Five Times Sam Dreamed of Daniel by Thayln (PG by reccer)
Rec Category: Sam and Daniel Friendship
Pairing: None
Category: Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson, Sam and Daniel Friendship, five things, episode related
Warning: none
Author on LJ thayln
Author's Website: link to stories
Link: Five Times Sam Dreamed of Daniel
Why This Must Be Read:
Written for an sg1_five_things prompt, this series of five dreams spans the 10 years of Sam and Daniel's friendship and covers the humor, angst, loss, and comfort that defines their relationship. It ends with a beautiful picture of how much they mean to each other and the understanding they do and don't have and how much they can move beyond that and simply believe in each other.
“Who are you?” She was ashamed of how her voice trembled.
He looked at her then, really looked at her, and she gasped as her mind remembered pain. She started to fall even as his hand reached out, and she slammed back into her body, into the tiny house that was both there and not.
“Sam?” Daniel was kneeling down next to her, sharp concern creasing his forehead, and he was achingly familiar again, rumpled and unshaven. There were dark shadows under his eyes.
“You look tired.” Her voice was a croak.
"Sam." He shook his head a little, and she cringed at the pain that flared in his eyes.
She couldn't speak.
Pairing: None
Category: Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson, Sam and Daniel Friendship, five things, episode related
Warning: none
Author on LJ thayln
Author's Website: link to stories
Link: Five Times Sam Dreamed of Daniel
Why This Must Be Read:
Written for an sg1_five_things prompt, this series of five dreams spans the 10 years of Sam and Daniel's friendship and covers the humor, angst, loss, and comfort that defines their relationship. It ends with a beautiful picture of how much they mean to each other and the understanding they do and don't have and how much they can move beyond that and simply believe in each other.
“Who are you?” She was ashamed of how her voice trembled.
He looked at her then, really looked at her, and she gasped as her mind remembered pain. She started to fall even as his hand reached out, and she slammed back into her body, into the tiny house that was both there and not.
“Sam?” Daniel was kneeling down next to her, sharp concern creasing his forehead, and he was achingly familiar again, rumpled and unshaven. There were dark shadows under his eyes.
“You look tired.” Her voice was a croak.
"Sam." He shook his head a little, and she cringed at the pain that flared in his eyes.
She couldn't speak.