Daniel Jackson Had changed. In the time since O'Neill left the team and Daniel himself had failed repeatedly to join the Atlantis Expedition, he had become a hollowed-out shell of the man Teal'c had first known. The empty spaces were filled then with hars
Demeter and Persephone fistfight in heaven.
It is unclear to this writer how such a fierce and deadly battle, and one so clearly successful, could have had aught to do with the great Jaffa Rebellion more than thirty years later.
There is only one story in the world.
Sometimes, there are good reasons for local customs.
Sometimes being rescued isn't all it's cracked up to be.
John has a problem. Rodney really doesn't want to help. [This links to the Rodney PoV version]
John has a problem. Rodney really doesn't want to help. [Link to the John PoV version]
This is his, he realizes with a jolt.
Halfway between Cheyenne and Jack's house, idling under the red light at the intersection where straight on led to his apartment complex and a left turn led to his real destination, Daniel pressed an unlikely combination of buttons in his radio to activat
Jesus, this better have been worth it, Jack thought, settling into his creaking captain's chair and looking carefully around for a waiter. No one in the crowd around him met his eyes. Boyd was shushing Kawalsky, for the third time, as Kawalsky complained
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