LeapGate! - A Stargate Comment Ficathon
Chevron seven is locked and LeapGate is open for business. Sam and Rodney agree that some magic of science will allow the 'gate to be open much longer than the usual 38 minutes and you have until March 3rd to write comment!fic.
1) The (incredibly long - thanks everyone!) prompt list can be found at this post. Go there to pick a prompt to write ( ( Read more... )
1) The (incredibly long - thanks everyone!) prompt list can be found at this post. Go there to pick a prompt to write ( ( Read more... )
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"Hold still," Jack hissed.
Sam hadn't realized she'd been twitching until he said something--they were both wired from not enough sleep and poor nutrition. She stilled herself with a conscious effort, taking a breath and letting it out slowly.
Jack resumed his efforts, his face just inches from hers. Her forehead tickled, and Sam closed her eyes to try to shut out the feeling. Her head felt oddly light--they'd shaved off her hair before Jack started on the pseudo tattoo, and she kept feeling air on the back of her head. It was the weirdest sensation.
"There. Done," Jack said, and Sam opened her eyes. He squinted at her. "Carter, you look--strange."
"Strange is good," she said, and leveraged herself off the ground with an effort. She glanced at the sun--it was low, but not yet low enough. They had time to kill. "I can't believe we never thought of this before," she said. The tattoo would give an excuse for the presence of naquadah, as long as no one looked too closely. And as long as she looked different enough not to get recognized, no one would even look twice at Jack. Hopefully.
"Well, we never had to think of this before," Jack said. Sam only heard a trace of the bitterness he'd held for the first few months. She thought, wryly, that if they survived this mission, they might just find some sort of peace about their situation after all.
She put her hands on her back and stretched, her long robes getting caught by the wind and twisting around her legs.
Jack, still sitting down, reached out and helped her move them back into place.
"You should rest," he said.
She gave a bitter laugh. "You need it more than I do. You were up all night."
Jack made no reply.
The sun hit the edge of the horizon. Sam looked down into the valley, her shadow jutting out and down away from her, pointing the way toward the goa'uld mothership.
"Time to go," she said.
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Glad you enjoyed it.
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Oh, good. I'm still not quite sure where this one came from.
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Glad you liked it!
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I've got...ficcish plans for the next couple of weeks or so. *sticks sticky note into brain*
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I love the mood you've created here, and the little picture of whatever extreme stress is pushing them into this, but this little snapshot of story is just so unfair. I wanna know the rest of it. *whines excessively*
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You and everyone else. And me. I wish I had the time to write it right now. But Alas! Such a Thing requires plot, and I already have fics with and without plot lined up at the moment.
But I'm keeping the bunny.
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