Splintered, by Sally M (PG-13)
Rec Category: Quantum Mirror
Categories: angst, AU, original characters, Daniel, Siler, Sam
Warnings: various AU deaths/Goa'ulding/injuries
Author's Journal: sallynmn
Author's Website: Sally M at AO3
Link: Splintered
Why This Must Be Read: Here are various fascinating might-have-beens, seen through the (literally) splintered lens of the Quantum Mirror, complete with (literal) mirrored reactions. Fascinating, creepy, wry - all good!
So here we are fetching and carrying, and god only knows what the geek in question wants with this whatever-the-hell-it-is, but Sandoval drags it out from the corner and wants me to help him carry it. I give him crap about being too puny to take it himself and wait for the usual smartass reply and...
He drops it. On his own foot. And doesn't even curse the pretty damn mandatory blue streak. Mandatory because hell, it musta hurt, mustn't it?
The fact that both of us are looking at a dead man looking out from the splintered mirror image of Storeroom 1313 probably isn't much of an excuse. I mean, I was there when the gate overloaded and Siler - and his wrench - got barbecued before anyone could even say a word. Siler's dead, man. Deader than dead. But there he is, as much emotion as the wrench in his hand, the same one that was melted to a massive blob of metal. Yeah, it's creepy, but jarheads aren't supposed to get creeped out.
He looks at us.
We look at him.
And these two jarheads? - yeah, we're officially creeped out.
Categories: angst, AU, original characters, Daniel, Siler, Sam
Warnings: various AU deaths/Goa'ulding/injuries
Author's Journal: sallynmn
Author's Website: Sally M at AO3
Link: Splintered
Why This Must Be Read: Here are various fascinating might-have-beens, seen through the (literally) splintered lens of the Quantum Mirror, complete with (literal) mirrored reactions. Fascinating, creepy, wry - all good!
So here we are fetching and carrying, and god only knows what the geek in question wants with this whatever-the-hell-it-is, but Sandoval drags it out from the corner and wants me to help him carry it. I give him crap about being too puny to take it himself and wait for the usual smartass reply and...
He drops it. On his own foot. And doesn't even curse the pretty damn mandatory blue streak. Mandatory because hell, it musta hurt, mustn't it?
The fact that both of us are looking at a dead man looking out from the splintered mirror image of Storeroom 1313 probably isn't much of an excuse. I mean, I was there when the gate overloaded and Siler - and his wrench - got barbecued before anyone could even say a word. Siler's dead, man. Deader than dead. But there he is, as much emotion as the wrench in his hand, the same one that was melted to a massive blob of metal. Yeah, it's creepy, but jarheads aren't supposed to get creeped out.
He looks at us.
We look at him.
And these two jarheads? - yeah, we're officially creeped out.