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Fade to Black
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Daniel
240 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: implied character death

Daniel's died so many times he's lost count, but this might be the last time. For

phantisma.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

Daniel tried to live his life without any regrets. He fought for justice where he could, looked for the truth in everything, and strived to understand the world and people around him. He was a good friend (he thought) and a good husband (he tried).

He knew he'd made his fair share of mistakes, but he thought, all-in-all, he didn't stray far from the path of good.

That's why he accepted his fate.

He looked up at the man pointing the gun at him. It wasn't the first time, but it was probably going to be the last. He laughed at that.

"What's so funny? You think this is funny?" The guy said, waving the gun around.

On his knees, hands limply at his sides, there was no point in trying to fight. Even with all of Daniel's training he'd never beat a bullet at point blank range.

Figures he'd go out like this. What he didn't count on was that he'd die on Earth at the hands of a regular old criminal. Without his team around him. There'd be no coming back from this, no last-ditch miracle save. This was the end. At least he could say he did it with valor. He'd stopped the man from hurting a woman and her daughter. They ran away, Daniel wasn't so lucky. But those were the breaks sometimes.

He smiled. "Yeah, I kind of do think it's funny." Famous last words.

Heaven was Needing a Hero
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
576 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: main character death

From the prompt: Jack is the one who ascended, not Daniel, requested by

meteorfire at

comment_fic.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

The pain is intense. Sam didn't know something could hurt so much. She bites down on her fist, pushes back the tears. There are cameras in here—in her lab. There are cameras everywhere. Prying eyes. There were always so many prying eyes. Her breath hitches as another wave of pain overtakes her. She's going to be sick.

This can't be happening. It just can't. He can't be gone. The wetness behind her eyes threatens to escape. She won't cry. Not when they're watching, waiting for some kind of confirmation. Breathe. In. Out. That's the only thing she can do—breathe. Everything else is shutting down, grief taking over. Breathe. Just breathe.

Slowly, her control returns. She stands up straight, smooths her shirt, refuses to wipe the wetness from under her eyes. That will just give it away.

Calmly as she can, she shuts down her computer, tidies her desk, and shuts off the light. She doesn't look at anyone as she walks the halls. If she didn't know better she'd thinking people were avoiding her as quick as they get out of her way. She's sure she hears whispers, but the words mean nothing.

She makes it just inside her front door before she collapses, the sobs coming in waves that rack her body. A heart-wrenching moan escapes from somewhere deep inside of her—from the very depth of her soul. This isn't right. Nothing is right anymore. Her house feels wrong—claustrophobic. The floor is too hard, the light too bright, the air to thick. She shutters then wraps her arms around her legs and cries into her knees until there's nothing left but an empty abyss where she thinks her heart is supposed to be.

Her phone rings. She doesn't want to talk to anyone. It's persistent. Daniel, of course.

"I should have told him," she says instead of, "hello."

"Sam-"

"I'm an idiot." She can tell Daniel's been crying, too, but her pain is too overwhelming for her to find the means to care. "He- I-" She gulps. "Now he'll never know," she whispers.

Daniel sniffs. "He knew, Sam. God, everyone knew." That doesn't make her feel any better. She hangs up while Daniel is still talking.

It's dark when she finally moves. She uses the bathroom and washes her face, refusing to look in the mirror. She's afraid of what she'll see there. Everything hurts, but mostly the pain is in her chest. A numbing ache that she knows will never go away. She rubs at it anyway.

From across the house the doorbell rings. She's barely aware of it. Probably Daniel. She debates ignoring it, but it rings again. And again. An urgent buzzing that hurts her ears.

It rings once more just as her hand lands on the knob. She yanks it open ready to yell. Nobody. She blinks. The porch is empty. She takes a step out, hugging herself. The street is quiet, calm. A wind picks up. It tickles the back of her neck, caresses her skin. For a second she thinks it lingers on her cheek. Then it's gone, a swirl of leaves kicking up from the steps. Sam sucks in a startled breath.

He knew, Sam. God, everyone knew.

Daniel's words repeat in her head. Her hand touches the spot on her cheek, still warm from the breeze. He knew.

"I love you," she whispers into the night air. Just in case Daniel was wrong.

So here's one of the stories I posted about yesterday. I've renamed it "The Promise". It was written for another

writerverse challenge using the prompt: promise.

The Promise
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
753 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: death of major character

If there were ever words Jack O'Neill regretted more he couldn't think of any.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

If there were ever words Jack O'Neill regretted more he couldn't think of any.

I promise.

He could shoot himself for saying that. He could shoot himself for a lot of things. He can't lie that the thought of his gun in his mouth hadn't comforted him. Briefly. It should have been him any way.
( read more, but I suggest having a tissue near by )

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Godzilla

Ok, not one of my best. I really don't do good at writing really short stories, especially for Stargate.

Waiting For Death
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack
130 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: death of main characters

Sometimes the torture is the means of escape because living is too painful. Written for the weekly drabble challenge at writerverse, prompt: waiting for death.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

The fire burned in his head—a blazing heat that stabbed straight through, lighting every nerve in his body. It was agony.

( Read more... )

Yay, got some writing done.

To Carry On
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
503 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: death of major character

Jack loses the most important member of his team but he has to find the strength to carry on for his friends, for Earth... for her. Inspired by this Harry Potter quote: "We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on."

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

( it's death!fic... you've been warned )

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Entries tagged with !warning: death!fic

Stargate SG-1 fic: Fade to Black

Stargate SG-1 fic: Heaven was Needing a Hero

Stargate SG-1 fic: The Promise

Stargate SG-1 fic: Waiting For Death

Stargate SG-1 fic: To Carry On

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