The Magnificent Seven / Stargate: SG-1 (PG-13)

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Title: Stargate SG-7, by Kitipurr
Pairing: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: All Ezra listing
Why this must be read:

I'm a sucker for stories in which SG-1 gets to explain to someone that they have been traveling across the galaxy through an ancient device called the Stargate, the Egyptian gods were actually wormy parasites, and a desperate, secret war is being waged against powerful aliens with advanced technology. Can't you just imagine the look on Chris Larabee's face?

General Hammond asks Jack O'Neill to help pick out the leader for a newly forming SG team. Naturally old acquaintance Chris Larabee comes to mind.

'Stargate SG-7' is enjoyably rambling - full of sly humor, twists, and interesting characters as Chris's team comes together. I got a special kick out of how Kitipurr maneuvered Ezra onto the team when he really should have been imprisoned for high treason.

So enjoy and then join me in trying to convince Kitipurr to write a sequel.

Try Stargate SG-7

Jack cocked his head. He had suspected for a while now that he might get pressed into this particular service. "General, if you really want to trust me with this job, I already have someone in mind."

"You do?" The general leaned back in his chair, studying his man carefully. "Anyone I know?"

"Probably not, sir," Jack conceded. "Navy man, actually. Old friend from a few joint missions back in my glory days; saved his butt once or twice and vice versa, and we just clicked really well. He was a SEAL leader for a long time before he retired and moved to Arizona. He has a good sized ranch outside of Phoenix; raises horses I believe."

"And you think he'd be interested?"

"Chris always had a taste for the completely insane missions, sir," Jack grinned. "And let's face it, you have to be just a little bit on the crazy side to play this game." The general chuckled, which Jack took as a good sign so he continued. "Last I had heard from Chris was about two years ago, just after his wife and son were killed. Not long after that I went on the Abydos mission and sort of got distracted. About a year ago, right before Apophis showed up, I had run into an old friend of his, one of his SEALs, and heard Chris wasn't doing too well."

"And now?" Hammond asked. "I assume since you're suggesting the man that you've done some more recent research?"

"Well, based on the check I ran two weeks ago he's stopped getting arrested for drunk and disorderly," Jack said with a wince. Hammond would hear all the black marks at some point, so Jack figured he might as well tell all right up front. That way he could put his own spin on it. "He's no longer dropping a C-note a week at his local liquor stores and he's been paying his bills on time for almost six months now. So while he's probably still the surliest bastard this side of a wet tom cat with a bad case of mange in a cage full of hungry pit bulls, it sounds like he's pulled himself back together."

"Sounds like a prince," Hammond said wryly. "But if you think this is the man for the job, I'll leave it to you to make the first approach. Now, I know you've done this before, but I'll remind you anyway of the limitations of what you can tell him."

"Not to worry, sir, I remember the drill well."

Stargate SG-7