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Monday, October 27th, 2008 07:56 am
Happy SG-1 Gen Fic Day, everyone! Comment here with links to new fic, older fic, and WIPS; leave comment fic, recs, or links to meta or graphics. Anything goes, as long as it's gen and related to SG-1!

If you're one of our wonderful contributors to Jack Alpha-Bit Soup, first post your ficlet in your own LJ, and then comment here with the link. Use the subject line for your title (C if for Charlie, or whatever), then include the link and a few paragraphs (or the entire ficlet, if it's short enough) in your comment.

Gen fic may be a small genre compared to all the ship fic out there, but it's alive and thriving and wonderful. So here's to lots more!

And don't forget to spread the word to your flists. :)
Monday, October 27th, 2008 08:51 am (UTC)
Quarantine sucked. Because SG-1 might possibly have contracted a virus while assisting the refugees from PHR-6C8, the team had been swiftly ushered into an isolation room while Frasier and her minions drew blood, shone penlights in their eyes, and generally made the team feel like a bunch of lab rats.

Five hours into their imprisonment, Jack got tired of counting ceiling tiles, had gotten a new high score on Bejeweled, and was otherwise bored out of his gourd.

"I Spy," he began, "with my little eye, something that begins with 'G'."

The fun continues... (http://cleothemuse-fic.livejournal.com/68747.html#cutid1)