Jumper cables for the mind...

[kellifer]

I keep opening work in progress files, sighing and closing them again.

Stealing this idea from rei_c because I think I need a brain reboot.

Give me 3-5 words and a fandom and I will do you a comment fic.

Maybe knocking out some wee litte fics will get my brain going again...

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[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

At the bottom of her duffle, Sam finds Daniel's spare t-shirt. It's mud spattered and smells of him and Sam crushes it to her face for a moment, breathing deep.

She remembers Daniel slipping on a loose bit of paving and going down in a puddle, how it had been raining for three days straight so the ground on either side of the path was so much mud and how Jack had laughed so hard he's had to lean over with his hands on his knees.

"Samantha?" Teal'c voice is soft and hesitant and it's rare for him to call her by her full first name.

"I guess I keep thinking that I'm used to him being gone and then something like this happens," Sam muses, waving the shirt and then hugging it to her belly against the dull ache there.

"Beloved friends leave echoes that are only dulled by time, but never gone," Teal'c says, dropping down next to her. He rubs a bit of sleeve between his fingers for a moment and puts his other hand on her shoulder. "Tell me what you thought of when you found this?"

Sam does and she can see Teal'c smiling before she's finished, something far away in his eyes. "I never met a man before with such grace in his being that would fall over so much," Teal'c says and now Sam is laughing because she's remembering a fairly inebriated Daniel extolling the depth of Teal'c's wisdom.

She tells Teal'c this and he reminds her of the time Daniel drank cermonial wine on P3M-484 and proceeded to hit on a goat and how the goat had kicked him when he'd tried to get too friendly.

This leads to them swapping stories for half an hour before Sam realises that she's remembering without the pain. She sobers at the thought but Teal'c merely smiles again. He takes the shirt gently from her clenched hands and folds it carefully, standing so he can put it on the top shelf of her locker.

[lastingdreams8.livejournal.com]

That is so great....OMGZ! It is the perfect Daniel-mourning fic, since the show didn't put enough of it on there, YES:) I love the little anecdotes, humor to combat the sadness...guh..so wow.

[stargatebabe.livejournal.com]

What perfect angst.

[stargatebabe.livejournal.com]

SG-1

Jack, women, talk shows, buns

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"He watches Oprah?"

Hammerson looks across at Peters and rolls his eyes. "Yes, and if you want your career to go anywhere, you won't mention it."

Hammerson's hand is hovering over the basket of cream buns at the front of the meeting room when something occurs to him.

"Wait, how do you know that these were from a recipe on the show?" he asks.

Just then, Jack saunters into the room and claps Peters on the shoulder. "Thanks for taping my show for me," he says, snagging a bun and grinning around a mouthful as he makes his way to the front of the room.

Hammerson's mouth drops open as he looks at Peters. Peter is grinning from ear to ear. "Frankly, if you ask me, mentioning it can be good for your career."

[stargatebabe.livejournal.com]

Cool. But what is "an Oprah" ... a la Teal'c. Heh heh heh. Good one... cream buns... Jack's buns... oh yeah