Announcing: Gen Fic Day!

[fignewton]

So, I just posted rec number THREE HUNDRED at stargateficrec.

Whee!!!

To celebrate, I hereby declare that this coming Sunday will be Gen Fic Day! We did one of these back in October, and it was a marvelous success: here's the round-up of all the contributions.

This Sunday, post something - anything - that's gen. A new story, commentfic, a WIP, a gen rec. Comment at this post with the link, or paste it in directly. On Monday, I'll post a round-up of what will hopefully be lots and lots of great gen fic! And I commit myself now to get all my ficlets done by then, so I can contribute properly. :)

I'll post a reminder Sunday morning, but in the meantime, spread the word to your flists: Gen Fic Day! Because gen is all-inclusive, and there's SG-1 love enough (but not that kind!) to go around.

Comments

[ryf.livejournal.com]

Teyla gen fic, Teyla&Elizabeth friendship, post-"Before I Sleep". First part of a series of conversations.

Conversations (http://yviwriting.livejournal.com/3345.html)

[ryf.livejournal.com]

Erm *looks embarassed* Don't ask me how I missed the fact that this is for SG1... Sorry. Meep.

[ryf.livejournal.com]

And to make up for this, season 2 Sam&Janet friendship I just wrote. Un-beta'd and I am not a native speaker, but I think it's not that bad :)

***

Mourning
by Yvi

There were three loud knocks at at the door. It was only 8 in the morning on a free Saturday and normally, Janet wouldn’t have been up by this point and therefore not heard the knock. But she had gone to bed early with exhaustion and at 7 found that she could not sleep any longer. There was nothing for her to do around the house, so she had just been sitting in the kitchen, reading the paper.

Janet was almost sure who she would find at the door at such an hour on a Saturday. And especially on a Saturday after a week like this.

“Hey Janet.” Samantha Carter didn’t look into her eyes and a greeting that would normally sound cheerful came out sounding like a defeat.

“Sam, please come in.” Janet held the door open for Sam and closed it softly behind her as to not wake Cassie, who was sound asleep in the back of the house.

Janet had released Sam two days earlier, but as of yet Sam had not really talked to anyone about her experience as far as she was aware. She had been worried because of it and gotten Sam to agree to see someone about it, but there had been nothing more she could have done.

Sam went straight to the kitchen and Janet followed her. Sam sat down on one of the chairs around the table.

“Do you want some coffee?” Janet asked and Sam nodded. She started to prepare coffee for both of them in silence, until she just had to speak. “How are you, Sam?” She help up her arm to silence the other women. “And don’t give me that ‘I am fine’ bullshit. You come here on a Saturday morning at this hour, you are not fine.”

There was silence for a moment. “No, I suppose I am not.” Sam looked up at Janet.

There were no tears, Sam rarely if ever cried, but there was such obvious sadness that it broke Janet’s heart to look at her friend.

Janet quickly poured coffee into two big mugs and sat them at the table before she pulled up a chair to sit next to Sam. She didn’t quite know what to say, so she just put an arm around Sam’s shoulder.

Sam took her coffee mug and held it tight. “Everyone expects me to be relieved.” It was almost a whisper.

“No one expects anything from you, honey.” Janet softly stroked Sam’s arm.

“It’s so empty. I know it sounds silly. But I feel empty.” Sam sipped on her coffee. There were tears in her voice, but not in her eyes. Janet knew this way of handling loss from herself. She was military, too, after all.

“I am so sorry, Sam,” she said and it sounded hallow in her own ears. There really was not much anyone could say to comfort Sam right now.

Sam looked at Janet. And suddenly, a sad smile appeared on her face. “Let’s drink to her.”

And Janet understood. There would be no burial for Jolinar, no memorial, no place where Sam could mourn. But she needed something.

“To Jolinar.” Janet raised her mug. It didn’t seem silly to her, even though it probably would look like that to an outsider – sitting in a kitchen on a Saturday, raising coffee mugs to honour a dead member of a race they didn’t understand.

“To Jolinar.” Sam said and raised her own mug. She opened her mouth as if to say something else, but then shook her head and brought the mug to her moth.

To Jolinar of Malkshur, who died to save my friend’s life – who was a part of my friend. Who she will always carry around with her.

[sg-fignewton.livejournal.com]

This is fantastic - Sam and Janet friendship is such a rarity, and this is subtle and marvelous and heart-breaking.

A great tribute to Sam, to Janet, and even to the Tok'ra, bless their twisty and annoying hearts. )

[ryf.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much. I love their friendship so much (and female friendships on SG in general) and was always grateful for the small scenes we got on the show.

[aurora-novarum.livejournal.com]

Aw, how very sweet. And Poor Sam dealing with so much post Jolinar.

[aelfgyfu_mead]

I'm glad someone understands; I wish we'd gotten more Janet and Sam friendship moments like these in the show.

[izhilzha.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. Thank you for this--I think maybe Janet would have been the only person Sam could have said this to, asked this of.

[sg-fignewton.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it, ryf - I don't think I actually specified anywhere on this post that it's actually SG-1. And your lovely make-up ficlet makes it doubly worth it!