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crack_van2007-02-28 09:32 pm
splash-the-cat.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-02-28 09:32 pm
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Unforgotten by Cofax (G)
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cofax7
Author Website: Alchemy, Mouldiwarps and Coprophagy
Why this must be read:
This is one of those pieces that always gets me, no matter how many times I read it. It's a short character piece – Sam and Rya'c memorializing what they've lost in one possible future – but it creates a vivid and enticing suggestion of the larger story that must have led to the small glimpse Cofax gives.
"What happened to them?" Rya'c asks suddenly, as if this is his only chance. It might be: any other time, they would be at the SGC, the Colonel would be too guarded, someone might overhear them. But here, they are just two people, the darkness hiding her authority and the pouch scars on his abdomen.
"I can't--" she begins, and then stops. She sighs, and looks down at the empty beer bottle in her hand. "I don't really know, Rya'c. That's the problem. They went out, and -- well, they never came back."
Unforgotten
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
cofax7Author Website: Alchemy, Mouldiwarps and Coprophagy
Why this must be read:
This is one of those pieces that always gets me, no matter how many times I read it. It's a short character piece – Sam and Rya'c memorializing what they've lost in one possible future – but it creates a vivid and enticing suggestion of the larger story that must have led to the small glimpse Cofax gives.
"What happened to them?" Rya'c asks suddenly, as if this is his only chance. It might be: any other time, they would be at the SGC, the Colonel would be too guarded, someone might overhear them. But here, they are just two people, the darkness hiding her authority and the pouch scars on his abdomen.
"I can't--" she begins, and then stops. She sighs, and looks down at the empty beer bottle in her hand. "I don't really know, Rya'c. That's the problem. They went out, and -- well, they never came back."
Unforgotten