[SG fic] X is for X-301
This fic totally kicked my ass. I struggle with Teal'c, hence the reason for challenging myself with it, and X wasn't the easiest of letters to work with to begin with, but really my main problem was that I wasn't feeling writery. Yes, that is a word. Therefore, I fear I've not done Teal'c justice.
Fortunately there are 25 other awesome fics for Teal'c Alphabet Soup. Yey Gen Fic Day!
Teal'c, rated G, very short, pretty depressing sorry, spoilers for Tangent. Thanks to Cole and KT for the hand-holding.
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"If we are to die, we die well.”
It is the truth, but kelno’reem still evades him. He tries to clear his mind, but his thoughts return to his guilt and his unwillingness to leave O’Neill to die alone.
He curses himself for his lack of judgement. For not considering the lengths Apophis would go to to punish the shol’va. Despite his reserved assessment of the hybrid test flight, he had taken enjoyment in the thrill, the speed. He’d let it blind him. With the chance to use the Goa’uld’s own technology against them, he’d allowed himself to join O’Neill, Major Carter and the Generals in their pride.
And now he is taking the fall and bringing his brother with him.
He clenches his fists against the feelings, seeking the necessary calm. Every minute he cannot meditate, he consumes more of the oxygen his friend so desperately needs.
As a final act of contrition, he sinks into kelno’reem, the dark embrace as unforgiving as his own fading thoughts.
Fortunately there are 25 other awesome fics for Teal'c Alphabet Soup. Yey Gen Fic Day!
Teal'c, rated G, very short, pretty depressing sorry, spoilers for Tangent. Thanks to Cole and KT for the hand-holding.
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"If we are to die, we die well.”
It is the truth, but kelno’reem still evades him. He tries to clear his mind, but his thoughts return to his guilt and his unwillingness to leave O’Neill to die alone.
He curses himself for his lack of judgement. For not considering the lengths Apophis would go to to punish the shol’va. Despite his reserved assessment of the hybrid test flight, he had taken enjoyment in the thrill, the speed. He’d let it blind him. With the chance to use the Goa’uld’s own technology against them, he’d allowed himself to join O’Neill, Major Carter and the Generals in their pride.
And now he is taking the fall and bringing his brother with him.
He clenches his fists against the feelings, seeking the necessary calm. Every minute he cannot meditate, he consumes more of the oxygen his friend so desperately needs.
As a final act of contrition, he sinks into kelno’reem, the dark embrace as unforgiving as his own fading thoughts.