A Loss of the Same Size, by Marzipan (PG-13)
Rec Category: Episode Related
Categories: Jack, Daniel, Teal'c, angst, character study
Warnings: adult themes
Author on LJ: marzipan77
Author's Website: Marzipan at AO3
Link: A Loss of the Same Size
Why This Must Be Read: This is a powerful episode tag to COTG, in which Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c form the points of a triangle of pain and loss. Bereavement isn't anyone's choice of a bonding tool, but Marzipan deftly weaves the beginnings of common ground into something hurtful but oh, so good!
"Teal'c, Daniel Jackson. Daniel, Teal'c." Jack dropped the unnecessary introductions into the silence and waited for the echo.
It was an amazing contrast. Just inside the door, as far from the alien as he could be and still be in the same room, Daniel Jackson stood - face starkly white, blue eyes huge behind wire-framed glasses, hair still rumpled from uneasy sleep, his arms wrapped tightly around his lean waist. Jack could see the tendons standing out in his neck, the quivering of the muscles in his arms. He wondered how long the young man's rage and stubbornness would keep him standing. Across the room, unmoving, the dark skinned alien faced him. Hands hanging at his sides, face set into frozen stoicism, Teal'c's shadowed eyes rested unhesitatingly on Daniel's face. And Jack stood there, watching, knowing that this confrontation had been coming and helpless to defuse it.
"Where is my wife?"
Categories: Jack, Daniel, Teal'c, angst, character study
Warnings: adult themes
Author on LJ: marzipan77
Author's Website: Marzipan at AO3
Link: A Loss of the Same Size
Why This Must Be Read: This is a powerful episode tag to COTG, in which Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c form the points of a triangle of pain and loss. Bereavement isn't anyone's choice of a bonding tool, but Marzipan deftly weaves the beginnings of common ground into something hurtful but oh, so good!
"Teal'c, Daniel Jackson. Daniel, Teal'c." Jack dropped the unnecessary introductions into the silence and waited for the echo.
It was an amazing contrast. Just inside the door, as far from the alien as he could be and still be in the same room, Daniel Jackson stood - face starkly white, blue eyes huge behind wire-framed glasses, hair still rumpled from uneasy sleep, his arms wrapped tightly around his lean waist. Jack could see the tendons standing out in his neck, the quivering of the muscles in his arms. He wondered how long the young man's rage and stubbornness would keep him standing. Across the room, unmoving, the dark skinned alien faced him. Hands hanging at his sides, face set into frozen stoicism, Teal'c's shadowed eyes rested unhesitatingly on Daniel's face. And Jack stood there, watching, knowing that this confrontation had been coming and helpless to defuse it.
"Where is my wife?"