Brain reboot memes?

[magibrain]

My brain seems to have completely shut down for working on any sort of complete creative work. (Thanks, brain.) In an effort to try to get it doing something, I'm doing a snippet meme. So, if you care to, please:

1) Comment with the premise of a fic I would never write, or
2) Comment with the premise of a fic you wish I would write.

I will attempt to write a snippet of that fic. Probably not anything so formal as a drabble; just whatever bit first comes to mind.

For this experiment, let's say that anything goes. Request slash, request het, request smut, just be advised that I will probably find hilariously contrived ways of not actually writing romantic or sexy times.

White Collar, SG-1, original... hell, request fandoms for which I wrote back in antiquity (Final Fantasy VIII, Space: Above and Beyond), request fandoms I've fallen out of writing (Doctor Who, Torchwood, Life on Mars), request fandoms where I'm familiar enough with the canon to write something but never seem to write anything for for one reason or another (Alphas, Avatar: The Last Airbender) request fandoms where I have absolutely no grasp on how to write any of the characters or confidence to write them well and so the snippet I'd produce would probably be bizarre and OOC (MCU Captain America, Orphan Black, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Black Butler, Welcome to Night Vale, Dangan Ronpa). Chaos will ensue.

I'll try to write as many as I'm able to.

Comments

[fignewton]

I think the only time you've ever written Bra'tac was in BaBS. I would love to see your take on his interactions with Sam - from that first dismissal in S1 to his full acceptance of her as a warrior.

[paian]

Oh, yes. ::nodnod::

[magibrain]

You know, I actually have a Bra'tac-centric story that got to about 3,500 words and then petered out because I didn't know enough about the Jaffa political landscape in S9-S10 (I think was the issue), and I could never be motivated to canon review.

Bratac also shows up in the ashrak fic and the pre-canon Teal'c fic! But you're right; there is always room for more Bra'tac fic.

Therefore: bits of Bra'tac, after Changeling, recovering and coming to term with Tretonin and these weird humans!

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"Do you know what it is like on Chulak, when a warrior can no longer carry a symbiote?" Bra'tac asked, and the doctor – this woman doctor, Dr. Frasier – looked at him with an expression that carried its share of amusement, or perhaps forbearance. No lack of respect, at least so far as the Tau'ri were wont to show it. But Bra'tac had the impression that he was being humored.

"I don't," she said.

Bra'tac exhaled. "The family of this aged man, his chal'tii, his comrades, would gather around," he said. "As he declined into the afterlife they would observe the ancient chants. There would be singing, feasting, howling."

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A strange sort of ingeniousness. Among the Tau'ri there were those who could not rise from their chairs, so they had devised a chair that could carry them about as though they were walking. It was such a common affliction, apparently, that it was taken without surprise that they had such contraptions ready on hand.

Bra'tac wheeled into the SGC's commissary feeling strangely unhungry. Perhaps it was because he no longer had to eat to support the symbiote which suckled at the nutrients his body provided in its pouch. Perhaps it was because he had not yet come to terms with the shame of being so weak, of knowing that his ultimate independence from the Goa'uld was inextricably wound with his weakness.

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in line in front of him.

"Bra'tac," she greeted.

"Major Carter," he said, and glanced away, toward the food lying on the counter, much of it now at eye level. Difficult to reach.

Major Carter followed his gaze, and a good-natured wryness came into her tone. "Yeah, they don't really make that accessible, do they?" she asked. "Tell you what." She grabbed another tray from the stack. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll grab it for you."

"Appreciated," Bra'tac said, and it was. Though he'd have more appreciated having no need to appreciate this.

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that the weakness of women was their station, not their nature. Just as the death of men was their station, as the subjugation of all Jaffa was their station. The Goa'uld had created these stations in antiquity and forced all Jaffa to submit, but while Bra'tac had seen the latter two for what they were, it had taken the Tau'ri to show him the first.

And now a drug of Tau'ri and Tok'ra design coursed through his veins, and he sat in a rolling mechanism which the Tau'ri provided for their weak and wounded, and these foreign revelations ran through his mind. The Tau'ri muddled matters. Major Carter was a warrior and a woman – two stations which in the Jaffa were never meant to cross. A warrior and a scientist, similarly. A warrior who looked on the fact that he could hardly stand, that his belly was empty of the prim'ta, and whose response was not even to blink, but to carry his food and invite him to her table.

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[fignewton]

The Tau'ri muddled matters.

HA YES THEY DO.

I hope one day you write more of this. And interestingly enough, I think that Bra'tac, as a complete outsider to Tau'ri culture, would have a better time acclimating to his new situation than Teal'c, who does understand Tau'ri culture and knows that ideal doesn't always equal reality.

And now I wonder if Teal'c would ever tell Bra'tac that when he dreamed, he put Bra'tac in that wheelchair...

Thanks so much for this! And you're right, of course, that you've written Bra'tac more than I remembered. Clearly I Have to reread your fic more often. :)

[princessofgeeks]

Really fascinating; thank you.

And honestly, the Jaffa situation in later seasons is pretty handwavy. I bet you could fake it with impunity. Writer what seems plausible, and we'll so be there.

Thank you for posting this; I love your Bratac voice.

[magibrain]

Hah, this is good to know! I may see if I can stitch it together and toss it out to the world, then.