Monday, May 26th, 2014 07:50 am
Happy Gen Fic Day, everybody!

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, commentfic and drabbles, recs, meta, picspam, 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 episode related, although fanworks can involve any subject.

If you're an Episode Alphabet Soup contributor, this is where you post links to your story. If you're unsure of procedure, please take a quick look here.

On Tuesday, I'll post a round-up of all links and (hopefully) the complete anthology of Episode Alphabet Soup.

Have fun!
Monday, May 26th, 2014 11:28 am (UTC)
H is for Holding On - an episode tag to Meridian.

2,300 words. Rated teen and upwards.

Read it at my DW journal:

http://jdjunkie.dreamwidth.org/257339.html



Monday, May 26th, 2014 11:40 am (UTC)
Summary: Arrom does not yet know his place in this village of welcome strangers

Word Count: 2,589

Snippet:
Arrom asked why they did not live in this city of halls and mud brick houses and unexplored places, but Khordib shook his head and told him that sometimes the ground moved and bricks fell; it was safer to be out in the open and near the fields.

The universe is vast and we are so small.

There was a fear that hid inside Arrom, steeled within his veins like it had always been a part of him, a coldness that lived like a thread threatening to snap with the slightest tension.

Standing Alone
Monday, May 26th, 2014 12:36 pm (UTC)
Thought I'd add this missing scene story I wrote some time ago, as it fit the challenge and the episode I chose.

Title: They Don't Come Back
Author: eilidh17
Summary: A quite moment between Jack and Reynolds. Missing scene for Fallen.

"We have rules about that stuff..." Jack waggled a finger in the direction of Reynolds's BDU pants pocket, to the lid of a small bottle of something that was peeking out. He studied the man standing before him; the tense stance, one hand clearly fisted in a pocket, the other resting on the back of his neck, and the haunted look in his eyes that pretty much mirrored his own.

They Don't Come Back
Monday, May 26th, 2014 02:28 pm (UTC)
I is for "I Know You Are But What Am I?" [Fragile Balance episode tag]
Summary: Jack O'Neill's clone discusses his future. (Warning: mentions O'Neill's deceased son.)

1123 words

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1692524
Monday, May 26th, 2014 04:05 pm (UTC)
He was born the year the world ended, the youngest of nine children, on a little farm outside a little village in a place that ceased to exist soon thereafter. By the time he was four, his father and his two oldest brothers were dead, the farm lost, and his mother had taken the rest of them to the city, to Amsterdam, to live with Aunt Annika.

The rest is here.

Monday, May 26th, 2014 05:04 pm (UTC)
Alphabet Soup, written for the letter 'C' and the episode 'New Ground'.

Summary: George!
Approx 1,670 words. Rated G

Command Constants

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Monday, May 26th, 2014 06:07 pm (UTC)
Episode tag to The Fifth Man
Note: There is no consistent spelling out there that I can find for Tyler's real name, so I went with Kei'ya'aii.
Also posted at my DW journal





Kei'ya'aii stepped through the wormhole, returning to the small colony he had thought he would never see again. His mind was a jumble of thoughts about his recent experiences at the hands of the Jaffa, and more importantly, with SG-1.

He struggled to find the right words to explain these humans from Earth to the others of the Reole. It was vital that his people understand the opportunity they were being presented, but there had been nothing but mistrust of outsiders for so long. Secrecy had become almost as natural to his people now as their innate ability to manipulate others' perceptions. It had never even occurred to him to reveal himself when SG-1 had happened upon him, so deeply ingrained was that protective response.

It wasn't until he saw how devoted Colonel O'Neill was to his team, including Lt. Tyler, that he had started to question his assumptions. Watching O'Neill's willingness to put himself in harm's way for a new team member had finally convinced him that he could not take advantage of the Earth man's nature. But O'Neill had stubbornly refused to put himself first, even when Kei'ya'aii revealed his true form. His momentary surprise had quickly morphed into acceptance, and they had worked side by side, trying to hold off the Jaffa.

The remaining members of SG-1, when they showed up, had easily followed O'Neill's lead, accepting Kei'ya'aii without question. They didn't just fight by his side, they fought for him.

The Reole never openly acknowledged it, but they knew that they would never be free of the Goa'uld. They were not strong enough; their numbers were too few to ever defeat them on their own. They had accepted, on some level, that they were simply counting the days until their final extinction.

As he approached the small building housing the colony's leadership, Kei'ya'aii straightened. He had to make them understand that the people of Earth, and the alliances they led, presented a real chance to break the Goa'uld stranglehold on the galaxy. A chance for freedom for them all.

We don't leave our people behind.


Edited 2014-05-26 06:29 pm (UTC)
Monday, May 26th, 2014 09:02 pm (UTC)
Well it's Memorial Day here in the States, so the icon seemed appropriate.

Title: O is for Ordinary Things for Episode Tied Alphabet Soup

Author: Thothmes

Season: Four. The episode is Beneath the Surface.

Warnings: Nah. Oh, wait! There's talking with a mouth full. I'm the Manners Queen at my house, and that's a capital offense here. Does that count?

Disclaimer: Like the folks on the planet in Beneath the Surface, I'm just borrowing SG-1 (and a few others) and I promise I'll return them, a little cleaner. Unlike the folks of P3R-118, I let them have showers! Gekko, MGM, etc., you should thank mee: O is for Ordinary Things for Episode Tied Alphabet Soup

Author: Thothmes

Season: Four. The episode is Beneath the Surface.

Warnings: Nah. Oh, wait! There's talking with a mouth full. I'm the Manners Queen at my house, and that's a capital offense here. Does that count?

Disclaimer: Like the folks on the planet in Beneath the Surface, I'm just borrowing SG-1 (and a few others) and I promise I'll return them, a little cleaner. Unlike the folks of P3R-118, I let them have showers! Gekko, MGM, etc., you should thank me!

A Small Snippet:

Janet Fraiser walked briskly into the infirmary, a heavy red tome under her arm, and proceeded directly to the large coffee urn in the corner that was her ostensible reason for being there. Years of medical training had taught her a thing or two, and one of them was how to get coffee from one of these industrial urns one handed, and she proceeded to show that skill with unconscious grace. There was plenty of coffee on offer at the nurse’s station in the infirmary, of course, but that was a small carafe, and as it sat it tended to become both very strong and notably bitter. If anyone asked, she was here for the less toxic brew available here.

She hoped no one would ask, and to that end, she sat herself down at a table in the corner with a good view of the one that SG-1 habitually took, and propped the heavy medical text upright and open to act as a bit of a screen. She was here to observe, not to be observed. She checked that her pager was on in case she should be needed, although it was doubtful. Supervisor Brenna was under Dr. Warner’s excellent care in the O.R., getting her arm tended to, and SG-1 had been queried, examined, and sent off to the showers, with orders to remain on base until she had cleared them to leave. Siler’s injury of the day had been an electrical burn so minor that Janet had left him in the care of one of the nurses.

There was something going on with SG-1, and before Janet cleared them, she was going to get to the bottom of it all.

For the rest go:

Here at my DW

or if you prefer:

Here at my LJ



Tuesday, May 27th, 2014 02:30 pm (UTC)
I think the DW link goes to your other Soup serving.

Don't want folk missing out!
Monday, May 26th, 2014 09:14 pm (UTC)
Title: G is for Growing Up for Episode Tied Alphabet Soup

Author: Thothmes

Season: Five. The episode is Rite of Passage.

Warnings: Ummm... Why are you reading this if you don't want to be spoiled for Rite of Passage? That said, no big spoilers

Disclaimer: Okay, so I sent them off to games. I sent them out for a night at the opera. Fortunately I didn't have to pay for any of the tickets, and that's good because I'm not making any profit. They don't belong to me, but I do like to make sure that they have some fun, so I'm taking them out for a spin.

A Snippet of the Fic:

So when Jack stopped by the Fraiser household to mention that the tickets for the Metropolitan Opera’s annual trip to perform in Denver just happened to fall on Cassie’s sixteenth birthday, it was clear to both Cassie and her mom that he didn’t expect that to be a problem. What could be better than a birthday outing, preceded by a birthday dinner at a swanky restaurant in Denver with Janet and Sam? Present opening and cake could be at home after.

This was a disaster. Cassie had been spending the last few weeks casting out looks, racking her brains for witty things to say, sending out feelers through mutual friends, and hoping, always hoping, and it looked like if things kept going the way they were trending, by her birthday she and Dominic might be an item, and not just rather flirtatious friends. She was bound and determined that she was not going to be sixteen and unkissed. Surely that would be a violation of an important Earth Rule! Given the prospect of spending an evening with Uncle Jack, or the possibility of spending it with Dominic, with his twinkling eyes, and his long, thick lashes, and his jeans that fit just so…

It was an easy decision.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Jack” she said. “You go and have fun. I know Pagliacci is one of your favorites. I kinda want to have a quiet birthday here, just me and mom, and maybe Sam and” more quietly “Dominic.”

For the rest go:

Here at my DW

or if you prefer:

Here at my LJ

Edited 2014-05-26 09:14 pm (UTC)
Tuesday, May 27th, 2014 01:24 am (UTC)
My fic is called "Evensong" and it's an episode tag.

Find it here.
Tuesday, May 27th, 2014 02:01 am (UTC)
http://magibrain.dreamwidth.org/534647.html

After lunch, Jonas headed back to his lab, and the research assistant he'd apparently inherited along with it. "Hey, Nyan," he greeted; Nyan looked up from a tall stack of books dragged up from the Archaeology and Linguistics Library, and gave him a smile. "Up for another round of A-B-K?"

Nyan winced in sympathy. "It was one of those missions, wasn't it?"

Jonas raised his eyebrows, and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Here they were, scientists in a military outfit, with a history of science overseen by military concerns. Once they'd bonded on that, it had become something of a game to compare notes. America, Bedrosia, Kelowna. Take a situation, guess how each nation would react. If there would be differences at all.
sid: (stargate Janet)
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Tuesday, May 27th, 2014 02:36 am (UTC)
They drill it into you in medical school. The most likely explanation for whatever symptoms a patient presents with, is the most likely explanation. 'Think horses.' Daniel's diagnosis was clear-cut. Migraines, hallucinations, increased dopamine levels… Everything added together pointed in one direction. I called in Doctor MacKenzie. He agreed with my conclusions.

Schizophrenia.

We put Daniel away. Committed him, medicated him, stopped listening to him. The only thing that saved Daniel in the end was Machello's device transferring itself into Teal'c.

Teal'c inadvertently saved Daniel's sanity and ended up nearly losing his own life. Daniel saved Teal'c by telling us what we should be looking for.

What I learned in medical school had been of no use to anyone up to that point. My sole worthwhile contribution in the entire process was ultimately the idea to use the centrifuge to make an injection of Sam's blood safe for the rest of us. Everything else I did or said was either useless or harmful.

'First do no harm' is the other thing they drill into you in med school.

I failed Daniel in every way.

I am the chief medical officer of a command that has the word 'Stargate' in its title. Why did I assume that the mundane answer would be the right one, when my patients travel for a living to other planets?

God help me, from now on, when I hear hoofbeats, I am going to think zebras.

http://sid.dreamwidth.org/302058.html
http://sidlj.livejournal.com/301609.html
Tuesday, May 27th, 2014 10:00 am (UTC)
My Episode Alphabet Soup contribution: L Is for Luxation. 'Unending'-related, 2775 words, rated teen.