U is for Unheimlich, by Magistrate (PG)
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: General Hammond
Characters: General Hammond, Teal'c, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Walter Harriman
Categories: gen, drama, team, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: magibrain
Author's Website: magistrate at AO3
Link: U is for Unheimlich
Why This Must Be Read: The team brings a literal ghost story back to the SGC, and General Hammond has to guide his people through to a safe exorcism.
This is a fabulous, spooky story that speaks of strength of character, leadership, alienness, and personal courage. There is so much here: Sam and Daniel in an unusual Wonder Twins mode, Teal'c with his experience and weight of history, Hammond's determination to protect his people despite themselves, and competence from just about everyone, which is something I always love!
This will grip you and absorb you, and leave a lingering knowledge that the SGC will never really understand everything that they encounter through the Stargate.
Hammond was about to follow him when a flicker of light caught the corner of his eye, familiar and utterly out of place.
The Stargate stood still and empty. Or it feigned emptiness. Hammond turned; if he kept it in his peripheral vision, he could almost see the event horizon; could see the light which scattered across the walls. But when he faced it, the great Naqahdah circle was dead.
With Jack gone the only person in the Gateroom was the custodian, sweeping a mop across the space at the foot of the ramp with a kind of meditative evenness. Hammond walked up to stand beside him, trying to put his finger on what was out of place, here; the Stargate took up his attention, smoothing it away from anything else. He could turn away, look at something: no, the custodian was on his schedule; no, the lights were all on; no, the window to the control room was visible as it should have been, as the blast doors had no reason to be down.
No reason to be down. It was a strange hiccup in his thinking, as though noticing an absence wasn't something he was accustomed to.
He turned, though a strange pressure along his spine warned him not to turn his back to the Stargate, and made a slow examination of the room.
-he was left with the image of his son's turned back-
Hammond turned to the the control room's window. "Sergeant Harriman!"
The sergeant looked up, then reached to his station's mic. "General?"
"Where's the response team?" Hammond asked.
A look of confusion crossed Harriman's face.
"Our standing orders are to keep this room guarded at all times," Hammond said. "There should be men on the emplacements, at minimum."
The look of confusion deepened, and Harriman turned to look at each of the mounted guns. The guns were where they should be. As they should be. Hammond could almost see the sergeant working through to the realization that there was something conceptually wrong in what he was seeing.
"I didn't-," he admitted. "I didn't notice them leave, sir."
Rec Category: General Hammond
Characters: General Hammond, Teal'c, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Walter Harriman
Categories: gen, drama, team, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: magibrain
Author's Website: magistrate at AO3
Link: U is for Unheimlich
Why This Must Be Read: The team brings a literal ghost story back to the SGC, and General Hammond has to guide his people through to a safe exorcism.
This is a fabulous, spooky story that speaks of strength of character, leadership, alienness, and personal courage. There is so much here: Sam and Daniel in an unusual Wonder Twins mode, Teal'c with his experience and weight of history, Hammond's determination to protect his people despite themselves, and competence from just about everyone, which is something I always love!
This will grip you and absorb you, and leave a lingering knowledge that the SGC will never really understand everything that they encounter through the Stargate.
Hammond was about to follow him when a flicker of light caught the corner of his eye, familiar and utterly out of place.
The Stargate stood still and empty. Or it feigned emptiness. Hammond turned; if he kept it in his peripheral vision, he could almost see the event horizon; could see the light which scattered across the walls. But when he faced it, the great Naqahdah circle was dead.
With Jack gone the only person in the Gateroom was the custodian, sweeping a mop across the space at the foot of the ramp with a kind of meditative evenness. Hammond walked up to stand beside him, trying to put his finger on what was out of place, here; the Stargate took up his attention, smoothing it away from anything else. He could turn away, look at something: no, the custodian was on his schedule; no, the lights were all on; no, the window to the control room was visible as it should have been, as the blast doors had no reason to be down.
No reason to be down. It was a strange hiccup in his thinking, as though noticing an absence wasn't something he was accustomed to.
He turned, though a strange pressure along his spine warned him not to turn his back to the Stargate, and made a slow examination of the room.
-he was left with the image of his son's turned back-
Hammond turned to the the control room's window. "Sergeant Harriman!"
The sergeant looked up, then reached to his station's mic. "General?"
"Where's the response team?" Hammond asked.
A look of confusion crossed Harriman's face.
"Our standing orders are to keep this room guarded at all times," Hammond said. "There should be men on the emplacements, at minimum."
The look of confusion deepened, and Harriman turned to look at each of the mounted guns. The guns were where they should be. As they should be. Hammond could almost see the sergeant working through to the realization that there was something conceptually wrong in what he was seeing.
"I didn't-," he admitted. "I didn't notice them leave, sir."