An Unexpected Corner of the World, by K Hanna Korossy (PG)
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack and Teal'c friendship
Characters: Teal'c, Jack O'Neill, team
Categories: gen, drama, hurt/comfort
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: K Hanna Korossy at AO3
Link: An Unexpected Corner of the World
Why This Must Be Read: I love early S1 Teal'c, when our favorite Jaffa is still trying to come to grips with the bizarre world and culture of the Tau'ri. And I love Jack fulfilling his promise to show Teal'c "our world." So this story, where a trip to a hockey game ends in disaster and Teal'c hasn't yet learned to cope with emergencies outside the SGC, is definitely a winner! Add some extra teamy goodness and classic Teal'c pwnage at the end of the fic for an extra treat. :)
“Any…help comin’?”
Teal’c braced himself to admit failure. “I have been unable to summon assistance as of yet.”
But there was no condemnation forthcoming; O’Neill seemed to have expected as much. “’s a phone…glove compartment. Green button…” He blinked heavily, eyes going unfocused.
“O’Neill,” Teal’c said sternly, jerking the man’s attention back once more. “You are not wearing gloves.”
O’Neill’s mouth twisted into an attempt at a smile. “C’mpartment…inna dash…front of your seat. Not gloves…” He stiffened, face contorting with struggle and pain, fighting a battle Teal’c, for once, could not fight with him.
But he wished fruitlessly he could bear some measure of it in his friend’s place.
The worst of the suffering finally eased, leaving O’Neill looking white even in the thin moonlight. “Fun,” he said breathlessly. “Not ’xactly hockey, but…” He stared hard at Teal’c. “T-phone. Green button. Nine-one-one. Route one-fifteen. That’ll…” His grip loosened. “…that’ll…help…” His eyes shut again and he went limp.
Rec Category: Jack and Teal'c friendship
Characters: Teal'c, Jack O'Neill, team
Categories: gen, drama, hurt/comfort
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: K Hanna Korossy at AO3
Link: An Unexpected Corner of the World
Why This Must Be Read: I love early S1 Teal'c, when our favorite Jaffa is still trying to come to grips with the bizarre world and culture of the Tau'ri. And I love Jack fulfilling his promise to show Teal'c "our world." So this story, where a trip to a hockey game ends in disaster and Teal'c hasn't yet learned to cope with emergencies outside the SGC, is definitely a winner! Add some extra teamy goodness and classic Teal'c pwnage at the end of the fic for an extra treat. :)
“Any…help comin’?”
Teal’c braced himself to admit failure. “I have been unable to summon assistance as of yet.”
But there was no condemnation forthcoming; O’Neill seemed to have expected as much. “’s a phone…glove compartment. Green button…” He blinked heavily, eyes going unfocused.
“O’Neill,” Teal’c said sternly, jerking the man’s attention back once more. “You are not wearing gloves.”
O’Neill’s mouth twisted into an attempt at a smile. “C’mpartment…inna dash…front of your seat. Not gloves…” He stiffened, face contorting with struggle and pain, fighting a battle Teal’c, for once, could not fight with him.
But he wished fruitlessly he could bear some measure of it in his friend’s place.
The worst of the suffering finally eased, leaving O’Neill looking white even in the thin moonlight. “Fun,” he said breathlessly. “Not ’xactly hockey, but…” He stared hard at Teal’c. “T-phone. Green button. Nine-one-one. Route one-fifteen. That’ll…” His grip loosened. “…that’ll…help…” His eyes shut again and he went limp.