This Time, by princessofg. (NC-17)

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Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Daniel/Jack/Sam/Teal'c
Length: ~ 3,060 words
Author on LJ: princessofg
Author Website: None, as far as I know, but you can find her fanfiction in her lj's memories.

Why this must be read:

Many OT4 stories are pretty angsty, and while it's understandable it's nice to find a story where there's a little bit more romance. This has a slight meditative quality to it, but the warm and fuzzy is intersected with sharp and poignant descriptions.
I love how all of them are equals here, this isn't Daniel and Jack or Jack and Sam with side dishes, but it's all four of them together, sharing and giving.

This time they all ganged up on Teal’c, because he needed it. He didn’t tell them that, of course, but he did. Sam knew that it had been hard for him to confront his former, what, comrade? Brother in arms? Anyway, it had been the day before on P2X-983 -- well, it was the day before by some calculation. Eleven hours before, how about putting it that way. Meeting Jaffa who knew Teal’c was always difficult, like being blindsided. And it was even harder when, like this time, they confronted Serpent guards from what was left of Apophis’ forces. Those were scattered now, defeated or ambushed, suborned or dead, their bodies littering a dozen worlds. Mal’tac had not been a friend of Teal’c, exactly, but.... It was just hard.

So he never asked for them to care for him in that way, when something went wrong for him in particular. But tonight, they all wanted to do that. Tonight it was for him. They met at Sam’s this time. Often they went to Jack’s, sometimes to Daniel’s, but tonight they were at Sam’s. She’d driven Teal’c from the mountain, or actually, he’d driven her car, just for fun, and the two of them came into the quiet, still house, and kicked their shoes off in the front hall. She’d barely been home for a month, and the house smelled dusty and the air felt stale. Sam opened the last beer languishing in the fridge, and gave Teal’c a Pepsi with ice, and kidded around with him and fed him Doritoes and some kind of canned bean dip -- all she had in the way of snack food after the hellish couple of weeks they’d had -- and then Daniel and the colonel showed up bearing pizza and a cold twelve-pack. But they didn’t get to the pizza for a while, and Sam, as it turned out, didn‘t get to the pizza at all.

This Time.