Ooh, I'll take you up on it; I'm in a vicious mood at the moment. Hmmm. Kill off one of the following women for me: Kaylee Frye, Samantha Carter, Leia Organa-Solo, or Dawn Summers. Something sudden, shocking, and violent, and emotionally scarring for loved ones left behind; details and victim are entirely up to you.
Fire & Water, reduxizhilzhaJanuary 12 2007, 02:07:54 UTC
note: okay, you asked for it.The wave of heat and the scream hit him both at once. Between running steps, Jack trips as the rocks beneath him shift--he’s turned one-eighty before he hits the ground, ready to bound back to his feet and give Carter a hand up
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Re: Fire & Water, reduxizhilzhaJanuary 12 2007, 19:27:52 UTC
Yeah, poor Jack. I didn't even realize what was going to happen in this fic till he simply wouldn't leave... "Fire and Water" kind of made an impression in my fannish brain, I guess.
Shiny Daniel trapizhilzhaJanuary 12 2007, 21:41:25 UTC
note: hope this counts, *g*
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Jack checked the corridor, then turned back to the spacious chamber just in time to see his far-too-inquisitive teammate crouch down in the center of the room.
Right under the opening in the roof, right next to the pillar of icy . . . stuff . . . that glittered in the light spilling down.
“Daniel.” Jack headed back into the room. “Don’t.”
The archaeologist turned glanced over his shoulder, using one hand to push his glassed further up the bridge of his nose. “What? I’m not going to-“
His other hand brushed the surface of the pillar.
“Whoa,” Daniel said, staring at his hand. A tiny white butterfly (butterfly?) sat on the tip of one finger, its wings opening and closing. “Sam
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Because I Could Not Stop for DeathizhilzhaJanuary 16 2007, 08:07:17 UTC
note: yikes. this one got longish, and if you like it, there's a possibility that i might expand this into a proper fic. Grissom and Death is like a weird OTP...When Gil Grissom opened his eyes for the last time, he thought he was alone
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Yes, it does make it difficult to accept the probable, doesn't it?
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Jack checked the corridor, then turned back to the spacious chamber just in time to see his far-too-inquisitive teammate crouch down in the center of the room.
Right under the opening in the roof, right next to the pillar of icy . . . stuff . . . that glittered in the light spilling down.
“Daniel.” Jack headed back into the room. “Don’t.”
The archaeologist turned glanced over his shoulder, using one hand to push his glassed further up the bridge of his nose. “What? I’m not going to-“
His other hand brushed the surface of the pillar.
“Whoa,” Daniel said, staring at his hand. A tiny white butterfly (butterfly?) sat on the tip of one finger, its wings opening and closing. “Sam ( ... )
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(And if that "yes" is also to the possibility of turning this into a "real" fic...I'm seriously considering it right now.)
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