Crickets chirping...? Appeal for gen fic! (Let's call it SG-1 Gen Fic Day.)

[fignewton]

I have the immense privilege of tagging for 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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Re: Gen Fic Day!

[redbyrd-sgfic.livejournal.com]

(cont'd)

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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[redbyrd-sgfic.livejournal.com]

(cont'd)

She blinked and revised her opinion of the pleasant man's importance upward several notches, then the previous statement registered, "When he's what?"

Davis shook his head. "It's a really long, really weird story. You'll find that there are a lot of those about the general and his friends."

"Before today, I didn't realize he had friends," Devereaux said incautiously.

Davis took two steps inside the general's office and picked up the photograph that sat on his desk. Deveraux had seen it before, a group of people in civilian clothes, apparently at a picnic. He turned it around and showed it to Devereaux. She easily picked out the general and realized the man sitting shoulder to shoulder with him was Daniel Jackson. There was a pre-teen girl sitting on his other side with O'Neill's arm around her and behind her a smiling woman with reddish brown hair. An attractive blond woman stood with her hands on Jackson's shoulders and a large black man wearing a baseball cap stood beside her, behind O'Neill and Jackson. The balding man in the casual shirt beside him she recognized with a slight mental shock was General George Hammond. Davis pointed to the blond woman and the black man, "Lt. Colonel Carter and Teal'c. They're the rest of SG-1."

"Who are the others?" Deveraux asked. She looked at the woman and the young girl. "Wife and daughter?"

"No, more SGC people. Dr. Janet Fraiser was the base CMO. She's dead-- killed during a medevac under fire. The girl is her daughter, Cassie. They were close to SG-1. General Hammond--"

"I've met him," Devereaux said. She looked at the body language. "I guess General O'Neill must miss them. They seem very close."

Davis glanced at the photo. "Yeah, I'm sure he does." He smiled, "Don't worry, the general won't take a long lunch." He glanced down. "Can you fit me in later today to go over these deployment figures?"

"Yes, sir," Deveraux said, already mentally juggling the general's schedule. "Four o'clock?"

"Fine," Davis said, and turned to leave. "Oh, Sergeant?"

She looked up to see him smiling again. "Sir?"

"Cheer up, it could have been an alien invasion."

She smiled back politely as he left the outer office. "An alien invasion might have been less trouble," she muttered, looking at the general's schedule. She sighed and reached for the phone.

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[sg-fignewton.livejournal.com]

His other assistants didn't last longer than a week? Soooo Jack.

Daniel-charm is patented to go to work immediately.

Hee! Loved Daniel casually strolling into the office and catching the paper ball! And lobbing it back - so perfectly them.

"At the SGC they call that the Jack and Daniel Show," he said. "Has to be seen to be believed."

Ha ha ha! We know!

"He didn't even knock," Devereaux said.

I love that. She can handle Stargates and starships and other planets, but someone who walks into a general's office without knocking? The horror!

This was great, Redbyrd! ::hugs gen fic:: More more more soon soon soon! :)

[redbyrd-sgfic.livejournal.com]

She can handle Stargates and starships and other planets, but someone who walks into a general's office without knocking? The horror!

But she had forms for the starships and other planets. In triplicate! So they're authorized.

And I feel sure that at least one of Jack's prior assistants is taking a nice long rest somewhere quiet and unexciting.

Glad you enjoyed *g*!

Re: Gen Fic Day!

[moonshayde.livejournal.com]

Awesomeness! Yay!

*hugs Jack and Daniel goodness*

Re: Gen Fic Day!

[lyore.livejournal.com]

More Redbyrd fic! My day is now complete :)

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[aurora-novarum.livejournal.com]

Redbyrd fic! Redbyrd fic! *dances around in glee*

Re: Gen Fic Day!

[loriel-eris.livejournal.com]

Awesome! I adore fic like this! *g*

I love seeing an outside person learning about the Stargate/SGC like this, and consequently (we and them) seeing the friendship between the gang.