Triggers, by Vicki Turner (PG)
Rec Category: Angst
Categories: Cassie, Jack, Sam, Daniel, Teal'c, Bill Lee, Siler, Walter the Chevron Guy, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: Vicki Turner at FF.net
Link: Triggers
Why This Must Be Read: Twelve short ficlets about the team and other characters, unexpectedly waylaid by routine matters on Earth that trigger powerful reactions to anyone involved with the Stargate. My favorite ones are Bill's and Walter's (excerpted below), but these are all so powerful: the recognition that once you know what's out there, even the most mundane events can never be quite the same.
Some memorized Shakespeare, he memorized digits of irrational numbers. After enlisting, this ability to rattle off numerical sequences was relegated to a minor note in his file, until it earned him a transfer and security clearances.
His hands were sweating.
Every IDC, current and retired, lived in his memory. Computers recorded each transmission, but SG-teams trusted his split-second confirmations. Their lives depended upon him.
Swearing loudly, he kicked the door as tremors wracked his body. His wife frowned at the dent.
"I forgot the code," his voice cracked.
"It's okay," she soothed, "It's just the garage door opener, nothing important."
Categories: Cassie, Jack, Sam, Daniel, Teal'c, Bill Lee, Siler, Walter the Chevron Guy, character study
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: Vicki Turner at FF.net
Link: Triggers
Why This Must Be Read: Twelve short ficlets about the team and other characters, unexpectedly waylaid by routine matters on Earth that trigger powerful reactions to anyone involved with the Stargate. My favorite ones are Bill's and Walter's (excerpted below), but these are all so powerful: the recognition that once you know what's out there, even the most mundane events can never be quite the same.
Some memorized Shakespeare, he memorized digits of irrational numbers. After enlisting, this ability to rattle off numerical sequences was relegated to a minor note in his file, until it earned him a transfer and security clearances.
His hands were sweating.
Every IDC, current and retired, lived in his memory. Computers recorded each transmission, but SG-teams trusted his split-second confirmations. Their lives depended upon him.
Swearing loudly, he kicked the door as tremors wracked his body. His wife frowned at the dent.
"I forgot the code," his voice cracked.
"It's okay," she soothed, "It's just the garage door opener, nothing important."