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crack_van2008-08-29 11:52 pm
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Attrition by pellucid (NC-17)
Fandom: STARGATE SG1
Pairing: Cam Mitchell/Sam Carter/Teal'c
Length: 2000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pellucid
Author Website: Fic tag on lj; SG1 fic tag on lj
Why this must be read:
Because it's Sam and Cam and Teal'c, while Daniel's missing and the Ori are everywhere, not long after Sam was shot and nearly died, and it's a heart-breakingly realistic take on the three of them right then. It feels like a dark of the night story, though it's probably only really late evening; there's a strong sense of middle of the night, can't sleep fears and uncertainties, and it's pure chance that it happens when the three of them are together. It's also one of the few stories I've ever read where anyone acknowledges that sometimes being the hero is really hard, that sometimes the end seems easier than going on, and that sometimes, having your team around you isn't quite enough.
She grips each of their hands, and they settle her back on the couch between them. She sniffles a little, but fights against tears. "It just feels like it's never going to end," she whispers.
Cam sighs, threads his fingers through her hair.
"What other choice have we but to fight?" Teal'c muses. "Even if we cannot win."
"Back in the village when I was dying," Sam begins, eyes flicking to Cam before settling on the knee of her jeans, "I thought, 'at least now it will be over. And I won't have to know if we lose.'"
The room seems to tilt violently, and Cam clutches harder at her hand. "God, Sam," he chokes.
She turns to him, lifts her hand to his face. "I'm sorry, Cam," she breathes, so he pulls her against him, wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her neck.
Don't go, don't go, don't go, he begs her silently, begs Teal'c, as the other man pulls them both into his embrace, extending the mental litany to Vala and even, foolishly, to Jackson. Don't go.
Attrition
Pairing: Cam Mitchell/Sam Carter/Teal'c
Length: 2000
Author on LJ:
pellucidAuthor Website: Fic tag on lj; SG1 fic tag on lj
Why this must be read:
Because it's Sam and Cam and Teal'c, while Daniel's missing and the Ori are everywhere, not long after Sam was shot and nearly died, and it's a heart-breakingly realistic take on the three of them right then. It feels like a dark of the night story, though it's probably only really late evening; there's a strong sense of middle of the night, can't sleep fears and uncertainties, and it's pure chance that it happens when the three of them are together. It's also one of the few stories I've ever read where anyone acknowledges that sometimes being the hero is really hard, that sometimes the end seems easier than going on, and that sometimes, having your team around you isn't quite enough.
She grips each of their hands, and they settle her back on the couch between them. She sniffles a little, but fights against tears. "It just feels like it's never going to end," she whispers.
Cam sighs, threads his fingers through her hair.
"What other choice have we but to fight?" Teal'c muses. "Even if we cannot win."
"Back in the village when I was dying," Sam begins, eyes flicking to Cam before settling on the knee of her jeans, "I thought, 'at least now it will be over. And I won't have to know if we lose.'"
The room seems to tilt violently, and Cam clutches harder at her hand. "God, Sam," he chokes.
She turns to him, lifts her hand to his face. "I'm sorry, Cam," she breathes, so he pulls her against him, wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her neck.
Don't go, don't go, don't go, he begs her silently, begs Teal'c, as the other man pulls them both into his embrace, extending the mental litany to Vala and even, foolishly, to Jackson. Don't go.
Attrition
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ETA: Found it!
http://pellucid.livejournal.com/183699.html#cutid1
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