I mean this as the highest compliment: this and the previous story make me think of synecdochic's stuff. This is the dark, twisted, ten-years-on-the-sharp-end have warped them, SG1. As uncomfortable as it makes me to read it, I really believe it. They're so damaged and the end...well, the end shows how the SGA side is being eroded the same way. Cam will get there too.
My favorite part is the little scene with Sam.
“They promised,” she says, voice tight with the same mix of emotion. “They promised me they wouldn’t-.” She stops, but it’s enough. John’s not the only one they’ve played with, fucked around with.
So much packed into so little and whole vistas of wrong opening up before Cam. I'm imagining Sam telling O'Neill and Jackson that if she ever found out they'd done that to someone (after they'd done it to her) she would end them. Because they killed something in her but she's got enough integrity and compassion to want to protect someone else from the same.
That's the mark of a really good story, when I start imagining other bits of it.
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My favorite part is the little scene with Sam.
“They promised,” she says, voice tight with the same mix of emotion. “They promised me they wouldn’t-.” She stops, but it’s enough. John’s not the only one they’ve played with, fucked around with.
So much packed into so little and whole vistas of wrong opening up before Cam. I'm imagining Sam telling O'Neill and Jackson that if she ever found out they'd done that to someone (after they'd done it to her) she would end them. Because they killed something in her but she's got enough integrity and compassion to want to protect someone else from the same.
That's the mark of a really good story, when I start imagining other bits of it.