stargate sg-1

//you're a cruel god, george lucas//
She knew she shouldn’t have made that crack about Star Wars during Combustion Theory last week. George Lucas had somehow heard her and now she was never going to have sex again. Sequel to Mary Steenburgen, Eat Your Heart Out. Sam/Jack, Everyone, Humor. Teen.

//mary steenburgen, eat your heart out//
While it was more of a grunt-and-smile-out-of-obligation relationship, she liked to think they were working their way up to a rapport. Jack-Built AU fic. Sam/Jack, Everyone, Humor. Teen.

//heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full//
He’d seen her as a woman in all her different versions and in all kinds of light, but there was something about her now – in a parking lot of all places – that made him stop and stare. Sam/Daniel, Angst. Teen.

//nobody's crying//
He comes to her door at 3 am in khakis and a leather coat. Sam/Jack, Angst. Adult.

//something that you don't//
He knows that sex is the closest he’ll ever get to Carter. He wonders if she knows it’s the closest she’ll ever get to him. Sam/Jack, Angst. Adult.

//forfeit//
They drew straws. Team, Sam/Jack. Teen. **Character Death**

//rocketmen//
She's the only sane one left.  Team. Humor. All ages.

//reconciling the tulips//
She thinks about moving on. Sam/Jonas Hansen, Angst. Teen.

//game face//
It would happen over and over again, and it would never be discussed. Jack/Daniel, Angst. Adult.

//life without regret//
She’d always be up there in that drab green locker trapped inside that militarily-issued space, waiting for the day she would be emptied and her name taped over. Sam/Jack, Angst. Teen.

//elusive//
She had been just the littlest bit aloof. Her smile was never all there, her laugh was always distant. Sam/Jack, Angst, Hurt/Comfort. All ages.

//nostra maxima culpa//
Everything might have turned out so differently. Sam/Jack, Angst, AU. Teen. **Work in Progess**

//luxury//
The right thing isn't always the moral thing. Sam/Jack, Angst. All ages.

 

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