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sg1genrecs2012-06-04 09:54 pm
seaboe_muffinchucker) wrote in sg1genrecs2012-06-04 09:54 pm
This Nest of Sparrows by Charli Booker (PG)
I tried to resist the temptation of rec'ing two Charli Bookers in a row, but my willpower was just not that strong.
Title: This Nest of Sparrows (6 parts)
Author's LJ/DWJ: None
Categories: team, character: jack o'neill, character: daniel jackson, humor
Warnings: None
Author's Webpage/Fic list: n/a
Link to story: "This Nest of Sparrows"
Why this should be read:Charli gives Jack a housekeeper, and uses her to show us what SG-1 looks like from the outside during S2
Millie Guthro was a little too short, a little too thin, and a lot too
opinionated. She was also a sucker for a man in a uniform. Oh, and she
needed a job. She was down to her last five hundred dollars in savings,
the ink in her checking account was seriously leaning towards the red,
and her rent was due in just over two weeks.
If Millie had believed in luck, she would have thought it was her lucky
day. But she didn't . . . believe in luck, that is. Luck was for those
who had it in spades - whether it be good or bad. Millie fell somewhere
in the middle of Luck Road. In all her years, and despite becoming
recently unemployed, she really didn't have a lot to complain about. Then
again, so far life hadn't been anything to write home about either. And
after thirty-seven years, a person really should have *something* to
write home about.
Title: This Nest of Sparrows (6 parts)
Author's LJ/DWJ: None
Categories: team, character: jack o'neill, character: daniel jackson, humor
Warnings: None
Author's Webpage/Fic list: n/a
Link to story: "This Nest of Sparrows"
Why this should be read:Charli gives Jack a housekeeper, and uses her to show us what SG-1 looks like from the outside during S2
Millie Guthro was a little too short, a little too thin, and a lot too
opinionated. She was also a sucker for a man in a uniform. Oh, and she
needed a job. She was down to her last five hundred dollars in savings,
the ink in her checking account was seriously leaning towards the red,
and her rent was due in just over two weeks.
If Millie had believed in luck, she would have thought it was her lucky
day. But she didn't . . . believe in luck, that is. Luck was for those
who had it in spades - whether it be good or bad. Millie fell somewhere
in the middle of Luck Road. In all her years, and despite becoming
recently unemployed, she really didn't have a lot to complain about. Then
again, so far life hadn't been anything to write home about either. And
after thirty-seven years, a person really should have *something* to
write home about.