[Fic: SG-1] This Is What It's Like
Oct. 14th, 2011 02:22 pmTitle: This Is What It's Like
Rating: T.
Genre: Angst, character study, interpersonal drama, vignettes.
Beta: Left to go to Gleneagle.
Continuity: Plays well with canon.
Prerequisites: Mostly Heroes and Resurrection, but it follows on in the Bead Sutra series, which contains tags for The Tomb, Unnatural Selection, Full Circle, and Fallen as well.
Summary: The infamous wooden beads leave SG-1. Life goes on.
Disclaimer: Come on, it's not like if I claimed to own SG-1 anyone would believe me anyway. The opinions expressed herein are the properties of the characters and not of Colleen Rennison. If tunnel is dark, remove sunglasses. Caution: beads are not a lifesaving device. Questions, comments and cheesecake can be left in replies or directed to magistrata(at)gmail(dot)com. Thank you for reading.
Wordcount: About 4500.
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( Cassie has never been up in an airplane when she books a one-way ticket for Chattanooga, packs her bags, and collapses onto the edge of her bed, cradling a lab coat to her chest and crying. )
Rating: T.
Genre: Angst, character study, interpersonal drama, vignettes.
Beta: Left to go to Gleneagle.
Continuity: Plays well with canon.
Prerequisites: Mostly Heroes and Resurrection, but it follows on in the Bead Sutra series, which contains tags for The Tomb, Unnatural Selection, Full Circle, and Fallen as well.
Summary: The infamous wooden beads leave SG-1. Life goes on.
Disclaimer: Come on, it's not like if I claimed to own SG-1 anyone would believe me anyway. The opinions expressed herein are the properties of the characters and not of Colleen Rennison. If tunnel is dark, remove sunglasses. Caution: beads are not a lifesaving device. Questions, comments and cheesecake can be left in replies or directed to magistrata(at)gmail(dot)com. Thank you for reading.
Wordcount: About 4500.
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( Cassie has never been up in an airplane when she books a one-way ticket for Chattanooga, packs her bags, and collapses onto the edge of her bed, cradling a lab coat to her chest and crying. )