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ext_1764 ([identity profile] babylil.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2005-09-30 04:11 pm
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The Furies Wept, by Nanda (PG-13)

Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] nandamai
Author Website: nanda's lament
Why this must be read:

I'm breaking my own rule with this, my last rec. I said I wasn't going to rec the same author twice. However, Nanda has just posted a sequel to her fic 'Salvage', which I recced earlier this month, and I would be remiss if I failed to draw your attention to it.

There's action, adventure, snarky Jacob, and a great portrayal of Sam and Jack as the bickering, irritable, and yet adorable couple they would almost certainly be.



Jacob sets his menu aside.

"Have you made up your mind, Dad?" She puts
on a big smile. "What are you having?"

"I just can't believe you let
this happen, Sam."

Her shoulders slump. "Dad," she says, exasperated.
Jack surveys the restaurant and decides nobody's listening.

"And you."
Jacob's forehead twitches as he focuses on Jack. "What the hell were you
thinking, getting involved with a subordinate? I thought you were smarter than
that."

"Hey! I did not get involved with a subordinate! We didn't start
dating until —"

Jacob looms closer to Jack. "No, you just had, what, a
one-night stand with her?"

"Oh, God." Carter sinks back in the chair,
staring at the ceiling.

Enough already. They're both too old to be
lectured about their personal lives. "I suppose that's a fair assessment,
Jacob."

"Jack!"

Jack shrugs, semi-apologetically. Carter drills
him with a glare and then turns back to her father, whose jaw is actually open
in surprise. "He also resigned his commission to help protect my career at the
SGC, Dad."

"Is that supposed to impress me?"

"I did?"


She kicks him under the table. Damn, she has good aim — which must be
Jacob's fault. "Jack, help me out here, will you?"

Young Sean reappears,
and none of the three of them says a word. The kid looks between their faces.
"Should I give you a minute to decide?" he asks.



The Furies Wept