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Categories: apocofic, Sam and Cam friendship, drama
Warnings: character death, language
Author's Webpage/Fic list: venus in furs
Link to story: Those Days of Sahara
Why this should be read: After the Ori conquest the remaining members of sg-1 start a resistance movement. By the time of this story the rest of the team is not there (although their presence is still felt). Sam and Cam never give up - on either the future or their daily lives. Their stubborn insistence in continuing to try and put things right against absurd odds is perfectly in character, as is their mutual support and camaraderie.
It's a hopeful and beautifully written fic, with all the little details that make you believe that you are right there.
Written for the 2007 SG-1 Jubilee fic exchange: Thanksgiving with the Ori resistance.
Sam comes awake between one heartbeat and the next when Nat crouches down beside her pallet and touches her ankle. It's dark in their shack -- Stygian blackness, Daniel would have called it -- and Sam's ears recognize the anechoic silence indicating that snow's falling outside, audible only by its lack of sound. They've been talking about moving en masse into one of the abandoned industrial sections of Commerce City or Brighton, to have better shelter for the winter, but she and Cam have found too many dead bodies in the remnants of cities and towns.
She's pretty sure the Priors are trying to keep them all scattered, keep them from cooperating with each other and shoring each other up. It's pretty stupid, if you ask her. The Ori came here to harness the power of billions of believers, and the first thing they did was kill half their potential batteries and set it up so that half the remaining wouldn't last out the year.
She's also pretty sure that the proper response to the destruction of everything she ever knew isn't to get pissy that the conquerors are being stupid, but she's kind of gotten used to mortal peril over the years, and being conquered by idiots just galls.