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18 September 2007 @ 01:44 am
happy happy birthday besyd!!!  
besyd, to whom I owe many things, including but not limited to:

Extensive knowledge of commas and how to occasionally use them properly (with supervision),
Continued sanity during a period of ridiculous insomnia (it helps that she was working the night shift, but I pretend she would have stayed up feeding me squeee on the internet anyway),
Pretty much all my Sam/Jack fic (I think I only wrote Daniel/Janet until I met her),
Pretty much all... well, most of my other fic (she can't be blamed for some things, since she only politely tolerated my omgwtflaaaaaantis!!1! and my need to write fanfic where everyone gets drunk and cuts each other's hair),

and finally:

My real, true appreciation of gun porn.

This fanfic doesn't have anything to do with the above and no doubt has unsupervised commas everywhere, but it is Sam/Jack, and it has Jacob, and it is all for you. :)

Also? I have this weird recollection that once upon a time you asked me to knit you gloves, and I said yes, and... did I make this up? Was that five years ago? Please tell me, because I will gladly knit you things (if you will gladly send me reminders so I don't forget for six months).

Title: "Something Old"
Author: Little Red
Rating: G
Spoilers: Jacob & Selmak general stuff.
Pairing: Sam/Jack. It's sort of a Jacob story in my head, though.
Summary: Sam moves a lot, but some things stay the same.


After all the times Samantha Carter had moved in her life, from state to state, house to house, she remembered most the few things that stayed the same.

Her mother had a wedding shelf; she always set it up in every house they moved to. It had a small photo album, a copy of the invitation and the program, and a decorative box filled with letters written back and forth overseas to Sam's father before her parents were married.

Sam loved the letters most of all, even though, as a child, she couldn't read her father's choppy writing or her mother's elegant cursive very well. It didn't really matter what they said -- it was the foreign post-stamps and the postcards with pictures of deserts and strange cities and wonders of the world that kept her interest, kept her going back and forth to her children's encyclopedia to learn more about the places she someday wanted to go.

Her mother's favorite part of the display, though, was the wedding photograph. It made Sam laugh because her dad had a mustache and her mom looked so different in makeup and curls instead of ponytails and engine grease (their car, she recalls, was forever breaking down), but her mother always got misty when she looked at it.

She told Sam once, "I gave this frame to your dad... oh, only a week or two after we met. It was his birthday, and I didn't even know him well enough yet to know what to buy him, but we happened to be near an antique store."

"You could have bought him a tie," Sam suggested, because that was what her mom usually bought for him whenever a gift was called for.

Her mother smiled. "He didn't wear ties as much then. The next time I was in his apartment, I saw that he hadn't put anything in the frame yet, and I was so worried he didn't like it."

"What was he doing with it?"

"He kept it empty," she said, running a thumb around the ornate metal filigree on the corner. "He said he was waiting for the right picture."

Years later, when Sam's father left Earth for another planet, he gave it to her.

Sam had forgotten about the framed photograph, but once she saw it again, it didn't surprise her at all that her father still had it or, of all the things he owned that he'd consigned to storage bins to one day be divided between Sam and her brother and Goodwill, this was the one item he wanted to hand-deliver.

"I don't want to lose it out there," he said with a sad smile, a little different than his usual smile, now that Selmak was sharing his every thought. Although that subtle change scared and disturbed her, it strangely reminded her of her childhood, of the way he was when her mother was still alive and he didn't look quite so tired all the time.

Sam put the picture on her bookshelf, then on her wall, then on her nighttable by her bed where her father always kept it, but it never quite found its place.

In the end, it took a whole different house. Like her mother had done all the times her father was transferred and their lives were uprooted and replanted, it was one of the first things she unpacked upon officially moving in.

It looked good there, on his mantle next to the memories most important in his life -- his son, his medals for service, his friends. Their picture, fresh from Cassandra Fraiser's digital camera. (Her wedding had been much less of a traditional affair than her mother's, and without an official photographer; it was more of let's do this before the universe implodes again rescheduled-twice-by-galactic-emergency affair.)

When Jack came in, she was still staring, touching the edges of the frame the way her mother used to do.

"What's that?"

She stepped back to let him see her parents' wedding photo. "I hope you don't mind I put it up here."

She knew he wouldn't mind, but she wondered what he would think. In the space of the few seconds Jack spent looking at the picture, she had three or four potential conversations with him in her head -- how she looked almost exactly like her mother, how no, she really didn't mind that she'd gotten married in jeans instead of a wedding gown like the one in the picture, how she missed her father but didn't want to talk about it, how she worried that Jack would find the story of the perfect photo for the perfect frame a little silly.

"So," Jack said. "Jacob really had a mustache?"

Sam laughed. "Yes. He shaved it off before I was old enough to remember, though."

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer as he examined their new mantle display. Theirs. She shivered a little, because even a long, hard decade in the making, she wasn't used to this.

"That might be a scary first memory."

"It's not that bad." It always made her want to giggle, though, even as an adult. "I think I got used to it. My mom always used to put this picture up whenever we moved somewhere new."

Jack nudged her head with his chin. "Does that mean you're planning to stay a while?"

Her heart skipped a beat, just looking at him. "I'll think about it."

"Good."

She looked back at their picture, jeans and t-shirts, smiling at something Cassie said behind the camera. She was sure this wouldn't be the last house she lived in, because she couldn't really imagine staying permanently still, but she wanted to put that picture up wherever else she went. "Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"We should get a nice frame."

*end*
 
 
 
Loriel Eris: hugs and kisses // sg1loriel_eris on September 18th, 2007 10:12 am (UTC)
Awww, this was just perfect. Atlantis has distracted me, so it's been ages since I've read S/J - this was perfect to come back to. *happy sigh*

Loved this line:

Her wedding had been much less of a traditional affair than her mother's, and without an official photographer; it was more of let's do this before the universe implodes again rescheduled-twice-by-galactic-emergency affair.
Little Red: sg - sj plotting - lindir_jaxmylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
Atlantis has distracted me tooooo!!! I haven't watched SG-1 in so long. I should make a little marathon of my favorites and relive the mad squeee. :) *preemtively uploads more icons*
Lindsay: SG-1 - love in an elevatorbabylil on September 18th, 2007 01:07 pm (UTC)
Awww. Sam and Jack always make me want to say 'awwww'. This is very cute, and I can totally see them getting married in jeans and t-shirts.
Little Red: sg - sj more than words - lizmylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:10 am (UTC)
I would just LOVE it if they got married in jeans and t-shirts. A what-the-hell, afterthought, Daniel-aren't-you-a-minister-off-that-internet-website sort of wedding. Not in an end-of-the-world way, either, although that's probably much more likely.
nanda नान्दा: sg sj smart + smartassnandamai on September 18th, 2007 01:42 pm (UTC)
Awww! You have such a nice way of writing mush without making it mushy.

If I were a much more selfish person, I'd demand that you write more S/J right now.
Little Red: sg - x-files - lizmylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:13 am (UTC)
Yay! I always worry that I'll fall over the line between "fluff" and "dear god make it stop," but these characters seem to have built-in mush-resistance. Like a teflon coating.

If I were more vulnerable to suggestion, I totally would. Oh, wait... *writes* Don't you also have a bridge to sell me somewhere?
Tricia: sam&jacktriciabyrne1978 on September 18th, 2007 01:43 pm (UTC)
THIS is perfect!

Love it!
Little Red: sg - sj canon - nos'mylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:14 am (UTC)
Yay!! Thank you! :)
Human Collaborator Flunkie Pool!fic Muse: S/J - hopeless (by the_cat07)joyfulfeather on September 18th, 2007 02:24 pm (UTC)
*hearts* I love the look back at her parents' marriage and the comparison to her own life now. It's very quietly sweet.

Also, for some reason I really like the idea that Sam's mom was a car person. It's a nice little touch. :)
Little Red: sg - sj canon - nos'mylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:16 am (UTC)
I have ridiculous, ridiculous love for Jacob Carter/Sam's Mom. They (and Catherine/Ernest 4eva!!) might really be my sekrit otp of this show. Their love is so tragic and yet awesome and he still wears his wedding ring and omg. <3

And Sam's mom was totally a feminine, devoted housewife who always fixed the car and stove herself, usually with a toddler on one hip.

Um, it's possible I've thought about this a lot.
Tammy - never give up, never surrender: SG1 - S/J Solace - besydbesyd on September 18th, 2007 03:52 pm (UTC)
SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You wrote birthday!fic for me! [grabs you in a huge bear hug and bounces around the room] I love you!

And I would so have pretended to stay up and feed your squee had I not been working the shift-from-hell.

I think what brought us together was Second Chances (Yes, I'm still waiting.), which definitely had some S/J overtones.

And I love all your fic, whether it feeds my own personal squee or not.

Always. Gun. Porn.

Oh but this fic is beautiful. So, so perfect. (I promise I will try not to won't ever go back and look for unsupervised commas. -g-) I love the Dad aspect. (I adore the idea of the wedding shelf.) And then Jack showed up ... and hugged her close ... and my heart melted.

Jack nudged her head with his chin.

I have no words for how much I love this line. My ship in a nutshell. You are so, so good.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for every word, every image. My day is now officially made. :^D

*much much much love*
Little Red: sg - sj canon - nos'mylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:20 am (UTC)
I couldn't let your birthday go by without fic!!! I was all a-flail all day about how I couldn't thiiiink of anything, and of course it hit me right at bedtime. :)

Second Chances probably had far fewer S/J overtones until you came along, m'dear. Then I got all obsessed about mirror!S/J and their tragic ex-lover-ness, and actually, that was probably what made me a Sam/Jack shipper after all. *eyes you* Your fault!

You can totally look for unsupervised commas! I'm sure it's a mess, because I kept flip-flopping tenses during the writing of it as the story changed and because it was very late (or very early). I am so totally madly in love with Jacob/Sam's Mom (I gave her a name once, I think, but I've forgotten it). And Sam and Jack and I think I kind of lost the plot on them after the DVR ate the back half of season 9, but YAY, the squeee is still there!
Tammy - never give up, never surrender: SG1 - Danny Hands - besydbesyd on September 18th, 2007 04:12 pm (UTC)
I have this weird recollection that once upon a time you asked me to knit you gloves

Yes! (And it was strictly a whenever-you-find-time, so you are not late or anything.) Fingerless wrist warmers, I guess you'd call them. There was a short version that was cute and a longer version that covered more of my arm. And we considered the pros (and cons) of them being a similar knit to my neck gator (that double-stretchy thing).

And OMG look what I've found!

Let's email!gab more on this subject. :^D
Little Red: knit - my purlsmylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:22 am (UTC)
*steeples fingers thoughtfully*

You don't say? That headwarmer is indeed spiffalicious. With helmet and ponytail holes! (Optional -- do you have helmets and ponytails?)

I'm still not convinced about the double-stretchy thing for gloves, even fingerless gloves... hrm. I'm also not sure how I would work the thumbhole. *thinks* It's possible it could be done. :)
(no subject) - besyd on September 20th, 2007 12:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Tammy - never give up, never surrender: SG1 - Jack Fishing - besydbesyd on September 18th, 2007 04:15 pm (UTC)
Ack! I forgot to give you this link above. You may already have it, but this is where I found my headcover-of-awesomeness.
Jo. R: SG1 SJ Alwaysdriftingatdusk on September 18th, 2007 06:18 pm (UTC)
Yay! Beautiful, lovely, wonderful fic! *sniffles* I miss Jacob but this was just perfect - the comparison between the two pictures, the backstory of Sam's parents and their history... Just lovely! *happy sigh*

Your SJ fic always makes me smile, or sigh, or cry. This one did all three. :)
Little Red: sg - sj canon - nos'mylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:24 am (UTC)
Awww, yay!! It's hard to go back to writing pairings that I haven't touched in a while, which is probably why I focused so much on Jacob's marriage instead of the Sam/Jack interaction (gotta get my feet wet again...). Although really, I <3 Jacob/Sam'sMom OTP 4eva. <3 <3 <3

And I think Jacob would be proud of his girl, even getting married in jeans. ;)
(no subject) - driftingatdusk on September 20th, 2007 05:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
holdouttrout: sam_jackholdouttrout on September 18th, 2007 06:23 pm (UTC)
Oh, my goodness.

This was so nice. Lovely! *is misty*
Little Red: sg - sj more than words - lizmylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:25 am (UTC)
Awww, thank you!
Julie, betrayer of the literary tradition: sam/jack - mercsillasplash_the_cat on September 18th, 2007 06:39 pm (UTC)
AW. *squees*
Little Red: sg - x-files - lizmylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:25 am (UTC)
Your icon wins times one million.

<3
Nenya Kanadka: [politics] fear itselfnenya_kanadka on September 18th, 2007 10:28 pm (UTC)
Aww. Jacob-fic! And cute S/J without being too mushy. Yay!
Little Red: sg - sj canon - nos'mylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:26 am (UTC)
LOL. You're not the only one to mention you were slightly afraid of mush. (I was too, while I was writing it. It got close.)
majorsamfan: sjmajorsamfan on September 19th, 2007 12:20 am (UTC)
*sigh*

*squees quietly because she's at work (with men)*

Thank you for writing b-day!fic for besyd we could all enjoy.

*hugs her stupid cute OTP*
majorsamfan: OTPmajorsamfan on September 19th, 2007 12:24 am (UTC)
and PS
We have several flisters and fandoms in common...how have I not heard of you before? I'm hoping to read more of your writing...will look to see if you have a link to it, but if not...can you point me?

*bats eyelashes*
Re: and PS - mylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:32 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: and PS - besyd on September 20th, 2007 01:12 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - mylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:31 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - majorsamfan on September 20th, 2007 05:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - majorsamfan on September 24th, 2007 05:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
One Whose Honesty is Stronger Than Her Fear: adorkableamilyn on September 19th, 2007 02:48 am (UTC)
Awww....::loves::

I LOVE it when you write in fandoms I know, because you're SO damned good. LOVE.

This is pitch-perfect and lovely and...thank you.
Little Red: sg - sj canon - nos'mylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:33 am (UTC)
Yayyyy!! Sam/Jack is love. I'm sorry I neglected them for so long.
Anxious Audrey: Sam&Jack_BrocaDivide by ladyirethaudrich on September 19th, 2007 12:26 pm (UTC)
The rhythms in this are so perfect - rise and fall.. rise and fall... the story unfolds as natural as breathing.

Lucky besyd, thank you for doing something nice for her and sharing it with us :0)

Aud
xx
Little Red: sg - sj canon - nos'mylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2007 05:34 am (UTC)
Wow, thank you. I really appreciate it. :)

besyd deserves the nicest things ever, because she is awesome.
(no subject) - besyd on September 20th, 2007 01:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)