Monday, October 15th, 2012 07:52 am
It's SG-1 Gen Fic Day! Celebrate by commenting here with links to new fic, older fic, recs, meta, picspam, vids -- anything, as long as it's gen and related to SG-1.

Shameless self-promotion is cheerfully encouraged, although if you've linked to your own story on a previous Gen Fic Day, we ask you to choose another fic so that others can enjoy some variety. :) The exception is fanworks regarding SGC personnel outside of SG-1, today's unofficial theme - even if you've linked to your own Reynolds or Bill Lee or Hailey fic in the past, we'd love to see it here again. But that theme is only unofficial, so go ahead and link to other fanworks, too!

Sometime tomorrow, I'll post a round-up for everything linked, both on DW and on LJ.

If you're an Alphabet Soup writer, don't forget to do THREE things: Post your fic on your own journal, comment here with a link to your journal, and e-mail me a copy of your story so I can collate it into the full anthology. If you've already e-mailed me your story, don't forget to post it and link to it, too! Complete guidelines are here.

Have fun, everyone, and enjoy the gen squee!
Monday, October 15th, 2012 05:57 am (UTC)
NO

IT ISN'T MONDAY HERE YET

*frantically writes on fic*
Monday, October 15th, 2012 04:15 pm (UTC)
Timeship broke! Oh no!

I will have my fic in today! It's 95% done. I'm just at work at the moment, and will be delayed. >_< Sorry!
Monday, October 15th, 2012 05:31 pm (UTC)
13 hours here! Thirteen and a half! It's only 10:30 AM on the west coast!

I had this really neat idea about a scientist who was studying Goa'uld Y-MRCAs, but unfortunately it kinda sat down and went "I'm a really neat idea! ...what do you mean, I need to grow a story?" So I went and dusted off something completely different. :| Dang stories. They only do this to hurt us.
Monday, October 15th, 2012 08:00 am (UTC)
Alphabet Soup, C is for Cool Competence is here at my DW.
Monday, October 15th, 2012 11:01 am (UTC)
Link to the fic on dreamwidth: http://roeskva.dreamwidth.org/84761.html
Monday, October 15th, 2012 12:27 pm (UTC)
Here's E for Environment, my angsty nerdfic.
sid: (stargate Paul airstrip)
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Monday, October 15th, 2012 03:03 pm (UTC)
Paul Davis came to the SGC as a stranger. Not as a friend or an advocate, but as a representative of the Pentagon, wholly concerned with the wishes and interests of his superiors.

That didn't last long.

The interests and needs of the SGC went beyond military hierarchy and national boundaries. Paul had considered himself their ally from day one, in his capacity as liaison to their allies among the Joint Chiefs. As time went on, however, he found that considering himself to be their only ally worked out much better. He couldn't be there for them all the time, but whenever he was sent, he put his heart and soul into achieving whatever outcome they sought, because they weren't about nickels and dimes and politics and old hatreds.

In time they gave him an office. Paul was more honored by that than by any military decoration he'd ever been awarded. His name was on a door in the most important facility on the planet, just because they appreciated his efforts. Because they liked him.

He came as a stranger, but now he knows every inch of every corridor. He knows where the bullet holes were, before they were efficiently patched. He can point to the corner where Doctor Jackson tripped, spilled his coffee, dropped two books, and bumped his head while busy theorizing why the Asgard wore no clothing. "What's bigger than a trifecta?" Colonel O'Neill had asked Paul rhetorically, before placing his handkerchief into Daniel's hand and turning him around to head for the infirmary.

Is there something bigger than a trifecta? Paul wouldn't know the answer to that, because he's not a gambling man. He leaves that to the brave women and men of the SGC, who gamble with their lives every time they go through the Stargate. Who risk everything for the security and future of their country and their planet.

He's just proud to have their backs. They will always be able to count on him.

http://sid.dreamwidth.org/259869.html
http://sidlj.livejournal.com/261994.html
Edited 2012-10-15 03:13 pm (UTC)
Monday, October 15th, 2012 03:08 pm (UTC)
There are actually 5 ficlets for P, all here, but here's the first chronologically:

Paleontology

Robert was a museum kid from about five years old on. It wasn’t the dioramas, the models, or the eventual movies and flashy interactive that started creeping in as he got older—none of that was what brought him back weekend after weekend, after school and on rainy summer mornings.

Robert was in love with the bones.

He loved the silent threat of hanging jawbones and stony claws, the curving patterns of vertebrae and ribs, and the hypnotic emptiness of hollow eyesockets. He loved walking in the park on the way home and imagining monsters sleeping under his feet, waiting for him to find them, destined one day for Rothman Hall in the new wing of the Museum of Natural History. His fingers itched for a trowel and a brush, for the contrasting textures of ivory and marrow.

The world was a broken puzzle, and Robert was going to put it back together.
Monday, October 15th, 2012 09:32 pm (UTC)
Wow, somehow I've missed a bunch of these, I see I have some fun reading ahead!
Tuesday, October 16th, 2012 02:04 am (UTC)