In A House Made Of Sycamore, by mz_bstone. (R - NC-17)
Rec Category: Episode Related
Pairing: Daniel/Jack, with Hathor
Category: episode tag, AU, Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill
Warning: dark themes
Author on LJ: mz_bstone
Author's Website: None, as far as I know.
Link: In A House Made Of Sycamore
Summary: What if they hadn't defeated Hathor?
Why This Must Be Read:
This is a brilliant take on the idea what might've happened if Hathor hadn't been defeated. Creepy and heart breaking, the story manages to create a very believable scenario. It stayed with me for a long time.
Hathor's First Prime watched, face impassive, as the first mature symbiote slid down the throat of the Beloved.
There would be no marks, no scars to mar pale flesh.
When the Beloved opened his eyes he said, "Our Mother, Our Queen!" and slid to the floor, naked, to kiss the curves of her thighs. When he rose and turned his white gaze flashed and flared as it came to rest on the First Prime, and his tongue touched his lips as though remembering a taste. He smiled, almost sweetly.
So, thought the First Prime. Something of the host does survive.
Pairing: Daniel/Jack, with Hathor
Category: episode tag, AU, Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill
Warning: dark themes
Author on LJ: mz_bstone
Author's Website: None, as far as I know.
Link: In A House Made Of Sycamore
Summary: What if they hadn't defeated Hathor?
Why This Must Be Read:
This is a brilliant take on the idea what might've happened if Hathor hadn't been defeated. Creepy and heart breaking, the story manages to create a very believable scenario. It stayed with me for a long time.
Hathor's First Prime watched, face impassive, as the first mature symbiote slid down the throat of the Beloved.
There would be no marks, no scars to mar pale flesh.
When the Beloved opened his eyes he said, "Our Mother, Our Queen!" and slid to the floor, naked, to kiss the curves of her thighs. When he rose and turned his white gaze flashed and flared as it came to rest on the First Prime, and his tongue touched his lips as though remembering a taste. He smiled, almost sweetly.
So, thought the First Prime. Something of the host does survive.