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A Heavenward Striving, By Katie (PG)
Title: A Heavenward Striving
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katie_m
Categories: team, drama
Warnings: none
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Katie's Stargate SG-1 Fanfic
Link to story: A Heavenward Striving
Why this should be read: This has so much of what I like in a fic, great world building, Sam and Daniel pursuing scientific and cultural mysteries, off-world political intrigue, and interesting OCs, in a suspenseful team story. I loved that it follows Sam's point of view throughout. The dialog is terrific and SG-1 are all in great form.
People seek knowledge for all sorts of reasons.
A tiny green lizard appeared in the window and froze, flashing a red crest. "Yes," she said kindly, "you're very scary," before taking a step toward it and watching it run headfirst down the wall into the garden. When three bells rang, she was standing in her stocking feet on the bed, looking at the wide, glowing panel overhead. By the time they reached four bells, she'd opened up the panel and resisted the urge to start pulling out the wooden molding that concealed what had to be the power cord. A bell was about fifty minutes; with ten minutes to go she clipped the cover back onto the panel with a sigh, promising herself she could look more later. It just didn't look jury-rigged enough to be a recently homegrown development, somehow, which was interesting. Also, she hadn't yet figured out how to turn it off beyond actually disconnecting the power, which seemed like it would be a useful thing to know.
Colonel O'Neill was a little drowsy-eyed when she came out into the common room, face and hands well-scrubbed, but he sounded alert enough. "Surveillance?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No sir, not that I saw. You?"
"Nothing that looked suspicious." He yawned prodigiously. "I'm telling you, they'd better have something coffee-esque at this dinner. I'm Gatelagged to hell and back. Daniel! Are you done yet? We're gonna have to go soon."
"I'll be done when it's time to go, Jack," Daniel called from the other bedroom.
"Embroidery on the bedspread," the Colonel said with a sigh. "Something about closeups and artificial fibers, or something. I'm just glad I don't let you people bring microscopes as part of the basic kit."
Author's LJ/DWJ:
katie_mCategories: team, drama
Warnings: none
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Katie's Stargate SG-1 Fanfic
Link to story: A Heavenward Striving
Why this should be read: This has so much of what I like in a fic, great world building, Sam and Daniel pursuing scientific and cultural mysteries, off-world political intrigue, and interesting OCs, in a suspenseful team story. I loved that it follows Sam's point of view throughout. The dialog is terrific and SG-1 are all in great form.
People seek knowledge for all sorts of reasons.
A tiny green lizard appeared in the window and froze, flashing a red crest. "Yes," she said kindly, "you're very scary," before taking a step toward it and watching it run headfirst down the wall into the garden. When three bells rang, she was standing in her stocking feet on the bed, looking at the wide, glowing panel overhead. By the time they reached four bells, she'd opened up the panel and resisted the urge to start pulling out the wooden molding that concealed what had to be the power cord. A bell was about fifty minutes; with ten minutes to go she clipped the cover back onto the panel with a sigh, promising herself she could look more later. It just didn't look jury-rigged enough to be a recently homegrown development, somehow, which was interesting. Also, she hadn't yet figured out how to turn it off beyond actually disconnecting the power, which seemed like it would be a useful thing to know.
Colonel O'Neill was a little drowsy-eyed when she came out into the common room, face and hands well-scrubbed, but he sounded alert enough. "Surveillance?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No sir, not that I saw. You?"
"Nothing that looked suspicious." He yawned prodigiously. "I'm telling you, they'd better have something coffee-esque at this dinner. I'm Gatelagged to hell and back. Daniel! Are you done yet? We're gonna have to go soon."
"I'll be done when it's time to go, Jack," Daniel called from the other bedroom.
"Embroidery on the bedspread," the Colonel said with a sigh. "Something about closeups and artificial fibers, or something. I'm just glad I don't let you people bring microscopes as part of the basic kit."