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The sound of one hand clapping by Gale (G)
Fandom: FIREFLY/SG-1
Title:The sound of one hand clapping by Gale
Length: 3000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iphignia939
Why this must be read:
This story takes the best of two shows (well obviously not Wash dying of course,) and crams them into one happy little fix it fic. Ascended!Wash is a perfect if somewhat obvious patch for the horror that is the BDM.
Wash doesn’t remember dying, which is a small blessing.
He remembers the dive and the crash. He remembers being a leaf on the wind, because that’s what he was every time he got behind the controls. He remembers letting out a long breath, and starting to say something, and – nothing. Not even pain. Certainly not dying.
Actually, he’s not even entirely sure he’s dead. He’s never been dead before, but he’s seen dead people before, and heard enough stories about the war, and he’s pretty sure no one ever mentioned being walking-around dead. He’s remarkably clean, and wearing a Hawaiian shirt – a new one, no less – and oh, hey, *he’s glowing*.
Which is a shame. The glowing part’s pretty shiny.
The sound of one hand clapping by Gale
Title:The sound of one hand clapping by Gale
Length: 3000
Author on LJ:
iphignia939 Why this must be read:
This story takes the best of two shows (well obviously not Wash dying of course,) and crams them into one happy little fix it fic. Ascended!Wash is a perfect if somewhat obvious patch for the horror that is the BDM.
Wash doesn’t remember dying, which is a small blessing.
He remembers the dive and the crash. He remembers being a leaf on the wind, because that’s what he was every time he got behind the controls. He remembers letting out a long breath, and starting to say something, and – nothing. Not even pain. Certainly not dying.
Actually, he’s not even entirely sure he’s dead. He’s never been dead before, but he’s seen dead people before, and heard enough stories about the war, and he’s pretty sure no one ever mentioned being walking-around dead. He’s remarkably clean, and wearing a Hawaiian shirt – a new one, no less – and oh, hey, *he’s glowing*.
Which is a shame. The glowing part’s pretty shiny.
The sound of one hand clapping by Gale