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I have the immense privilege of tagging for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sg1_debrief, which mostly entails skimming through the newsletter's flist in search of gen fic. (The maintainers do the really hard work, and I think the other taggers cope with a lot more volume than I do.) There's always less gen fic than ship fic, but I'm resigned to that as par for the course by now.
But what's going on here, people?
Since the 17th, there has been one gen fic posted throughout all of LJ SG-1 fandom that gets tagged for the newsletter. ONE. (Thanks for that,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dknightshade! I don't follow the jack_built AU, but it was a fun snippet.)
So here's my appeal: write some gen fic today, please! It can be commentfic posted here, or a drabble on your LJ, or a snippet of your current WIP. Fic recs are good, too, like the ones posted below: here and here. Anything. Gen is the one kind of fic that embraces all aspects of the fandom, so let's have some SG-1 love!
Erm... but not that kind. :)
[And yes, I'll try to post something ficcish myself today. I can't ask for it if I don't chip in myself, right?]
ETA8: Monday, 6:45 p.m. ::smushes all ETAs together:: I've compiled a roundup of all the fantastic participants! You can find the complete list for Gen Fic Day right here.
sg1_debrief, which mostly entails skimming through the newsletter's flist in search of gen fic. (The maintainers do the really hard work, and I think the other taggers cope with a lot more volume than I do.) There's always less gen fic than ship fic, but I'm resigned to that as par for the course by now.But what's going on here, people?
Since the 17th, there has been one gen fic posted throughout all of LJ SG-1 fandom that gets tagged for the newsletter. ONE. (Thanks for that,
dknightshade! I don't follow the jack_built AU, but it was a fun snippet.)So here's my appeal: write some gen fic today, please! It can be commentfic posted here, or a drabble on your LJ, or a snippet of your current WIP. Fic recs are good, too, like the ones posted below: here and here. Anything. Gen is the one kind of fic that embraces all aspects of the fandom, so let's have some SG-1 love!
Erm... but not that kind. :)
[And yes, I'll try to post something ficcish myself today. I can't ask for it if I don't chip in myself, right?]
ETA8: Monday, 6:45 p.m. ::smushes all ETAs together:: I've compiled a roundup of all the fantastic participants! You can find the complete list for Gen Fic Day right here.
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I have a low tolerance for language in any circumstances, though, and this one was kinda... overwhelming. :) I ended up doing an S&R just so I could read it, and I loved it, but I don't think it'll ever end up on my list of recs.
But thank you for the rec! And I always, always welcome suggestions like this.
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I'll definately add it to the post exam list..write genfic for Fig :)
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Sorry.
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Squinting and cocking her head slightly to the side Sam scrutinised the sight before her. It wasn't something she had seen before but then in her line of work that wasn't an oddity.
Reaching out she ran a finger along the edge of the entity in question and let out a small huff.
"Well?" the only other occupant questioned her.
"Give me a moment" she replied "This isn't something you can rush. It requires, time and an attentiveness that I'm not able to give because you keep interrupting me."
"Fine, fine" her companion held his hands up in defense and acquiesced to her request for quiet.
Reaching back down onto the bench Sam picked up one of the multitude of tools lying there and applied is to the entity, attempting to entice it to do what she wanted.
Finally she gave up.
"Sorry Daniel but the Colonel is right, that goo is never going to come out. You're definitely going to have to get a haircut."
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Thank you! This definitely put a grin on my face.
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I *know* there has to be more on LJ land. There has to be.
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Since then, though...? Just the one from
So if there's more gen fic out there, I need it to find its way here. :)
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I promise my
I'll see if I have snippets of WiPs lying around (okay, I know I have that - but I need ones I haven't posted) or maybe can get an idea to lodge in my head. Just because you asked so very nicely :)
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OTOH, I am insanely gleeful in anticipation of
Snippets, drabbles, you name it! And saying "please" always helps, I've found. ;)
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(and you tagged it beautifully too! *hugs*)
But it was
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I didn't suggest that no one has been writing fanfic! It's not as if the gen section of the newsletter was TOTALLY empty. But nearly four days with only one lone gen fic bravely waving its banner from Mare Imbrium... ::sniffs::
Hurray for more gen fic! ::hugs in advance::
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I've noticed an enormous slowdown in all sides of the SG-1 fandom since the new TV season came along. The closing of the canon is a very big deal to a lot of people and I think it's inevitable that all sides of the fandom will slow down.
There are a ton of people who are watching and monitoring SG-1 and reading the fic, but the focus has certainly shifted for a lot of people to shows that they can watch and post about and discuss in real time. My f list seems to be most about Heroes and SGA and a bit of supernatural here and there.
I'm resigned to it changing so much! More and more people are able to be multifandom nowadays, I think. I'm not drawn that way, but I know people are watching for fic and enjoying it. But I'm still being quite monofannish.
So glad you're here! Thanks for all you do for the fandom.
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I agree that a lot of the slowdown is because fannish creativity is being directed to what's new and shiny at the moment. It doesn't mean SG-1 is going to disappear, but I'm not too surprised to see a slowdown, I guess. It was just... well. Such a long gap.
Like you, I'm monofannish. (Hee! Such a great term!) I admire people like Moonshayde and Kellifer who can write in multifandoms, but I'm going to hug my SG-1 team tightly.
...I mean, who wouldn't? :)
And ::blushes:: thanks.
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Gen fic for teh win!
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No bad language and hopefully Gen enough for you. And yes, the whole team plus Janet is present :)
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::rushes off to read::
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The crumpled ball of paper flew toward the wastepaper basket, bounced off the rim, hit the wall and landed with a pathetic whisper of a sound next to ten similar crumpled balls of paper. Daniel glared at it. Since it didn't have the decency to land where it was supposed to, at least it could have made a thud or knocked the basket over or... Great. Apparently he had a burning desire to be a litterbug. Daniel was ... What the hell was Daniel doing? Daniel was sulking, said man thought to himself with self-disgust. God, Daniel, get over it. Jack didn't mean it. It's not like the guy broke your heart. Scowling at the remaining sheets of his coffee-sodden notes – Hand written! Fifty-seven pages! – from which he was supposed to write his latest report, Daniel snatched up the paper and crumpled it with satisfying violence before tossing it at the wastepaper basket. It joined its fellows on the floor. The waste-basket remained mockingly empty.
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Ouch. Hate to be that paper. Well, there was a definite pout to Daniel's lips, the skin seemed tighter around the eyes and mouth as if being drawn back by some hidden force. The shoulders were hunched. And those hands were curled into fists. Jack noted all of this and quashed the urge to bang his head against the nearest wall. Great. Just what he needed. Daniel mad at him. He entered the office, almost tiptoeing as he entered Daniel's, um, den. Somehow, making any excessive sound seemed like a really bad idea.
"Ah ... Daniel? You busy?"
"Always." Clipped and to the point.
Oh, that was *so* not good. Come on, Jack. Bite the bullet. Say the damn words and try and fix this. "Look, Daniel. I ... Well, you know that I... Uh. You know."
Daniel looked up at that. "What, Jack?"
Ah hell. He was going to make him say it. He was going to have to play kiss and make up. Uh, kinda. Jack stepped closer, placed something on the coffee-stained desk and shifted restlessly on the spot, looking intensely uncomfortable. He steeled himself then said the words Daniel needed to hear: "I'm sorry I spilt coffee all over your desk and your notes. And I'm sorry I broke your mug. It was an accident, I swear."
Daniel tilted his head to one side, clearly weighing the apology and the gift. A sudden smile lit his face, warming Jack with its brilliance and suddenly everything was just fine.
"Your own Homer mug, Jack? That's…" Daniel searched for the right words. "It's much better than my old mug anyway. I have more notes I can use in my journal and I have video footage. I'll make some coffee. You get to help me clear up." Ducking his head to hide his grin, Daniel grabbed the Simpson's mug and practically bounced out of his seat and headed for the coffee pot. Apparently, one apology and a second-hand mug made everything right with his world.
A decidedly happy camper now, Jack began crumpling paper, whistling tunelessly to himself as he picked up a dozen crumpled, coffee-stained paper balls from the floor and tossed each one into the wastepaper basket with superb accuracy. Running out of ammo, he turned to fetch more paper. Daniel was glaring at him, venom in his look. Oh for crying out loud...
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I loved the eloquence of Jack's first attempt. SO him.
And such a perfect picture of the pushme-pullyou of the two of them, when Daniel gets mad all over again because Jack has THE NERVE to aim better than he does... :)
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“Hallowed are the Ori. Those who follow the path of righteousness shall be raised up high.”
“Now, see, that just doesn't cut any ice with me.” Jack lent back in his chair. He tried not to think of the person, creature, whatever, sitting restrained in the chair oposite him as Daniel. But, a small voice whispered that it was possible that Daniel was still in 'there'. From the reports he had read, by Mitchell and the others, this Prior's actions weren't the normal actions of a Prior.
“Truth is elusive to those who refuse to see it with both eyes wide.”
“Huh huh.” He eyed the hands that were restrained tightly to the chair. If, from what he had read and seen in the reports, were true. The Prior, if he wished, could easily free himself. Yet he allowed himself to be restrained like this.
The milky white eyes stared slightlessly back at him. “Priors are beacons on the road to enlightenment. Pity not the blind man, for he is not hindered by the visions of this world. He will see the light before you do.”
Jack clenched his hands tightly in fists and slammed the lid on the box from which his emotions were trying to escape. He had to let the General do his work and for Jack to be sidelined. This was not Daniel, this was a creature hell bent on distroying their Galaxy. But, still, the small voice whispered to him that Daniel was in 'there'.
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I've been meaning to rec this for a while, but I keep forgetting. Of course, I may be biased because I hounded the author to write me Jackfic, but it's good stuff. The fic is Gen, Jack-centric, with a Jack/Daniel friendship focus. It has some lovely original characters and whumped Jack to boot! And while Jack and Jack/Daniel friendship is the focus, there is team love wrapped up neatly inside :)
Title: Zymotic
Author: MegTDJ
Category: Angst/drama, hurt/comfort
Rating: T
Pairing: None; Jack/Daniel friendship. Slight mention of Jack/Sara, Daniel/Sha're.
Spoilers: Anything and everything up to early season 7.
Summary: When Jack is stricken with an alien virus, he finds he can no longer distinguish past from present and fact from fiction.
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1, its universe and its characters are not mine. The story itself is, however, so please don't archive without my permission
http://www.gateview.ca/fanfiction/zymotic.html
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Very twisty and tricksy, as I recall. I like how the author kept you guessing. And guessing. And guessing. :)
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Devereaux sorted through the pile of new mail, well into another typical day at the Pentagon. It was the first day of her second week working for her new CO, General O'Neill, and she still wasn’t sure what to make of him. He seemed at first like a complete hardass, with a sarcastic comment for nearly every occasion, except that the sarcasm seemed as often directed at himself as anyone. He'd dismissed three assistants before her, and she took a perverse pride she'd already lasted longer than any of them. He was a workaholic, like every other senior officer in the place, but with a subtle difference that had taken several days for her to place. Where other officers seemed to spend as much time jockeying for position as anything else, this one was all business. The sixteen hour days he put in were all on Air Force business.
And what business. She'd thought it was a joke when she'd first been briefed and was still getting stunning shocks on a daily basis. Department of Homeworld Security? United States Starship Prometheus? Air Force teams that traveled to other planets? She'd heard people who'd worked in intelligence departments talk about the seductiveness of being an insider, knowing things other people didn’t. Devereaux didn't think she could ever go back to watching the evening news, knowing how much more was going on that was never revealed.
"Good morning, Sergeant."
She looked up to see Lt. Colonel Davis, the general's next appointment and someone she'd already come to rely on to keep her in the loop. "Good morning, sir. Do you have the report on space force deployment?" Being able to ask questions like that still tickled her.
"Yes, we're going to need to increase recruitment by at least--" He broke off as another man came up behind him.
"Hello," at first glance the man had seemed like any civilian with slightly rumpled hair and a well-cut suit, a visitor pass pinned to his lapel. On second glance, he had bright blue eyes and a pleasant smile that immediately made Devereaux far better disposed toward him than the usual run of the mill visitor.
"Daniel!" Lt. Colonel Davis turned around and smiled with real pleasure, holding out a hand to the newcomer. "It's great to see you."
"Hi, Paul. You're looking good," the man shook Davis' hand. "How's Jack?"
"I'm taking bets on whether he shoots the Joint Chiefs or drives them insane first," Davis said drolly.
Devereaux realized with a faint shock that the newcomer had called the general by his first name. She'd never heard anyone else do that. Davis was turning to her, "Daniel, this is Sergeant Lisa Devereaux. Devereaux, Dr. Daniel Jackson."
Devereaux shook the hand hand he held out politely, "Pleased to meet you, sir."
"Likewise," Jackson said. "I was hoping to catch Jack…"
"I'm sorry--" Devereaux began, just as Davis said, "Go in."
"Colonel?" Devereaux gave him a puzzled look. The general had a full schedule today.
Davis brushed aside her interruption, "The general will want to see him, Sergeant."
"But sir," Devereaux began to protest, but Jackson was already walking past her desk to open the general's door without knocking.
"--uh-huh?" The general's voice was a little muffled, and Devereaux stifled a smile as she saw that he was turned away from the door, chair tipped back and his feet propped casually on the window sill. Several wads of paper lying near the door showed her that he had been indulging in what was already a familiar pasttime to the sergeant, lobbing the wads back over his shoulder to try and hit the basket near the door.
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As she watched, Jackson neatly caught the ball of paper that came flying toward him, and pegged it back at O'Neill, hitting him smartly on the back of the head. The chair dropped with a crash and his head came around with a jerk. When he saw Jackson he said into the phone, "I'll have to call you back." He dropped the phone back in its cradle. "Daniel."
"Jack."
"What'cha doing here?"
"Thought I'd see if you wanted some lunch." Jackson said.
The general grinned. "Sure." He jumped out of his chair and reached for his hat and jacket.
Devereaux hadn't seen the general look this pleased about anything in the week she'd worked for him, but her job was to keep him on schedule. Somewhat reluctantly, she reminded him, "Sir, you have a lunch appointment."
"Reschedule it, Devereaux," he ordered cheerfully. He turned to Daniel, "She's a pit bull. Worse than Walter. Has no mercy."
"You mean she doesn't let you push her around," the other man corrected with a conspiratorial glance at Devereaux. She smiled back involuntarily.
"You said lunch--" O'Neill reminded him. "Stop flirting with the help and let's get going. You're buying, by the way."
"I thought you were a highly paid senior officer now," Jackson returned with amusement in his voice. He fell into step with the general's long-legged stride.
"Do you know how much it costs to live in DC--" the senior officer's complaint trailed off as they disappeared down the hall.
Devereaux looked back with bemusement to see Davis grinning after them. "At the SGC they call that the Jack and Daniel Show," he said. "Has to be seen to be believed."
"Does he always talk to the general that way?" Devereaux couldn't help asking.
"Hell, no," Davis said, still grinning. "Sometimes they argue at the top of their lungs. Daniel's one of the few people I know that General O'Neill can't intimidate."
"He didn't even knock," Devereaux said.
"His theory is that General O'Neill hasn't knocked on his office door in all the years they've known each other, so why should he?" Davis looked at her puzzled expression. "They're old friends and teammates. From when O'Neill was a colonel and still leading a team through the stargate.
"Oh?" Devereaux said. The general used to lead a team through the stargate? That explained a lot.
"Yeah, Daniel's still on SG-1. The number one first contact team. When he's corporeal." Davis grimaced faintly as he muttered the last sentence. He cleared his throat and added, "He's also Director of Linguistics and Cultural Studies for Stargate Command."
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Teal'c stopped for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past twenty minutes. Daniel supposed that everything must seem so new and exciting for him given the fact he was, well, new on Earth.
"It's a grocery store," Jack said. "Not Disneyland."
"For Teal'c, it probably is Disneyland." Daniel slowed the cart and waited for Teal'c to move.
"I'd rather be at Disneyland," Sam said with a sigh.
Daniel wasn't sure he agreed with Sam on this one, but at any rate, being somewhere aside from the market sounded appealing to him.
"We must purchase this," Teal'c said, grabbing a box off the shelf.
"What is that?" Jack took the box from his hands. "Lucky Charms?"
"I have been informed they are magically delicious."
Daniel nearly choked on air. "Uh, Teal'c, you realize it's not real magic."
"It does not matter."
"There are a ton fo preservatives in this." Now Sam was reading the box.
"Look, if he wants his Lucky Charms, he'll get his Lucky Charms," Jack said and placed it in the cart. "It can't be any worse that your Coco Puffs."
"Brain food," Sam said.
"You should talk, Jack. I've seen you with Fruit Loops."
"Good source of calcium," Jack muttered. "Better than all those candies you hoard in your drawer."
Daniel narrowed his eyes. "How do you know what's in my drawer?"
"Can't we think about Teal'c here?" Jack nudged Daniel away from the cart.
Daniel shrugged and went to the shelves lined with cereal boxes. he'd never really understood the appeal of them. While he supposed a child could appreciate the aesthetic of the cartoon characters, as well as the sugar, Daniel never really could get past the taste. He grabbed one of the boxes and flipped it over, studying the puzzle on the back.
"You cannot take this food." Teal'c grabbed the box from Daniel's hands and handed it to a startled child who happened to be passing by. He eyed SG-1 sternly. "Trix are for children."
Sam and Daniel blinked at him. Jack quickly steered Teal'c away from any more kids.
"Okay, what's next?" Jack asked.
Teal'c checked his list. "I wish to see the frozen items."
"Frozen foods it is." He waved at Sam and Daniel to follow. "Let's go."
Daniel sighed. It was going to be a long night.
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We will all be immersed in genfic sooooon with
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And YES! I am so gleefully anticipating the
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Hey, I wrote an SG-1 gen-fic last week! It...just happened to take place in an SGA episode (I think that may be why it never made the debrief list, but not sure)--you saw the Teal'c scene on youtube, so you're safe reading it. No SGA characters or plotline are part of it.
I'm sorry I can't partake. I got online late today. Unless another plot bunny seriously ties up my muse, my few writing engines are running full out on this team ficathon story.
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complaining, asking for more to interest the gen reader, because my flist has exploded. I'll have to enjoy them tomorrow, because I have sinus headache from hell this evening. :-(TEAMY GOODNESS FOR TEH WIN!!!!!!!
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Mooore Gen fic!
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In the meantime, here's an angsty gen ficlet I wrote for sg_challenges this week, as a prequel to my SG-1 action figures ficlets here (http://www.geocities.com/christmaswerewolf/sg_challenges/43.html) and here (http://www.geocities.com/christmaswerewolf/sg_challenges/50.html)).
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"He can't keep doing this," Jack said.
Sam pressed the phone tighter against her ear, averting her eyes from the infirmary bed across the room. "He won't be, sir. Doctor Lam says this is it."
There was a long pause from the other end of the line. If it had been anyone else, Sam would suspect he'd hung up on her. "What the hell happened?" Jack said at last, sounding strangled.
Sam forced herself to look. Daniel was pale, almost bleached against the contrast of Teal'c sitting vigil. The two remained motionless, frozen in time together, and Sam had never seen Teal'c look quite so small.
"He got caught in the blast," Sam said. Now that she was looking, she couldn't tear herself away from watching Daniel's chest rise and fall. "If he'd been standing at a different console... maybe... but it shattered all the bones in his leg. It took Doctor Lam sixteen hours to remove all the shrapnel. He'll never be allowed offworld again."
Another long pause. Sam listened to the sound of the general's breathing, the odd hitch in the middle of the inhale, the shakiness of the exhale. "I put in for my retirement this morning," he said at last. "I'll be at the mountain in four hours. Let him know I'm coming."
Sam closed her eyes. "Okay."
Over her shoulder, the news reporter continued her muted monologue, images of the alien attack and the Odyssey rolling across the screen.
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Nice work.
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