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nhawk78: ...list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."
And yet all my first lines seem dumb and ridiculously story-specific. Huh.
1. She's exhausted.
2. She wakes up next to him, hand on his back.
3. It's ten days after the SGC is shut down, ten days after control is handed to a civilian agency that has reviewed their files and will call if they have any questions, thanks, and he is here, lying on the dock at Jack's cabin, feet dangling over the edge, lying perpendicular to his lover of nine days, head on his lover's chest.
4. This isn’t a date.
5. Daniel drags her topside fifteen days after they return from the Antarctic.
6. Jack O'Neill thinks he’s taught his team a little too well that no one gets left behind.
7. She's always had this idea in her head of what love is.
Ah, 3 showcases my irrational love for run-on sentences, and 6 is the entire story in 2 words or less. hmma.
In other news, Pumpkin Spice lattes are back at Starbucks starting today. They're my heaven. Mmmm.
nhawk78: ...list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."And yet all my first lines seem dumb and ridiculously story-specific. Huh.
1. She's exhausted.
2. She wakes up next to him, hand on his back.
3. It's ten days after the SGC is shut down, ten days after control is handed to a civilian agency that has reviewed their files and will call if they have any questions, thanks, and he is here, lying on the dock at Jack's cabin, feet dangling over the edge, lying perpendicular to his lover of nine days, head on his lover's chest.
4. This isn’t a date.
5. Daniel drags her topside fifteen days after they return from the Antarctic.
6. Jack O'Neill thinks he’s taught his team a little too well that no one gets left behind.
7. She's always had this idea in her head of what love is.
Ah, 3 showcases my irrational love for run-on sentences, and 6 is the entire story in 2 words or less. hmma.
In other news, Pumpkin Spice lattes are back at Starbucks starting today. They're my heaven. Mmmm.
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He can't feel his feet anymore, but that could just be because he doesn't have them anymore. From his position over Teal'c's shoulder, he's not really in any shape to check.
Jack can hear Carter yelling something in the distance. It's cut off by gun and energy fire, but the little bit of his brain not coated in shock and furballs does a little dance of joy. He knows Daniel's there somewhere. Knows it because it hasn't been proved differently, and Daniel's really really hard to kill.
Kinda like him. Not that he's good at dying and coming back. Just that he, Jack O'Neill, is good at not doing it in the first place.
Teal'c comes down in some type of pot hole, his shoulder jamming hard into Jack's stomach, and for a moment it's all the slumped man can do not to pass out.
They're here against orders, again. They're here for him, again.
And before he passes out, all he can think is that he's taught them well. And it's enough.
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Odd boy, that one.
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