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Thunder Follow Me by cofax (R)
Fandom: STARGATE
Pairing: Daniel/Janet
Author on LJ:
suelac
Author Website: Stargate SG-1 Stories by cofax
Why this must be read:
Okay, I am not generally a fan of Dan/Jan, I admit. I am a sucker for post-apocalypse fics (who isn't, really?) This is essentially a Daniel story that finds him in a Goa'uld work camp, digging out Cheyenne Mountain. There's action-adventure, there's good characterization, there's hope and hopelessness, there's suspense, there are believable original characters, and oh, yeah, there's Dan/Jan, and it's good Dan/Jan. You know, the end-of-the-world kind.
Mmm, end of the world. Mmmm.
Thunder Follow Me
Pairing: Daniel/Janet
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Stargate SG-1 Stories by cofax
Why this must be read:
Okay, I am not generally a fan of Dan/Jan, I admit. I am a sucker for post-apocalypse fics (who isn't, really?) This is essentially a Daniel story that finds him in a Goa'uld work camp, digging out Cheyenne Mountain. There's action-adventure, there's good characterization, there's hope and hopelessness, there's suspense, there are believable original characters, and oh, yeah, there's Dan/Jan, and it's good Dan/Jan. You know, the end-of-the-world kind.
Mmm, end of the world. Mmmm.
Daniel had stopped dreaming of his teammates. He should have been grateful; but instead he dreamed of gates, doorways, wormholes. A stargate so vast it blotted out the sky, and he knew if he could only reach it, set his weight and push through the event horizon--a fish leaping into the alien air and falling back into safety--he would be home. Safe among friends and steel-grey walls, in the world of burned Air Force coffee and recycled air.
But his feet were shackled, his hands bound; the ground was uneven under his feet. His unfamiliar comrades--alien faces all--struggled and fell in silence beside him. He staggered, fell: the wormhole evaporated.
Daniel woke in the darkness. There was frost on the dirty windows over his head. Janet stirred but didn't wake. There was a hitch in her breathing, a relic of the cough that had been plaguing her for weeks. Neither of them would say the words "bronchitis" or "tuberculosis", because naming it would help no one. There were no medical supplies to be had anymore; appealing to Sindle by way of Harriman gained them only two packages of aspirin and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
Thunder Follow Me

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Thanks so much!
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