Stargate Fic: Tell

Ummmm, I totally did not forget for a while I had written this, what, no.

This is a fixit of a fixit, or in other words a sequel to Common Language, a Bechdel Test fixit story I wrote about the kidnapped Air Force sergeant from "Children of the Gods." This will not make a whole lot of sense if you haven't read that.


Sam, Daniel. post-"Children of the Gods" and post-"Secrets". PG. 1,302 words.
"Teal'c, all of this started, from our perspective, when a woman under my command, Sergeant Jessica Hoyt, was kidnapped from this facility. What can you tell us about her current whereabouts?"


( Tell )

welcome to the inside of my head on a Friday afternoon.

a) I just realized that I am either mentally conflating Jim Kirk and Julian Kestrel, or just operating on the assumption that Jim has daddy issues almost as massive as Julian's. That seems less unreasonable than actually conflating them, doesn't it? I guess I could try picturing Chris Pine the next time I reread the books and see what happens...

b) Hooray for short books: I started at lunchtime, and finished over my dinner of pizza (only slightly delayed by the delivery guy trying to find my house on a completely different street), Lauren McLaughlin's Cycler.

OMG SO GOOD. WANT FANFICTION. The sequel, which appears to be horribly confusing Amazon by being called (Re)Cycler, is out next month, but but but. WANT. FIC.

Slightly more specifically: Cycler is the story of seventeen-year-old Jill, who, four days a month, turns into Jack. (For a time, Jill simply became male for four days of the month, but she found the whole thing so traumatizing she learned self-hypnosis to destroy her memories of the experience, and then a whole male personality, Jack, came into existence.) Jill's getting along with her Big Secret pretty well, right up until Jack decides that he would rather have a life of his own in the four days of existence he gets every month than keep on keeping Jill's secret--a life that includes falling in love with Jill's best friend. Meanwhile Jill's searching for a boyfriend of her own in the form of the mysterious loner transfer student in her calc class.

Let me just say: HIJINKS ENSUE.

( Spoilerishly specifically: )

c) Misha Collins, seriously, I am going to unfollow your ass if you don't knock it off with the world-domination-via-thirty-consecutive-tweets.