It's Not The End Of The World, But You Can See It From There, by Fridayschild (PG)
Rec Category: Sam and Daniel friendship
Categories: team, AU, humor, character study, apocafic, angst
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: fridayschild85
Author's Website: fan fiction tag
Link: It's Not The End Of The World, But You Can See It From There
Why This Must Be Read: This is Sam and Daniel friendship, playing effortless backup to each other both physcially and emotionally, with an added touch of teamy goodness and an unexpected darkly humorous twist. What's not to love?
“After all this time, it still doesn’t sit right. It feels like stealing.”
Sam glances up from her careful comparison of two devices and pins him with a pointed look. “It’s not like there’s anyone left to care, Daniel.”
He sighs and scrubs a weary hand through his hair, but his eyes never stop searching the darkness for threats and the calloused tip of his right index finger never breaks contact with his P90’s trigger. “I know. That doesn’t sit right either.”
He’s right, but that’s not what he needs to hear right now. Usually it’s Teal’c’s job to make an uplifting, inspiring speech about the coming defeat of false gods and the inevitable victory of just causes, but Teal’c’s not here right now and even though she’s feeling decidedly unpeppy, Sam knows it’s up to her to raise Daniel’s spirits, at least a little.
Categories: team, AU, humor, character study, apocafic, angst
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: fridayschild85
Author's Website: fan fiction tag
Link: It's Not The End Of The World, But You Can See It From There
Why This Must Be Read: This is Sam and Daniel friendship, playing effortless backup to each other both physcially and emotionally, with an added touch of teamy goodness and an unexpected darkly humorous twist. What's not to love?
“After all this time, it still doesn’t sit right. It feels like stealing.”
Sam glances up from her careful comparison of two devices and pins him with a pointed look. “It’s not like there’s anyone left to care, Daniel.”
He sighs and scrubs a weary hand through his hair, but his eyes never stop searching the darkness for threats and the calloused tip of his right index finger never breaks contact with his P90’s trigger. “I know. That doesn’t sit right either.”
He’s right, but that’s not what he needs to hear right now. Usually it’s Teal’c’s job to make an uplifting, inspiring speech about the coming defeat of false gods and the inevitable victory of just causes, but Teal’c’s not here right now and even though she’s feeling decidedly unpeppy, Sam knows it’s up to her to raise Daniel’s spirits, at least a little.