Second Chances by JoaG with Epilogue by Darcy (PG)
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Teal'c, Danny Jackson
Categories: Gen, H/C, kid-fic (sort of)
Warnings: Off-screen cannon minor character deaths, grief
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author's Website: StargateFan
Link: Second Chances
Why This Must Be Read: Aaah, the good ol' Quantum Mirror... I'm a sucker for a good Quantum Mirror fic. Well okay, this isn't quite a Quantum Mirror fic: it's a Quantum-Mirror-esque-device-with-a-twist fic. A twist the team doesn't realize until they're on the other side: a time travel function. Oops. And so they arrive at Met in 1972.
This story is a unique look at an old SG1 troupe with an interesting plot that's both emotionally charged and with a clever resolution. And the epilogue is a perfect ending that leaves you with a tearful smile.
"You sure you’re gonna be able to connect your computer to that thingamajig out there, Carter?" Jack asked as she closed her laptop and placed it in her pack.
"Yes Sir, it’ll only take a couple of seconds. Since the remote control is missing, if there even was one, the programme I’ve written essentially acts as the remote. I just need to plug the device into the portable battery and charge it up and give it the command to turn itself on. It’ll hold the command and the charge for sixty seconds. I’ve more or less managed to figure everything out so I can get us home in no time."
Jack nodded, realizing that if they appeared suddenly in a room full of people, they might have to make a quick escape back home. "Wait a minute, more or less managed? Is there something you’re not telling me?"
"Well, there was one button that we haven’t been able to figure out yet. I have a couple of theories but they’re still unproven."
"That won’t affect our getting back home, will it?" Daniel asked worriedly.
Carter smiled. "No, it shouldn’t. There’s some kind of energy field being given off by the device; I think that that unknown piece is what’s causing it. It might have been damaged when the device was broken. I’ll know for sure when I examine the one on the other side."
General Hammond entered the room as SG1 stood ready to depart. Teal’c picked up the portable battery that would be used to power up the device in the other reality. Jack was uneasy with this mission; he didn’t like the fact that they’d be materializing in a room which had people in it, at least part of the time. But the fact that a child had been glimpsed on a few occasions gave him hope that the people there were at least peaceful.
"Good luck, SG1," Hammond announced. "We’ll be expecting you back in three hours."
Sam nodded, and hit a key on the laptop. A faint hum arose from the machine as its surface turned reflective. She motioned quickly for them to approach. They all placed a hand on her shoulders, and she touched the machine.
The next second Jack was standing close to the same picture-strewn wall they’d been glimpsing for the past three days. He was aware of urgent screams and yells, and the sounds of people running. He raised his weapon as a precaution, but to his surprise, nobody was paying them any attention. They all seemed to be running towards some broken pillars in the right hand corner of the large room, which looked strangely familiar to Jack.
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Teal'c, Danny Jackson
Categories: Gen, H/C, kid-fic (sort of)
Warnings: Off-screen cannon minor character deaths, grief
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author's Website: StargateFan
Link: Second Chances
Why This Must Be Read: Aaah, the good ol' Quantum Mirror... I'm a sucker for a good Quantum Mirror fic. Well okay, this isn't quite a Quantum Mirror fic: it's a Quantum-Mirror-esque-device-with-a-twist fic. A twist the team doesn't realize until they're on the other side: a time travel function. Oops. And so they arrive at Met in 1972.
This story is a unique look at an old SG1 troupe with an interesting plot that's both emotionally charged and with a clever resolution. And the epilogue is a perfect ending that leaves you with a tearful smile.
"You sure you’re gonna be able to connect your computer to that thingamajig out there, Carter?" Jack asked as she closed her laptop and placed it in her pack.
"Yes Sir, it’ll only take a couple of seconds. Since the remote control is missing, if there even was one, the programme I’ve written essentially acts as the remote. I just need to plug the device into the portable battery and charge it up and give it the command to turn itself on. It’ll hold the command and the charge for sixty seconds. I’ve more or less managed to figure everything out so I can get us home in no time."
Jack nodded, realizing that if they appeared suddenly in a room full of people, they might have to make a quick escape back home. "Wait a minute, more or less managed? Is there something you’re not telling me?"
"Well, there was one button that we haven’t been able to figure out yet. I have a couple of theories but they’re still unproven."
"That won’t affect our getting back home, will it?" Daniel asked worriedly.
Carter smiled. "No, it shouldn’t. There’s some kind of energy field being given off by the device; I think that that unknown piece is what’s causing it. It might have been damaged when the device was broken. I’ll know for sure when I examine the one on the other side."
General Hammond entered the room as SG1 stood ready to depart. Teal’c picked up the portable battery that would be used to power up the device in the other reality. Jack was uneasy with this mission; he didn’t like the fact that they’d be materializing in a room which had people in it, at least part of the time. But the fact that a child had been glimpsed on a few occasions gave him hope that the people there were at least peaceful.
"Good luck, SG1," Hammond announced. "We’ll be expecting you back in three hours."
Sam nodded, and hit a key on the laptop. A faint hum arose from the machine as its surface turned reflective. She motioned quickly for them to approach. They all placed a hand on her shoulders, and she touched the machine.
The next second Jack was standing close to the same picture-strewn wall they’d been glimpsing for the past three days. He was aware of urgent screams and yells, and the sounds of people running. He raised his weapon as a precaution, but to his surprise, nobody was paying them any attention. They all seemed to be running towards some broken pillars in the right hand corner of the large room, which looked strangely familiar to Jack.