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Future Imperfect by Sally Reeve (PG-13)
Hi, I'm Lin, and I'll be your Stargate SG-1 driver this month. You'll mostly see Sam/Jack here, although I'm planning on throwing in my favourites from a couple of other pairing too. Enjoy!
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Author on LJ: Not as far as I know.
Author Website: Sally's Fan Fiction
Why this must be read:
Sally Reeve is one of the classics in Sam/Jack fanfic. She used to be fairly prolific, and every fic on her site is excellent, but where I think she really comes into her own is with her novel length fic.
This piece is close to 600Kb in size, and it's worth every single minute it takes to read. Jack's no longer at the SGC. He's moved on and so has Sam. Or so they both think, until they meet four years later at a conference. Sally takes Sam and Jack on an emotional rollercoaster (if you'll pardon the cliché), and keeps them realistic and in character at the same time. It's a shame we rarely see the characters this 'real' on the show.
She smiled slightly as she remembered how it had been, the banter, the teasing. The team. And a pang of regret sounded deep down inside, escaping as a soft sigh. O’Neill’s eyes were instantly on her, curious and guarded. Sam smiled, catching him and holding him with a look. "Daniel said you were in town last week."
"Yeah," he nodded. "Just for a few hours."
"You should have called."
"I did," he replied smoothly. "I called Daniel."
If that was meant to hurt, it did. Sam looked away, irritated with herself and him. The silence between them was masked by the noise of the room, but to Sam it was as profound as the past. It spoke of everything that had once been, could have been and now would never be. It spoke of regret, above all, and missed opportunities.
"Daniel said things are going well."
She hadn’t expected him to speak again, and looked over with surprise. His face was as grave as ever, but his arm had moved from around Laura’s shoulders and he was swishing the remains of his drink around the bottom of his glass. "They are," she replied slowly. "We’re making good progress."
He nodded, still avoiding looking at her. "You are, apparently," he said. "Sounds like you’ll be the CO of the whole joint in a couple of years."
"I doubt it," she smiled. "General Taylor’s not going anywhere."
He did look up then, brushing her face with a glance before he gazed away into the crowd. "Seems like a long time ago now."
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
He looked at her briefly before dropping his gaze back to the dregs of his drink. "Funny how things work out."
Future Imperfect
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Author on LJ: Not as far as I know.
Author Website: Sally's Fan Fiction
Why this must be read:
Sally Reeve is one of the classics in Sam/Jack fanfic. She used to be fairly prolific, and every fic on her site is excellent, but where I think she really comes into her own is with her novel length fic.
This piece is close to 600Kb in size, and it's worth every single minute it takes to read. Jack's no longer at the SGC. He's moved on and so has Sam. Or so they both think, until they meet four years later at a conference. Sally takes Sam and Jack on an emotional rollercoaster (if you'll pardon the cliché), and keeps them realistic and in character at the same time. It's a shame we rarely see the characters this 'real' on the show.
She smiled slightly as she remembered how it had been, the banter, the teasing. The team. And a pang of regret sounded deep down inside, escaping as a soft sigh. O’Neill’s eyes were instantly on her, curious and guarded. Sam smiled, catching him and holding him with a look. "Daniel said you were in town last week."
"Yeah," he nodded. "Just for a few hours."
"You should have called."
"I did," he replied smoothly. "I called Daniel."
If that was meant to hurt, it did. Sam looked away, irritated with herself and him. The silence between them was masked by the noise of the room, but to Sam it was as profound as the past. It spoke of everything that had once been, could have been and now would never be. It spoke of regret, above all, and missed opportunities.
"Daniel said things are going well."
She hadn’t expected him to speak again, and looked over with surprise. His face was as grave as ever, but his arm had moved from around Laura’s shoulders and he was swishing the remains of his drink around the bottom of his glass. "They are," she replied slowly. "We’re making good progress."
He nodded, still avoiding looking at her. "You are, apparently," he said. "Sounds like you’ll be the CO of the whole joint in a couple of years."
"I doubt it," she smiled. "General Taylor’s not going anywhere."
He did look up then, brushing her face with a glance before he gazed away into the crowd. "Seems like a long time ago now."
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
He looked at her briefly before dropping his gaze back to the dregs of his drink. "Funny how things work out."
Future Imperfect