Z is for Zat, by Nightspear (PG)
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: Jonas Quinn
Characters: Teal'c, Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Categories: gen, character study, friendship
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: night_spear1287
Author's Website: List of Stories
Link: Z is for Zat
Why This Must Be Read: An excellent look at Jonas and his gradual progression from frightened outsider to team member, touched with his own perspective on the nature of choice and responsibility. Jack is perfectly in character here, as is Sam and Teal'c. This is a good, solid S6 fic that does Jonas (and the team) justice.
There were Jaffa bodies lying on the floor of the teltak by the time Jonas managed to get his zat primed and ready to shoot. Teal'c raised an eyebrow at him and put his own weapon away.
Should have been there, Jonas thought as they flew back to Earth's surface, both of them imagining the rest of SG-1 stuck in a mothership. Shouldn't have just stood there. He was always just standing there. He glared at his zat, as if it were to blame for his own errors.
It wasn't cowardice, he found, or at least, not of the sort that feared giving his own life for the team. He could hold his breath until he thought his lungs would burst, knowing there was no way out if he failed...but even as O'Neill gave him a sideways, half-approving smile from under freezing and dripping-wet hair, he knew that one day, it would come to bullets and energy blasts, and on that day, if he hesitated, there would be more lost than himself. Holding one's breath only did any good when one was under water. Holding one's breath was one-way, and exchanging fire with an enemy wasn't.
O'Neill knew that, too. He took Jonas to the range again and taught him to load, hold, shoot, and clean a pistol, and then a P90, but when they went off-world, it was still 'zat only.' Jonas tried not to show how relieved he was.
Rec Category: Jonas Quinn
Characters: Teal'c, Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Categories: gen, character study, friendship
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: night_spear1287
Author's Website: List of Stories
Link: Z is for Zat
Why This Must Be Read: An excellent look at Jonas and his gradual progression from frightened outsider to team member, touched with his own perspective on the nature of choice and responsibility. Jack is perfectly in character here, as is Sam and Teal'c. This is a good, solid S6 fic that does Jonas (and the team) justice.
There were Jaffa bodies lying on the floor of the teltak by the time Jonas managed to get his zat primed and ready to shoot. Teal'c raised an eyebrow at him and put his own weapon away.
Should have been there, Jonas thought as they flew back to Earth's surface, both of them imagining the rest of SG-1 stuck in a mothership. Shouldn't have just stood there. He was always just standing there. He glared at his zat, as if it were to blame for his own errors.
It wasn't cowardice, he found, or at least, not of the sort that feared giving his own life for the team. He could hold his breath until he thought his lungs would burst, knowing there was no way out if he failed...but even as O'Neill gave him a sideways, half-approving smile from under freezing and dripping-wet hair, he knew that one day, it would come to bullets and energy blasts, and on that day, if he hesitated, there would be more lost than himself. Holding one's breath only did any good when one was under water. Holding one's breath was one-way, and exchanging fire with an enemy wasn't.
O'Neill knew that, too. He took Jonas to the range again and taught him to load, hold, shoot, and clean a pistol, and then a P90, but when they went off-world, it was still 'zat only.' Jonas tried not to show how relieved he was.