archiving: 3 SG-1 flash fiction stories
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stargate100. Various dates, 2005.
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Title: Decline
Author: eve11
Rating: G
Challenge: future fic. 100 words.
When the middle class tax bracket can't bear the financial burden anymore (siphoned as it is through "homeland security"), the Russians take over the Stargate program. At the conference table you fiddle with the gold buttons on your sleeves, and you have never felt so god damned helpless. Mark your words, in six months they will lose more people than the SGC did in six years, and hey, maybe they'll destroy the world to boot.
They offer you smiles and assurances, but they won't keep their promises or honor their agreements. You wouldn't either if you were in their position.
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Title: Four Days Later
Author: Eve11
Warnings: none
Note: For the "Fever" challenge. 100 words.
P4X-575 greets them with choking air and ash. Daniel pulls his bandana over his nose and mouth, staring. The flowing tenla fields are gone, charred. Small fires crawl along the hills in ragged lines. Behind that, black smoke pours into the sky over the village.
Jack coughs. Teal'c drops the vaccine supply crate. Sam double-checks the address. She finds Kyrin by the DHD -- soot-streaked, exhausted and alone. No one else believed they would come back in time.
The fever hit two days ago. The dead they left with the village to burn; the survivors are heading north into the wind.
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Title: Silent Night
Rating: G
Spoilers: none (just the movie)
100 words for the Loss challenge
Charlie gave this room life. Toys swept haphazardly into the corner, stray socks by the hamper, bed rumpled and unmade. And now everything has... stopped. So impossibly still.
Silence dizzies him. God, what are they going to do with all of this? What can they do?
Trophies. Pictures. Books. A baseball perched on a bare shelf, not even rolling. Suddenly it's in his hand and he's hurling it at the window. Glass shatters, impossibly loud and he sinks against the foot of the bed.
He wants to stop. He's as dead as this room and he just wants to stop.
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stargate100. Various dates, 2005.-------------------------------------------------
Title: Decline
Author: eve11
Rating: G
Challenge: future fic. 100 words.
When the middle class tax bracket can't bear the financial burden anymore (siphoned as it is through "homeland security"), the Russians take over the Stargate program. At the conference table you fiddle with the gold buttons on your sleeves, and you have never felt so god damned helpless. Mark your words, in six months they will lose more people than the SGC did in six years, and hey, maybe they'll destroy the world to boot.
They offer you smiles and assurances, but they won't keep their promises or honor their agreements. You wouldn't either if you were in their position.
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Title: Four Days Later
Author: Eve11
Warnings: none
Note: For the "Fever" challenge. 100 words.
P4X-575 greets them with choking air and ash. Daniel pulls his bandana over his nose and mouth, staring. The flowing tenla fields are gone, charred. Small fires crawl along the hills in ragged lines. Behind that, black smoke pours into the sky over the village.
Jack coughs. Teal'c drops the vaccine supply crate. Sam double-checks the address. She finds Kyrin by the DHD -- soot-streaked, exhausted and alone. No one else believed they would come back in time.
The fever hit two days ago. The dead they left with the village to burn; the survivors are heading north into the wind.
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Title: Silent Night
Rating: G
Spoilers: none (just the movie)
100 words for the Loss challenge
Charlie gave this room life. Toys swept haphazardly into the corner, stray socks by the hamper, bed rumpled and unmade. And now everything has... stopped. So impossibly still.
Silence dizzies him. God, what are they going to do with all of this? What can they do?
Trophies. Pictures. Books. A baseball perched on a bare shelf, not even rolling. Suddenly it's in his hand and he's hurling it at the window. Glass shatters, impossibly loud and he sinks against the foot of the bed.
He wants to stop. He's as dead as this room and he just wants to stop.
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