unforgotten_country: (Stargate)
Sunday, August 24th, 2008 10:53 am
Title: Halfway into the Forest
Fandom: Stargate SG-1; AU: Broken Wings by [livejournal.com profile] synecdochic
Length/Rating: 437 words, PG, Gen
SPOILERS: Tag for a howling in the factory yard. Which if you haven't read you need to go read! (Plus everything else she's ever written, but that's beside the point. ^_~ *grin*)
Summary: And then there was one... (Chen POV, because darned if the Russian speaking, Chinese national who listens to K-pop doesn't need more love. Srsly!) ((Mouse-overs for quote sources, translations, and full notes at the bottom).


He's never been the first one in... )
unforgotten_country: (Stargate)
Friday, August 1st, 2008 12:20 pm
TITLE: Across Wide Water, Without Sound
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG, Gen
SUMMARY: Written for [livejournal.com profile] drabbles 30 Days of Drabbles, Day 3 Prompt: Song/Poem: 355. Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens and TV Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Atlantis.

There are hundreds of legends about the gate, carved in stone and silver, and once even scribed into the bark of an ancient tree. )
unforgotten_country: (Stargate)
Thursday, April 3rd, 2008 01:51 pm
TITLE: Polite Conversation
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
LENGTH/RATING: WIP, PG
SUMMARY: Some things are best left unexplained...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: And yes, I do believe in a Zombie Jewish Carpenter... because if you can't find a little humor in your own religion, you're doing it wrong. ^_~


Cam: In the beginning there was nothing-- )
unforgotten_country: (Stargate)
Monday, May 21st, 2007 11:14 pm
TITLE: In Stone
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
LENGTH/RATING: 271 words, PG
SUMMARY: There are some things you can't unlearn.


Retirement means something different in the mountain. Twenty years was too short, too long; just an arbitrary date no one was quite willing to admit might not apply. It's their tradition, their heritage, and they cling to every scrap of normality they can.

So they send each other off with the same historic ceremonies, the same cheesy countdowns and friendly ribbing. Dispensed the same half-serious commands to lay back, put their feet up and enjoy the rest; as if somehow they could sink back into lives set aside as easily as they shed the uniforms.

But this was the mountain and they knew.

Knew what it was like to walk through a mall the way they walked through the gate, too aware, too sensitive to changes in the clothes, the culture. Knew how easy it was to feel alien on the one planet that was supposed to be home.

Knew what it was like to look up at the night sky and fight not to focus on the emptiness between the stars and what it hid. To spend every moment of every day wondering if this time SG-1 might not pull off the miracle, and if there'd be any warning if they didn't.

To wait for news filtered down by 'need to know' and 'planetary security' to a simple list of who wasn't coming home.

To watch innocents die, knowing they could have been saved... if only they hadn't been from Earth.

To feel all-powerful and helpless at the same time.

To know, in that same tired acceptance, that no one ever retires from the mountain.

The mountain never lets them.

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unforgotten_country: (Stargate)
Tuesday, February 27th, 2007 12:06 am
TITLE: O'er Land and Ocean Without Rest
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
LENGTH/RATING: 398 words, PG-13
SUMMARY: It's the same song, just different words...


Jack wondered when he'd gotten old again. Sure, for a few years there, before the SGC had shown up at his doorstep with an offer as subtle as a shotgun wedding, he'd been feeling his years. He'd admit it now, but only after one too many beers, when the rest of the world seemed so very very young. With SG-1, moving from one cataclysm to the next, he never had the chance to feel old. Aged, well-worn, and a bit achy perhaps, but not old-old. Not like this.

He sipped the beer that was now officially one-too-many, and stared out across the moonlit lake that might or might not have fish, depending on how many more times they messed with the timeline. Or had already messed with it. He’d never been too good at the linguistics of time travel (that's what Daniel was for), but now he wouldn't have to be. Now it was Mitchell's job to conjugate the impossible.

Mitchell (who made him feel old by just breathing) was out there, somewhere, saving the galaxy on pure stubbornness alone. He was young-- too damn young, but no more so than Sheppard, who had more years and less sense, but that same bulldog mentality that turned the impossible into the improbable, and the improbable into everyday miracles.

Jack had a knack for pulling diamonds from coal, but he knew as well as they did that the military used diamonds to grind, not decorate.

And someday, when they'd been used up and worn down, edges shattered against harder truths, maybe they'd sit on a deck somewhere, and look up at the stars, and feel old too. Or maybe they wouldn't, because even miracles weren't enough sometimes.

Which was why he was here, now, looking up into the stars, mind chewing away at political conflicts and forests of red tape. Because he'd seen the look in Carter's eyes, and Daniel's, and Teal'c's, and almost every face in that damned mountain. He was too old to be saving the world from the front lines, and they knew it. Every time they stepped foot through that gate they carried the impossible with them, and he wouldn't-- couldn't make them carry his weight too.

They still had a world to save, and now it fell to him to make sure it was worth saving.

And next time, he’d save Mitchell a beer.

Maybe.

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"STARGATE ATLANTIS", "STARGATE SG1" and other related entities are owned, (TM) and © by MGM TELEVISION and DOUBLE SECRET PRODUCTION in association with GEKKO FILMS and THE SCIFI CHANNEL. The title is borrowed from line 13 of the poem "On His Blindness" by John Milton. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
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unforgotten_country: (Stargate)
Friday, August 25th, 2006 04:12 pm
TITLE: Alien
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SUMMARY: Two worlds, alike in dignity, in fair Colorado we set our scene...


A week off-world, two weeks home, then back again. And every time you stepped back through the gate Earth was a little less familiar and a little more foreign. Things you took for granted on one side had no corollary on the other: Jaffa, McDonald's, Replicators, laundromats, Asgard, Disney. After a while the world outside the mountain seemed less real, less immediate, more of a waking dream than life. There were no Goa'uld, no Ori, no End of the World every other day, just memories of what you used to believe.

And you can't remember when it stopped being home.

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