbed her hand yelling “Come on”.
Link: Beating Ba’al

Edited 2015-07-28 11:30 am (UTC)
Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 12:54 pm (UTC)
Summary: Ba'al offers him endless death. the Stargate offers him endless life. Not so different from Daniel's ascension then, and about as useful.
Word count: 187 words
Characters: Jack, Ba'al
Era: Season six
Categories: Episode related (Abyss), dark, nightmares
Author's notes: I had this idea for a while using the Stargates as a torture device for a while, but the science didn't work, dreams don't adhere to the laws of physics (or tv land physics).

Excerpt:
Ba’al leads Jack to his Stargate. Its event horizon ripples against a not existent wind. The blueish surface is an illusion, but it calls to him.

Livejournal
Dreamwidth
Archive of our Own
Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 02:05 pm (UTC)
D is for Double-header be eilidh17 (G)

Summary: A double-header generally means two of something. In this case, two stories both with a D theme, and both wanting to be posted. D is for Damocles: Look who finally turned up! D is for Decontamination: Some things are best forgotten.
Word count: 1,642
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill
Era: Story 1 - Any time after Full Alert but before season 9. Story 2 - Any time after Fallen/Homecoming but before season 9.
Categories: Story 1 - Attempted Humor. Story 2 - Angst.

Excerpt:
D is for Damocles
"Stay down, Jack."
The room was oppressively hot, bodies packed tight in a space meant for a few but now full to overflowing with curious onlookers, or what Jack had christened as 'rent a crowd'.
"Like hell," Jack muttered beneath his breath as the guard behind him shoved the pointy end of a spear into his back once again. Not enough to draw blood, but Jack had pushed and pushed their captors since they had first been taken at the gate, and Daniel knew it was only a matter of time before it'd be one taunt too many.

D is for Decontamination
Sterility lived in another room, at the end of a routine that ran on a time loop, over and over until it was broken by an "all clear" that heralded the end of one phase and the start of another. At least, that's what the pictures on the laminated wall poster tried to convey with as much of that sterility as the process allowed.


Link: Dreamwidth
Link: Livejournal
Link: AO3
Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 02:13 pm (UTC)
T is for Trade by eilidh17 (Mature)
Summary: Money for a life. SG-1 rescues one of their own from a slaver.
Word Count: 3,443
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, Jacob Carter
Era: Anytime in seasons 7 and 8
Category: Mature audiences.
Author's Notes: Story content could be considered a little dark.
Excerpt:

"It is a fair offer, no?"

There was no such thing as a fair offer when it came to trading in human lives, and in this case the trade was less than fair, it was offensive... and very personal. In this marketplace, on some forsaken backwater planet on the very edge of the known 'gate system, peddling lives to make a few dollars was considered having an honest job. Jack had fought all day to hold back the bile clawing up his throat, and the sense of foreboding that came with being so close to finding Daniel, only to have him yanked away at the last minute. They had been close before.

Link: Dreamwidth
Link: Livejournal
Link: AO3
Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 02:38 pm (UTC)
R is for Rocks, by Solstice0612 (Gen)

Summary: Daniel gave his friends a special gift.
Word count: 937
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, Sam Carter, Teal’c.
Era: Post-series
Categories: Xsmas Fic
Author's notes: My sincere thanks to Sg1mouse and Fig Newton for their helpful beta work.

Excerpt: “You gave us a rock for Christmas?” asked General Jack O’Neill, raising his eyebrows.

Behind him, beyond the small window in the bulkhead, the universe seemed to rush by as the Hammond journeyed through deep space.

Link: Dreamwidth

Link: AO3


Edited 2015-07-28 02:58 pm (UTC)
Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 06:08 pm (UTC)
Summary: Jack's thoughts as a member of Harry Mayborne's rogue operation.
Word count: 1,956
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Clare Tobias, Newman
Era: Season Three
Categories: Missing Scenes, Fixit, Episode-Related
Author's notes: Takes place during "Shades of Grey"; references to "Touchstone".

Excerpt: All of them engineers and techs aside from Newman; not an anthropologist in the bunch: Harry's kids don't go in for all that touchy-feely "peaceful explorer" crap. (It shouldn't feel so familiar, but it does.)

Link: W is for Wormhole
Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 06:38 pm (UTC)
Title: Forcible Confinement
Author: Jb
Category: Gen
Word Count: 9,634
 
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SG-1 plus SG-13 plus a group of excitable natives equals one sadly disorganised offworld misadventure
 
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On AO3: 
 
Forcible Confinement

Tuesday, July 28th, 2015 10:14 pm (UTC)
X is for Ex Officio, by greenbirds (PG for language)

Summary: Everything comes to an end eventually.
Word count: 2,055
Characters: All of SG-1 except Jonas Quinn
Era: Post-series
Author's Notes Written for the Offworld Alphabet Soup anthology. Possibly skirts the theme a little, though our heroes do eventually end up on a different planet.
Excerpt: Of course the damned reporters and photographers and what-have-you were there. Ever since (almost) everything hidden under Cheyenne mountain had been Disclosed, since secrets that should have stayed fucking secret (if you asked General Jonathan J. “Jack” O’Neill, but of course no one ever did) had been shared with the TV-watching public, it had been impossible to so much as take a piss without attracting an entire covey of paparazzi. Unfortunately, unlike a covey of quail, you couldn’t just shoot them. By now O’Neill probably would have felt kind of naked if they didn’t show up, and wasn’t that a fucking thing?

Link: X is for Ex Officio
Edited (Because I can't html ... :/) 2015-07-28 10:15 pm (UTC)