Sid's Closet

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.

It's SG-1 Gen Fic Day at fignewton's journal, which means it's time for a hearty helping of Alphabet Soup. Here's my contribution to the pot:

( Gen, 335 words, featuring honorary SGC member Major Paul Davis )

For 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?