you take the blue paian

Couple of commentfics written for the Three Sentence Fic challenge at event_horizons, where there are a lot of really nifty fills, with more than a week still to go:

Fingers Crossed, three very long sentences about superstitions and last Friday's hockey game; Jack/Daniel, 200 words, teen.

Pinch Harmonic, a 'Forever in a Day' missing scene; Jack(/)Daniel, Daniel/Sha're, a smidge of other UST, 869 words, teen. [ETA: Revised version now at AO3.]


Also, I forgot to link this from here when I archived it:

Right of Action, a Jack/Daniel aliens-make-them fic that iirc started life as a response to a Wordle challenge way way back, was abandoned in favor of 'Come What May,' and was then started over from scratch as a story for the zine a lot of very lovely people put together for Holdt. 8130 words, adult.

Timestsamp coda to Five Ways Arrom Left Vis Uban Before SG-1 Showed Up.


A Few Weeks After SG-1 Showed Up

"Yep," Jack said definitively, defusing Daniel's animated -- OK, maybe a little frenetic -- defense of the significance of this cache of artifacts with the complete non sequitur of an affirmative that wasn't an answer. "Still as squirrely as ever."

Daniel stopped short, closed his mouth, cocked his head. Thought about the secrets tucked away in his head and heart, the cache of Jack-moments he stored up during the day and opened in his dreams whether he willed it or not, the love and desire that had constituted so much of the nameless yearning he'd felt in Vis Uban.

"Yep," he said, in deliberate echo, with other echoes bouncing off and away from it, layers of meaning that Jack would never parse. "Still squirrely. Now about these artifacts ... "

Fic co-written at The Arboreal Gate at LJ.

Title: Nothing to Sneeze At
Authors: TheEverDream, Sid, Paian
Words: 4130
Rating: All ages
Summary: Over the years, the phrase "coming in hot" had applied to SG-1 numerous times. Usually they were being chased by Jaffa, or angry natives who apparently didn't understand the whole "peaceful explorers" thing ... or something else that was large, menacing, and formidable with weapons and armor and teeth. Not things that could potentially, by a man less macho than himself, be called "fluffy."


Nothing to Sneeze At

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