It's Gen Fic Day!

[fignewton]

Happy birthday, moonshayde!

We're commemorating two years' worth of gen recs over at stargateficrec with SG-1 Gen Fic Day!

Reply to this post with commentfic, drabbles, links to new works or WIPs, and fic recs - anything, as long as it's gen and SG-1.

If you've written a ficlet for Alphabet Soup, include it in the comments here or supply a link to the fic on your own LJ. I'll collate them all into one big Alphabet Soup when we've got Daniel completely defined from A to Z! There are still a few letters left to claim if you want to join in the fun.

This post will remain open for submissions until Thursday morning my time, which is midnight or so on the West Coast in the States.

Write! Post! Comment! Squee! Have fun. :)

ETA: There are still ten hours or so left on the official deadline. It's bedtime in my part of the world, but I wanted to point out there are three letters left for Alphabet Soup: O, R, and Y. If you'd like to take one and help us finish, just leave a comment so that others will know not to claim it.

I'd love to wake up tomorrow morning and find our Alphabet Soup all done! :)

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L is for Loss of Language

[sg-wonderland.livejournal.com]

L is for Loss of Language
(because I’m really a glutton for punishment)


Early season seven. Sam/Daniel friendship
Word Count: 264


It’s taken me the best part of two months but I’ve finally learned to give him his space. Leaping to hug him automatically, I’ve discovered, is the worst thing you can do. Colonel O’Neill got a sock in the jaw for hugging a not-expecting-it Daniel. Which led to a magnificent bruise and remorseful, stammering apologies, the like of which I haven’t seen in nearly seven years.

It’s an awful lot like piloting an aircraft you’d grown so familiar with over the years, only to have the manufacturers whip out a new-and allegedly improved-model and expect you to ooh and aah over the changes. But after your initial enthusiasm, you realize that none of the buttons are where they’re supposed to be and suddenly, it’s like flying a completely different ship because the pieces no longer fit.

The expression of disbelief hasn’t changed all that much over the years. You can just see it better now because he hasn’t quite got the veiled look back in his repertoire.

“How many?” He asks, his arms firmly wrapped around himself, as if no one knows how to comfort him but him.

“Twenty-seven at first. Counting off-world languages, you’re over thirty now.”

Fear and frustration emanate in equal waves. “How can I not remember? Any of it?”

I walk over to him slowly, clenched hands at my side, although they are itching to wrap around him. “It’ll come back, Daniel. It will.”

I hope, I add silently.

Re: L is for Loss of Language

[sg-fignewton.livejournal.com]

the pieces no longer fit

Yeah. An apt metaphor for descended Daniel, I think.

Great Sam POV. Lovely fic.

Re: L is for Loss of Language

[sg-wonderland.livejournal.com]

Thank you. If there were two things I wish had been addressed in the post-ascension Daniel world, it would be his memory loss and a struggle to re-find his place in the world.

Re: L is for Loss of Language

[tejas.livejournal.com]

Perfect analogy with the 'new and improved' ship.

Re: L is for Loss of Language

[aurora-novarum.livejournal.com]

Wonderful imagery. And aw, poor recently descended Daniel. He just has such a tough time, then. *pets him*

I love how Jack accidentally gets socked in the jaw and the multitude of apologies.