Stuff I'm working on at the moment includes:

Unnamed Jack/Daniel story:

There were some things friends didn't do.

Friends didn't let friends drive drunk; they also didn't act on their gut responses that told them there was more to one another than met the eye. Friends didn't take advantage of their friendship just on the off chance they might get the opportunity to fuck their quite probably straight friends.

And that was what he and Daniel had always been, unlikely as it might have seemed at times, right? Friends. There for one another, picking up the pieces after a tough mission. Making cracks about impending eye strain and cajoling one another to do something different for a change.

Jack knew at times recently he'd acted like an asshole. He was pretty certain Daniel knew it too, along with the rest of the team. Carter never said anything - she wouldn't, it wasn't how she was. Teal'c just watched everything, like he always did, and it didn't take a mind reader to see the disapproval in his eyes. For all the stoic Jaffa warrior stuff, at times Teal'c could be an open book.

But it had to be this way. Anything else spelled disaster, pure and simple. There was no room for emotional ties, at least nothing deeper than the already over-complicated ones SG-1's time together had fostered, on a front line team. Emotional ties got people killed, if they were lucky.

'Turncoat', a Teal'c-centric story. Ever thought that Teal'c was accepted by everyone at the SGC just a little too easily? After all, he's technically been a traitor at least twice over...

Once, when he had first joined the SGC, his quarters had been under permanent surveillance, cameras recording his every move. It had taken O'Neill merely a matter of weeks to persuade General Hammond that was unnecessary - at the time Teal'c had been glad of what little privacy that decision gave him, but now it merely left him feeling more vulnerable than he was used to.

The last time, he had known even as he opened the door, the smell enough to tell him just what had happened. Only his knowledge of the SGC's routines had allowed him to strip and replace the sheets without anyone finding out they had been soiled, while the smell had taken far longer to completely dissipate.

This time, his quarters appeared untouched. Not that he had too much in the way of personal possessions to damage. It was only as he closed the door that he saw it, painted on the wall in still-wet paint. Red, like the blood he'd shed in the service of Apophis, trickling down from the bottom of the scrawled 'traitor' to form small pools on the concrete floor.

There was little he could do about this now. Once the paint was dry, the accusation could be painted over, but in the meantime there was no point in delaying his own routine.

Even as Teal'c lit the candles for kel no reem, the familiar smell of the melting wax filling the room and overtaking the reek of paint, he wondered just what it would take to prove his loyalties to the rest of the SGC once more. If he ever could.

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