Happy Gen Fic Day!

[fignewton]

Welcome to our ninth round of SG-1 Gen Fic Day, and join us in celebrating SG-1 and gen!

Comment here with links to new fic and older fic, recs, meta, picspam, vids: anything, as long as it's gen and related to SG-1. Spur-of-the-moment commentfic is welcome, too. :)

(Not sure what this all means? Check out the SG-1 Gen Fic Day Index to get an idea of previous celebrations.)

As part of SG-1 Gen Fic Day, we are also serving spicy Vala Alphabet Soup. (Links to previous Alphabet Soups are here.) If you're contributing ingredients (that is, writing a ficlet) for Vala Alphabet Soup, please read the instructions before posting your link.

All fic recs are welcome, of course, but in honor of Vala Alphabet Soup, we are specifically seeking older Vala gen fic. If you've written gen Vala fic in the past, or have a particular favorite Vala story you want to rec, please leave a comment with a link. Shameless self-promotion is welcome, too!

(Ordinarily, we ask that you don't re-link to a story of your own that's been listed at previous Gen Fic Days, but if it's a Vala-centric fic, we'll make an exception.)

Sometime tomorrow, I'll post a round-up of all the Gen Fic Day links as well as the complete anthology of Vala Alphabet Soup.

Please spread the word to your flists, and even beyond: we're celebrating gen, Vala Mal Doran, and SG-1. :)

Comments

[fignewton]

Vala knows that the Goa'uld are slimy snakes that burrow their way into human bodies and claim their victims' faces as their own. After all, she spent too many years with a symbiote riding her spine, ruthlessly using her body for its own purposes and pleasures. But for all her bitter, intimate knowledge that the Goa'uld isn't the face of the host, she can't help making the association. Even for herself -- for long years after the Tok'ra removed Qetesh, she couldn't look at her reflection without flinching away from the anticipated flash of her eyes.


continued at A is for Aspect.

[sixbeforelunch]

The day dawned fair and clear, with bright sunlight streaming through the curtains and spilling across the bed. Vala slipped from the bed and pulled back the red and blue curtains, letting in as much of the early morning light as possible.

'M' is for Mother