Its a Teal'c drabble, really.

Its a funny Teal'c drabble.  It was going to be a ficlet, but it ended up being a drabble, 'cos frankly I can't write Teal'c POV.  And in my mind, its set in an early season.

Something landed on his desk.

“O’Neill. I require an explanation.”

He picked up the packaging, turning it over and examining it for any untoward … ( Read more... )

So... this is a companion piece to " Though I Know She Lies"  And yet again, the Shakespeare sonnet provides me with... words... there's not enough to be plot.

Concrit is my friend.  Give me Friends.

Jack POV... Angst... Set in mid Season Eight...

and is..... *drumroll*

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she ( Read more... )

It was strange, how a sound could hurt.

The staccato of an automatic cutting across a barren plateau was the first. Raw, eager and naïve he’d been on that first mission. And that sound had changed it. It had been the first time he’d seen anyone killed, but it wouldn’t be the last by a long way. And he’d been the one wielding the gun.

So that was life ( Read more... )

And I think, if you count the last one as Sam and Teal'c, that I got the whole team, here!

Drabble 1:

Dad. To him, it was a loaded word.

It was what he had lost. The cheeky-grinned son that Sara swore was the spitting image of him when he was in trouble. Tucking him in, or gazing through his telescope together.

It was what he had. That unspoken thing ( Read more... )