Title: Silent Night
Rating: G
Challenge: Snow -
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Title: Worn Down Boots
Rating: PG
Challenge: Redux -
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The quick-minded Air Force recruit who used to be the newest member of Stargate Command stares about him in complete surprise.

“It’s- it’s the end of the world!”

White light pooling around her, on her, like water, Samantha tilts her head to the side and considers the molecules of hydrogen and carbon floating past, spiraling together in an eternal ( Read more... )

Who are you, who reads my words now? Do you come in peace, with high ideals and dreams, or have you slaughtered all who stood against you to gain this? If you are hoping for secrets, this will give you none; if you are looking for wisdom, I doubt you will find it.

But if you are searching for the last thoughts of someone who has had the galaxy ( Read more... )

It was eerie, like looking in a mirror; every hair, every freckle, every scar and oft-chewed-upon nail exactly the same. Carbon copy, duplicate, replica, twin, whatever you wanted to call it…

All he knew was that there were two Carters staring at each other, and it was beyond weird.

To tell the truth, it was down right creepy.

Yeah, sure, they’d ( Read more... )

There was a tight knot in his throat, one he couldn’t swallow, one that cut off his breath and made him feel light-headed. In an angry sort of way, he was almost glad; at least he was suffering, if not as much as she was.

Her slick fingers gripped his, threatening to slip out of his hand because her blood coated it, red and vibrant and meaning ( Read more... )

We are young. In the eyes of the world, the galaxy, time itself and our peers, we are so very young. Infants, barely out of diapers, crawling around the universe with guns and C4.

If I wasn’t one of them, I might be scared.

But I am, and I have to tell you: while it may take us a while, we learn. We understand, we comprehend, and much more ( Read more... )

She said it was because her mother had made it for her, that it reminded her of sunshine and birthdays. He remembered, because when she spoke of her mother her smile changed, became brighter, somehow. That had struck him, because he would have thought that remembering a deceased parent would be painful.

But not for her; not for Samantha Carter.

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“You always did do things that way,” he comments, looking down at her from where he stands in the doorway.

“Hmm?” She turns her face up towards him, her greasy hands stilling in the belly of the motorcycle.

The cool condensation from the beer he’s holding drips onto the concrete as he gazes at her, like he is waiting for her to come to some ( Read more... )

Here's a secret: there's a logical reason for all of Vala's hair styles. Here's a second one: Daniel knows it.

In fact, should one choose to view the situation logically, he may in fact know more about it than she does.

A surprise? Not really. Daniel is perceptive; he picks up on the little things, the subtle signs that others miss. It's this ( Read more... )