Gen fic... my one true love...

So, apparently sg_fignewton is requesting SG-1 gen fic (I may be late to the party as is the norm... heh). Even if it's unfinished snippets...

I do have a fic which I'm not sure I'll ever finish, but it's Sam and Jack escaping from... somewhere with Sam being all McGyver-ish in the beginning...

... Must finish sg1teamficathon fic...

Be warned, I do like this a lot but I'm not sure where it's going... Wow, this is actually 3,465 words... maybe I *should* finish the damn thing...

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Sam had no idea if she had been unconscious for two minutes or two hours when the cold in the floor finally roused her. She felt numb down the side of her body pressed against the concrete and she was shivering. She sat up and pins and needles sprung to life in her right leg, making her whimper. She leaned forward and tried to knead the muscles back into life as the leg felt like a dead piece of wood. She bent it back against herself and stretched it out straight again and life and warmth finally started flowing through the abused limb. Sam pushed herself onto her haunches and stood, using the wall to lever herself upright.

Sam brought her left arm up, palm outstretched and slapped herself across the face, back and forth, two stinging blows that brought tears to her eyes.

( “Get it together.” )

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ETA: Please excuse the horrible number of grammatical errors in this thing... it was a stream of consciousness writing... *sheepish*

Gen fic... my one true love...

So, apparently sg_fignewton is requesting SG-1 gen fic (I may be late to the party as is the norm... heh). Even if it's unfinished snippets...

I do have a fic which I'm not sure I'll ever finish, but it's Sam and Jack escaping from... somewhere with Sam being all McGyver-ish in the beginning...

... Must finish sg1teamficathon fic...

Be warned, I do like this a lot but I'm not sure where it's going... Wow, this is actually 3,465 words... maybe I *should* finish the damn thing...

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Sam had no idea if she had been unconscious for two minutes or two hours when the cold in the floor finally roused her. She felt numb down the side of her body pressed against the concrete and she was shivering. She sat up and pins and needles sprung to life in her right leg, making her whimper. She leaned forward and tried to knead the muscles back into life as the leg felt like a dead piece of wood. She bent it back against herself and stretched it out straight again and life and warmth finally started flowing through the abused limb. Sam pushed herself onto her haunches and stood, using the wall to lever herself upright.

Sam brought her left arm up, palm outstretched and slapped herself across the face, back and forth, two stinging blows that brought tears to her eyes.

( “Get it together.” )

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ETA: Please excuse the horrible number of grammatical errors in this thing... it was a stream of consciousness writing... *sheepish*

Gen fic... my one true love...

So, apparently sg_fignewton is requesting SG-1 gen fic (I may be late to the party as is the norm... heh). Even if it's unfinished snippets...

I do have a fic which I'm not sure I'll ever finish, but it's Sam and Jack escaping from... somewhere with Sam being all McGyver-ish in the beginning...

... Must finish sg1teamficathon fic...

Be warned, I do like this a lot but I'm not sure where it's going... Wow, this is actually 3,465 words... maybe I *should* finish the damn thing...

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Sam had no idea if she had been unconscious for two minutes or two hours when the cold in the floor finally roused her. She felt numb down the side of her body pressed against the concrete and she was shivering. She sat up and pins and needles sprung to life in her right leg, making her whimper. She leaned forward and tried to knead the muscles back into life as the leg felt like a dead piece of wood. She bent it back against herself and stretched it out straight again and life and warmth finally started flowing through the abused limb. Sam pushed herself onto her haunches and stood, using the wall to lever herself upright.

Sam brought her left arm up, palm outstretched and slapped herself across the face, back and forth, two stinging blows that brought tears to her eyes.

( “Get it together.” )

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ETA: Please excuse the horrible number of grammatical errors in this thing... it was a stream of consciousness writing... *sheepish*