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A White Dove by Jemima Pereira (PG)
Fandom: STARGATE SG1
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Jemima's Chevron
Why this must be read: I honestly can't believe this story hasn't been rec'd before. This is AU fiction -- hell, Stargate fiction -- at its very best. It's about a Sam, and a Jack, and how they're both a little lost and looking for a way to keep living and fighting. If you enjoyed episodes like, There But For The Grace Of God and Point Of View, and like a good apocafic, you'll love this.
A list of cities destroyed around the world sat on his desk; Hammond looked away. "This matter is not up for debate, Major."
Sam stood up. "Jack wouldn't have let this happen." He would have talked to the Asgard, convinced Thor, found an answer.
"Jack isn't here." Hammond stood as well and put a hand on her shoulder. "Off the record, Major, Dr. Jackson has decided to leave with the last outgoing wormhole. If you want to go with him..."
Sam shook her head, closing her eyes before tears could come. She couldn't explain - she didn't want to stay on a subjugated Earth, but neither did she want to be a refugee fighting an endless, hopeless war.
"We were supposed to be the fifth race," she said. A surge of anger held back her tears.
He squeezed her shoulder. "I know."
A White Dove
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Jemima's Chevron
Why this must be read: I honestly can't believe this story hasn't been rec'd before. This is AU fiction -- hell, Stargate fiction -- at its very best. It's about a Sam, and a Jack, and how they're both a little lost and looking for a way to keep living and fighting. If you enjoyed episodes like, There But For The Grace Of God and Point Of View, and like a good apocafic, you'll love this.
A list of cities destroyed around the world sat on his desk; Hammond looked away. "This matter is not up for debate, Major."
Sam stood up. "Jack wouldn't have let this happen." He would have talked to the Asgard, convinced Thor, found an answer.
"Jack isn't here." Hammond stood as well and put a hand on her shoulder. "Off the record, Major, Dr. Jackson has decided to leave with the last outgoing wormhole. If you want to go with him..."
Sam shook her head, closing her eyes before tears could come. She couldn't explain - she didn't want to stay on a subjugated Earth, but neither did she want to be a refugee fighting an endless, hopeless war.
"We were supposed to be the fifth race," she said. A surge of anger held back her tears.
He squeezed her shoulder. "I know."
A White Dove