He stood solemnly before the mirror, slowly, carefully dragging the razor sharp knife across his scalp.  It had been a long time since he had participated in this ritual but the effect was surprisingly calming. With one last stroke he scraped away the symbol of freedom, the long hair and returned to the person he had always been inside - a Jaffa ( Read more... )

This is my ficlet contribution for the Jack Alpha Bits section of  SG-1 GenFic day.  I haven't written fic in months and I think this has stirred the muse.  It's a tag for Unending.

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He stood ramrod straight in the formation, the look on his face as frozen as the ship he stared at through the observation window. They would have ( Read more... )