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jennickels) wrote2011-10-11 03:35 pm
jennickels) wrote2011-10-11 03:35 pm
Stargate SG-1 fic: Two Drabbles
To the Bone
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
100 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
Jack's reaction to Sam and Pete's potential engagement.
don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
Freezing. The kind of mind-numbing-sucks-the-air-right-out-of-your-chest-and-freezes-the-hairs-in-your-nose cold. Biting, fierce, bone-shattering. Penetrating to the core—leaving you raw and exposed.
That's how Jack feels. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the temperature. And everything to do with the little black box in his hand. He forces his lungs to exhale. Breathe.
"Congratulations." He doesn't know what else to say. He's not sure that's what she wants to hear. He's too busy pretending his world didn't just shatter into a thousand shards of ice.
Weird
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack
100 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
Jack gets to experience an alternate reality and it's just a little on the weird side.
don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
Now he knows how Carter felt—her double making an unexpected appearance this side of reality. Jack shifts uncomfortably as he stands in the office. His office. But at the same time... not.
"So-" his counterpart says.
Jack's eyes are focused on a board above the bookshelf where Jack's got a framed photo of fighter jets. This guy has postcards. Lots of them.
"From Charlie," the other Jack says. "He's quite the traveler."
Jack's chest constricts. Charlie alive was a variable he refused to consider. With effort he pulls his gaze away.
"So-" he says. "This is a little... weird."
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
100 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
Jack's reaction to Sam and Pete's potential engagement.
don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
Freezing. The kind of mind-numbing-sucks-the-air-right-out-of-your-chest-and-freezes-the-hairs-in-your-nose cold. Biting, fierce, bone-shattering. Penetrating to the core—leaving you raw and exposed.
That's how Jack feels. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the temperature. And everything to do with the little black box in his hand. He forces his lungs to exhale. Breathe.
"Congratulations." He doesn't know what else to say. He's not sure that's what she wants to hear. He's too busy pretending his world didn't just shatter into a thousand shards of ice.
Weird
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack
100 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:
Jack gets to experience an alternate reality and it's just a little on the weird side.
don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
Now he knows how Carter felt—her double making an unexpected appearance this side of reality. Jack shifts uncomfortably as he stands in the office. His office. But at the same time... not.
"So-" his counterpart says.
Jack's eyes are focused on a board above the bookshelf where Jack's got a framed photo of fighter jets. This guy has postcards. Lots of them.
"From Charlie," the other Jack says. "He's quite the traveler."
Jack's chest constricts. Charlie alive was a variable he refused to consider. With effort he pulls his gaze away.
"So-" he says. "This is a little... weird."