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Been thinking about adding more chapters, using the ones I skipped over.
Here's the beginning snippet for Intervals 45.5...
Intervals 45.5 (or 45B, depending on how AO3 will let me insert this into the series)
Post-Lost City
... Dear Jack ...
Dear Jack,
Why the hell didn’t you heal yourself like you did with Bra’tac?
I know, I know. That would have been a paradox. You can’t heal yourself of yourself. There’s got to be a way of healing you and I’m going to find it if it kills me. I’ll do whatever the hell I have to, regardless of what it costs me. I won’t take no for an answer. Hammond can’t fire me if I’m not on world, can he? I’ll contrive a way to get on a dig with SG11 and then I’ll disappear. I know things the others don’t. Things I haven’t written in a report or told Sam and Teal’c. In case this journal gets taken, I won’t even write it down here. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, Jack.
I admit, I’m panicking a bit. I’ve been holding it in, tamping down on it. It’s me ignoring the grief process because I refuse to grieve. I refuse because you’re NOT gone! I won’t allow it! But that damn fear is back. The fear of failure. That old enemy. Snort. You always told me I was my own worst enemy.
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Opinions?
Here's the beginning snippet for Intervals 45.5...
Intervals 45.5 (or 45B, depending on how AO3 will let me insert this into the series)
Post-Lost City
... Dear Jack ...
Dear Jack,
Why the hell didn’t you heal yourself like you did with Bra’tac?
I know, I know. That would have been a paradox. You can’t heal yourself of yourself. There’s got to be a way of healing you and I’m going to find it if it kills me. I’ll do whatever the hell I have to, regardless of what it costs me. I won’t take no for an answer. Hammond can’t fire me if I’m not on world, can he? I’ll contrive a way to get on a dig with SG11 and then I’ll disappear. I know things the others don’t. Things I haven’t written in a report or told Sam and Teal’c. In case this journal gets taken, I won’t even write it down here. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, Jack.
I admit, I’m panicking a bit. I’ve been holding it in, tamping down on it. It’s me ignoring the grief process because I refuse to grieve. I refuse because you’re NOT gone! I won’t allow it! But that damn fear is back. The fear of failure. That old enemy. Snort. You always told me I was my own worst enemy.
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Opinions?
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Date: 2017-10-25 08:23 am (UTC)From:I woke up to this and saw it ....I adore your Intervals and this is Daniel from Lost city To. A. T....
Continue with lots of pom pom waving from me hon
xoxoxoxoxo
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Date: 2017-10-25 01:39 pm (UTC)From:Here's how weird my mind is: I read "pom pom" as "porn porn". The font in my email program needs changing. ;)
Sadly, the only "porn" in the story would have to be in memory form, but light on the usual details since Daniel's not exactly given to porn journaling. :-p