It's Like That One Song by kuonji (G)
Show: SG1
Rec Category: Humor
Characters: Sam, Jack, Daniel, Teal'c
Pairing: none
Het/Slash/Gen: gen
Warning: none
Author on LJ: kuonji
Author's Website: Masterlist Directory on LJ
Link: It's Like That One Song
Why this must be read:
Oh how to introduce this treasure of a fic?! Kuonji uses song lyrics and pop culture to show us a team coming together, developing into one unit. And she makes us laugh at the same time!! She shows us different scenarios where those references pay a key part in the story and shows us that Earth culture is EVERWHERE... O.O Or maybe we're just all linked on a weird cosmic level.... *shrug* Who knows, but this hilarious and intelligent journey through puns will make you giggle and just want to huggle your team!
Story Summary: There's a song from Earth that goes like this... one, two, three, four, five...
The shaman appeared from his tent in a cape of bright red, a color Teal'c had not seen anywhere else in the nomadic troop. Perhaps it was a sacred color, or one denoting high rank. The shaman had also dyed his hands and feet scarlet, and red paint adorned his mouth, nose, and eyes.
The final effect was perhaps fearful to the people of the troop. Teal'c's companions, though, would probably call him 'clownish'. Despite their obvious amusement, they nevertheless received the shaman with the utmost respect.
The shaman spread his large, red-colored feet and opened his arms wide, revealing a bright yellow tunic underneath, like a beetle opening its carapace. He looked intently into each of their eyes. "Do you," he asked in a serious tone, "believe in magic?"
The other members of SG-1 were silent for long enough that Teal'c stepped in.
"We believe there are things which we cannot explain. Yet, our goal is to explore these mysteries in search of answers. Whether or not we meet this goal is immaterial, for it is the journey and not the destination that we seek."
The camp was silent as the shaman considered this.
Finally, he nodded, and he showed Teal'c a yellow-toothed grin. "Strangers of the standing water," he declared, "come feast with us!"
Teal'c bowed. Keeping his gaze respectfully on his host, he focused his attention on his teammates as he replied, "We will surely enjoy sharing a happy meal with you."
Rec Category: Humor
Characters: Sam, Jack, Daniel, Teal'c
Pairing: none
Het/Slash/Gen: gen
Warning: none
Author on LJ: kuonji
Author's Website: Masterlist Directory on LJ
Link: It's Like That One Song
Why this must be read:
Oh how to introduce this treasure of a fic?! Kuonji uses song lyrics and pop culture to show us a team coming together, developing into one unit. And she makes us laugh at the same time!! She shows us different scenarios where those references pay a key part in the story and shows us that Earth culture is EVERWHERE... O.O Or maybe we're just all linked on a weird cosmic level.... *shrug* Who knows, but this hilarious and intelligent journey through puns will make you giggle and just want to huggle your team!
Story Summary: There's a song from Earth that goes like this... one, two, three, four, five...
The shaman appeared from his tent in a cape of bright red, a color Teal'c had not seen anywhere else in the nomadic troop. Perhaps it was a sacred color, or one denoting high rank. The shaman had also dyed his hands and feet scarlet, and red paint adorned his mouth, nose, and eyes.
The final effect was perhaps fearful to the people of the troop. Teal'c's companions, though, would probably call him 'clownish'. Despite their obvious amusement, they nevertheless received the shaman with the utmost respect.
The shaman spread his large, red-colored feet and opened his arms wide, revealing a bright yellow tunic underneath, like a beetle opening its carapace. He looked intently into each of their eyes. "Do you," he asked in a serious tone, "believe in magic?"
The other members of SG-1 were silent for long enough that Teal'c stepped in.
"We believe there are things which we cannot explain. Yet, our goal is to explore these mysteries in search of answers. Whether or not we meet this goal is immaterial, for it is the journey and not the destination that we seek."
The camp was silent as the shaman considered this.
Finally, he nodded, and he showed Teal'c a yellow-toothed grin. "Strangers of the standing water," he declared, "come feast with us!"
Teal'c bowed. Keeping his gaze respectfully on his host, he focused his attention on his teammates as he replied, "We will surely enjoy sharing a happy meal with you."