sid: (Jack stripes)
Linking to an SG-1 fic written in October for the Season Two Challenge at [community profile] event_horizons.

It's a gen missing scene from 1969, inspired by a real event in RDA's life. You can read it on DW or at AO3.
sid: (J/D apology)
First, go and read Beautiful Certainty, which [personal profile] jdjunkie wrote for me using the prompt: Jack/Daniel/Sara, water under the bridge. No, it isn't a three-way! It's a quiet gem that made me all misty, like.

Second, a ficlet I wrote for [personal profile] jdjunkie's recent (okay, a month ago) Four Seasons in One 'Thon. The season is Winter. ~740 words, rated PG

It was a dark and stormy night )
sid: (stargate Janet)
Soooooooup! Episode Alphabet Soup!

Gen, 240 words, based on the episode 'Legacy', Janet POV.

Z is for Zebras

They drill it into you in medical school. The most likely explanation for whatever symptoms a patient presents with, is the most likely explanation. 'Think horses.' Daniel's diagnosis was clear-cut. Migraines, hallucinations, increased dopamine levels… Everything added together pointed in one direction. I called in Doctor MacKenzie. He agreed with my conclusions.

Schizophrenia.

We put Daniel away. Committed him, medicated him, stopped listening to him. The only thing that saved Daniel in the end was Machello's device transferring itself into Teal'c.

Teal'c inadvertently saved Daniel's sanity and ended up nearly losing his own life. Daniel saved Teal'c by telling us what we should be looking for.

What I learned in medical school had been of no use to anyone up to that point. My sole worthwhile contribution in the entire process was ultimately the idea to use the centrifuge to make an injection of Sam's blood safe for the rest of us. Everything else I did or said was either useless or harmful.

'First do no harm' is the other thing they drill into you in med school.

I failed Daniel in every way.

I am the chief medical officer of a command that has the word 'Stargate' in its title. Why did I assume that the mundane answer would be the right one, when my patients travel for a living to other planets?

God help me, from now on, when I hear hoofbeats, I am going to think zebras.
sid: (J/D kink)
I've edited and uploaded several of my old Daniel/Jack D/s stories to AO3. Wow, 113k words? No wonder the editing drove me nuts! I certainly did know how to abuse a comma back in the day. *g*

D/s series on AO3
sid: (Jack General)
For the [community profile] jackdanielpromptfic May 2014 Episode of the Month prompt: Endgame.

Rated PG, ~430 words.

Jack had been feeling less and less of a man as time went on. He'd had no real concept before this promotion of how much of his identity (post-Charlie; post-husband and father) had been tied up in being the leader of SG-1. Now he sat on the sidelines, while paradoxically being more important than ever before. He watched as his team (all the teams; all his now, God help everyone) walked through the Stargate time after time after time, headed into danger and peril and the mysterious unknown.

Mostly they came back. Generals since the dawn of military history had known the pain of loss and the burden of command.

But they hadn't had the fate of the galaxy in their hands. Who the hell was Jack O'Neill to have that kind of power?

Jack O'Neill was an old man with bad knees who couldn't ever begin to fill the shoes of one George Hammond, that's who.

"Just give him a little more time," Jack said, clenching his fist. Was it the right choice? Made for the right reasons? Or solely based on the whatever-it-was that he had with Daniel that had left him with this feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach ever since Daniel beamed up to Osiris' ship.

"General. I recommend we open fire immediately.

"General, please advise."


Carter was there, too. The thought of losing them both was unbearable. All of this was unbearable. Dead Jaffa who might have become free Jaffa should be unbearable, but he had no real choice, and if he fried in Hell for it, well, he was already headed that way.

"You have your orders. Hold your fire."

See you soon. Daniel, looking at him earnestly, saying those words, disappearing.

God, Daniel. God. Please, God.

"General O'Neill? They are powering up their hyperdrive. We are out of options."

Do it, Daniel. Come back. Bring Carter with you. Don't…don't leave me here.

"Wait," he managed to say, somehow. He would give them every chance he could. If they were still alive… In Daniel's case, maybe even if he wasn't…

"General O'Neill. It looks like you were right. We have the gate and SG-1 aboard. They are alive."

He should feel relief. He should feel happiness. He felt like throwing up.

Earth was back in business. Hundreds of thousands of Jaffa might die at the hands of the Trust, but Jack didn't want to think about that right now. He'd fulfilled his mandate. His team was coming home.

See you soon.

Jack closed his eyes. Soon, Daniel.

Hurry.
sid: (J/D kink)
I'm in the process of attempting to upload some of my old BDSM stories to AO3. (For those of you not familiar, BDSM was just about all I wrote back in the beginning.) I was only going to do a couple of the major ones, but one of them referred back to a few other stories, and I realized it was a bigger project than I first thought. Anyway, one of the referenced stories turned out to be one that apparently never made it to LJ/DW.

So here it is! I've edited for comma abuse and semicolon neglect and multiple uses of 'the other man' and the improper use of bold text for emphasis, and broken it into new paragraphs wherever that helped with POV (which is still all over the place, but not in a confusing way, hopefully. I'm not about to undertake a rewrite. *g*)

It's rated R. I don't have a word count. Apparently AO3 doesn't give you one when you save a draft. Apologies for any and all wacky formatting (e.g. huge paragraph breaks.) There's a BDSM scene but no sexual activity. And there's a plot!

Summary: While on an off-world mission, Jack begins to act very strangely, toward Daniel in particular.

read the story )
sid: (stargate Sha're Amaunet)
Written in response to the [community profile] jackdanielpromptfic Episode Prompt of the Month for April 2014, this is a 775 word 'Forever In A Day' episode tag. It's rated G, and it's gen or pre-slash as you choose.

Welcome back, [personal profile] paian!

The Path Ahead

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sid: (J/D naked sprawl)
(I recently went through my DW imported entries for 2006 and the beginning of 2007, updating tags, and decided I needed to archive this final chapter of If You Really Loved Me that was posted to [community profile] smutday on Valentine's Day 2007. Here is Part One. If I do this right you should be able to follow the DW links 1-2-3-4. Let me know if I've screwed up! And apologies for weird formatting and whatnot. So long ago!)

IF YOU REALLY LOVED ME
Part Four

under the cut )

Cough Cough

Mar. 2nd, 2014 07:15 pm
sid: (Gort)
OMG, sneezing 15* times in a row is Not Good!!! *weeps for ripped apart throat*

*I might be exaggerating. Could only be 13 or 14. It's hard to keep count when you're DYING.

(Yes, I should dust mop more often.)

Clearly soup should be soothing, but the sneezing attack interrupted my reading! *shakes fist*
sid: (Teal'c Jaffa good times)
For [livejournal.com profile] sg_fignewton's prompt: Teal'c and Daniel doing something gennishly fun together while Sam and Jack are stuck with military protocol things.

230 words, rated G

Choosing Sides
sid: (Jack hat brim)
Written to [personal profile] princessofgeeks's prompt: Jack and Daniel, After Red Sky

Gen (probably, depending on your goggles of choice), 1316 words, PG for a bit of language.

The title comes from Abraham Lincoln's First Inaugural Address.

The Better Angels of Our Nature
sid: (Sam Bazinga!)
My On-World Alphabet Soup contribution is beneath the cut. 1,447 words, rated G, original team. All the action takes place at Sam's house. Watch Season 5's Ascension to refresh your memory of the layout, or just take a peek at this dandy floorplan a Stargate fan produced! (There will be a test later...)

Thank you to [personal profile] ivorygates for her beta and her sharp eye for architectural details. :-)

S is for Sprained Ankle )
sid: (Xmas Sid tree)
For [personal profile] babs_sg1: Shortest day/longest night-the turning of the year off-world.

Celebrate the Season
sid: (SG-1 team love)
What you need to know is that a screencap of Jonas Quinn's Season 6 office shows a teddy bear on a high shelf. Which Daniel Jackson gave to Airman Wells when he and his wife had a baby in Season 7's "Heroes".

In conversation with Ivorygates:

Sid: Perhaps it could be an alien bear, given to Daniel as a gift for saving a planet!

IG: I admit I am charmed by the notion of aliens giving large stuffed animals as gestures of gratitude.

Sid: I suppose if it were Jonas's, Daniel would have no reason to get rid of it unless he had some childhood Stuffed Toy Trauma driving him.

IG: *shoves plotbunny in your direction*

Sid: I smell crack!fic...

STUFFED AND MOUNTED
by
[personal profile] sid and [personal profile] ivorygates


{ANNOUNCER VOICE}

NEXT WEEK, ON STARGATE: SG-1!

When an offworld ritual to honor his team by the gifting of large stuffed animals triggers a traumatic emotional flashback in DOCTOR DANIEL JACKSON, can COLONEL JACK O'NEILL and THE REST OF SG-1 save the young archaeologist in time...?


Carter: You know I only played with Major Matt Mason!

O'Neill: I was more of a Tonka trucks guy, myself.

Jackson: *weeps hysterically*

Teal'c: *Jaffa eyebrow of confusion*

Teal'c: O'Neill, I believe Danieljackson's only hope is an ancient Jaffa ritual known as Bobzyer'unkl. But it is very dangerous...

O'Neill: Daniel's my friend, Teal'c! You know I'll do anything to save him. What does this Monkey's Uncle thing involve...?

Teal'c: It involves standing on one's head.

O'Neill and Carter: *look at each other*

Carter: How is that dangerous?

Teal'c: If one's symbiote becomes dizzy, one's health may be severely impaired.

O'Neill and Carter: *look at each other again*

Jackson: *hiccups loudly*

O'Neill: Okaaay. Moving on. Any other suggestions?

Teal'c: *sulks*

Jackson: I never could do headstands. *resumes weeping*

Carter: Sir! I might have an idea!

O'Neill: Now's the time, Carter.

Carter: If I'm right, and Daniel is experiencing the effects of a deep-seated phobia or trauma, then graduated exposure therapy might help break the cycle! It's a type of behavior therapy used to help effectively overcome phobias and other anxiety disorders, a form of counter conditioning developed by--

O'Neill: Carter!

Carter: Yes, sir. Basically, if we expose Daniel to a very small amount of what triggered the initial condition, he might be able to break out of it.

O'Neill: So all we have to do is find a My Little Pony?

Carter [digs in pack]: I carry a Beanie Baby with me at all times, sir.

O'Neill: Is that a...moose?

Carter: *nodding* Named "Chocolate"

O'Neill: *snorts*

Jackson: *sniffles and licks lips*

Teal'c: Is that a...pun?

O'Neill: A play on words.

Jackson: It's the same thing, Jack. *holds out one hand, dashing away tears with the other*

Teal'c: Daniel Jackson is very fond of that dessert. I have seen him eat it often.

Carter: *hands beanie over cautiously*

Jackson: *accepts gingerly*

O'Neill: My congratulations, Doctor Carter. I predict a rapid recovery for the patient.

Carter [a little embarrassed]: Thank you, sir.

Jackson [clutching Beanie Baby]: Thanks, Sam. [Gets unsteadily to his feet]

Teal'c: [Smirks oracularly]

O'Neill: Okeydokey then! Come on, kids, let's go home. [beat] Anybody want to stop at "Toys-R-Us" after work?

THE END
(for now!)
sid: (stargate Lya)
A quick backup letter for the soup pot. ETA: a link to all the fic: http://fignewton.dreamwidth.org/214798.html

F is for Favorite

Lya doesn't play favorites. Her impartiality is a watchword among even the Nox themselves.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't have favorites. She sees the hope and goodness in young Daniel Jackson, the intellect and the compassion of brave Samantha Carter, the determination to save his people and the desperate need for redemption of the mighty Teal'c. She sees the cynicism, the scars, and the deep-buried faith of loyal Jack O'Neill.

She will always do the right and the fair thing, which always, so far, has turned out to be the thing that helps those she cares about most. One day she knows that might change.

On that day, faces will no longer light up when they see her. Smiles will not spring to lips, eyes will cease to shine with delight.

Lya will lose her position as everyone's favorite ally.

So be it.
sid: (stargate White dreamsheep)
For SG-1 Gen Fic Day, my contribution to [personal profile] fignewton's soup pot is 450 words of Freya musing about her symbiote's unfortunate tendency to jump the gun!

ETA: a link to all the soup fic: http://fignewton.dreamwidth.org/214798.html

Q is for Quacksalver )
sid: (Teal'c profile)
For SG-1 Gen Fic Day, and the Alphabet Soup du jour (Bra'tac and the Jaffa), I present V is for Voice.

379 G-rated words under the cut )
sid: (Cam b&w)
For [personal profile] fignewton's SG-1 Gen Fic Day, my contribution to the soup pot. :-)

ETA: a link to the entire A to Z anthology

Y is for YouTube

It's the nature of the internet. You surf, you click, you follow so many links you're not sure how you wind up wherever it is you find yourself. Cam starts out his Sunday morning reading the front webpage of his hometown newspaper. Maybe something there made him nostalgic (go figure) and so he searches YouTube for some favorite old songs. Nearly an hour later, coffee mug long empty, Cam clicks a vid link almost at random.

He nearly falls out of his chair.

That's Jackson. Different glasses, longer hair, more-than-mildly inebriated. Singing karaoke. And that's not even the wildest part.

He's not alone. There's Teal'c. In a cowboy hat. Getting down.

"I am hallucinating," Cam announces to himself. He looks accusingly at his empty mug. He looks at the monitor. He hears a very familiar voice coming through his speakers.

"Shake it, Daniel!"

"Ah!" Cam looks to see who posted the video. He busts out laughing. "Astrosammiekins?"

He's still laughing as he cranks up the volume and leans back, hands clasped behind his head, to enjoy the show.

Won't you take me to… Funkytown?
sid: (J/D Happy)
Title: Love Train
Author: Sid
Summary: Jack makes plans for a long weekend and Daniel’s totally, completely onboard with them.
Word Count: ~5,300
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing with them.
Written For: [livejournal.com profile] fiareynne
Prompt: 1. dorky Jack 2. downtime (between missions, or maybe a vacation)
Notes: Chapter headings are all YouTube links. They’ll open up in a separate window when you click on them, so you won’t be navigating away from the story. Enormous thanks to [livejournal.com profile] tejas and especially to [livejournal.com profile] jd_junkie, for some spiffy cheerleading, and smoochy beta kisses to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] magnavox_23.


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