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sg1genrecs2011-07-08 05:23 pm
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Through A Glass Darkly by Apocrypha (R)
Title: Through A Glass Darkly
Author's LJ/DWJ: N/A
Categories: action/adventure, hurt/comfort, quantum mirror, lost episode, team, Daniel
Warnings: violence, torture, non-consensual touching, some language
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Alpha Gate Archive
Link to story: Alpha Gate,stargatefan
Why this should be read:
Because dark!SG-1 makes my inner villain fangirl flail incoherently, and the quantum mirror means I can have that and our good!SG-1 at the same time. It really doesn't get much better than that. In Through A Glass Darkly, Apocrypha gives us a Daniel who's gone about a dark as you can get, a Jack who just doesn't care enough to intervene, and a United States military that's gone very, very wrong. And they're not going to let SG-1 leave alive. Faced with an enemy that looks like one of their own, SG-1 prove that their own bonds are their greatest strength as they escape this SGC. We've got resourceful!Sam, persuasive!Daniel, stoic!Teal'c, leader!Jack, and teamwork that impresses even this universe's Colonel O'Neill.
Jackson had resumed pacing, but he stopped and smiled at Jack. Jack presumed it was meant to be a friendly smile, but he was less than warmed by it. These people were taking orders from General Harry Maybourne. He realized his alarms were going off again -- not that they had ever really stopped.
"So," Jackson said around his oh-so-friendly smile. "Seems like there's all kinds of little differences here. Very interesting." Seeing the shocked look still lingering in Jack's eyes, he turned his smile back to Sam. "All kinds of little things. How long have you been a Major?"
"About a year..."
Jack's eyes drifted down to the edge of Jackson's shirtsleeve. Just visible under the hem was the bottom edge of a Special Forces tattoo. He recognized the design, although he didn't have one himself -- he'd never been part of the crowd that worked their way from bar to whore house to tattoo parlor and back again. He'd had a wife at home, and then a son.
Jackson laughed again at something Sam said, and Jack watched the humor bring the corners of Jackson's mouth up and crinkle the skin around his eyes while leaving the eyes themselves completely untouched. Jack knew Daniel's moods well, and for all his banter, humor was the least of what Major Jackson was feeling.
The sense of unease Jack had been harboring found its raison d'être.
Author's LJ/DWJ: N/A
Categories: action/adventure, hurt/comfort, quantum mirror, lost episode, team, Daniel
Warnings: violence, torture, non-consensual touching, some language
Author's Webpage/Fic list: Alpha Gate Archive
Link to story: Alpha Gate,stargatefan
Why this should be read:
Because dark!SG-1 makes my inner villain fangirl flail incoherently, and the quantum mirror means I can have that and our good!SG-1 at the same time. It really doesn't get much better than that. In Through A Glass Darkly, Apocrypha gives us a Daniel who's gone about a dark as you can get, a Jack who just doesn't care enough to intervene, and a United States military that's gone very, very wrong. And they're not going to let SG-1 leave alive. Faced with an enemy that looks like one of their own, SG-1 prove that their own bonds are their greatest strength as they escape this SGC. We've got resourceful!Sam, persuasive!Daniel, stoic!Teal'c, leader!Jack, and teamwork that impresses even this universe's Colonel O'Neill.
Jackson had resumed pacing, but he stopped and smiled at Jack. Jack presumed it was meant to be a friendly smile, but he was less than warmed by it. These people were taking orders from General Harry Maybourne. He realized his alarms were going off again -- not that they had ever really stopped.
"So," Jackson said around his oh-so-friendly smile. "Seems like there's all kinds of little differences here. Very interesting." Seeing the shocked look still lingering in Jack's eyes, he turned his smile back to Sam. "All kinds of little things. How long have you been a Major?"
"About a year..."
Jack's eyes drifted down to the edge of Jackson's shirtsleeve. Just visible under the hem was the bottom edge of a Special Forces tattoo. He recognized the design, although he didn't have one himself -- he'd never been part of the crowd that worked their way from bar to whore house to tattoo parlor and back again. He'd had a wife at home, and then a son.
Jackson laughed again at something Sam said, and Jack watched the humor bring the corners of Jackson's mouth up and crinkle the skin around his eyes while leaving the eyes themselves completely untouched. Jack knew Daniel's moods well, and for all his banter, humor was the least of what Major Jackson was feeling.
The sense of unease Jack had been harboring found its raison d'être.