summary: still sick

[minxy]

Normally, I wait in the mornings to see whether I still have my low-grade fever, which is the hallmark signature of Minx Being Ill. Normally fevers don't spike immediately on waking because your body has had this whole nice *sleep* thing (nevermind you having to wake up several times to blow your nose) and it's kinda got things under control.

So I wait, to see if maybe I can go into work later today, right? Only no, because my head hurts and my spine hurts and I'm walking like I have a migraine and I'm tethered to my tissue box. I'm taking my meds and calling it. Staying home, day 2, exactly one day longer than I am prepared to be sick.

So, character meme (entertain me, LJ!), ganked from rydra_wong and a plethora of others:

1. Comment to this post with the name of a character that I have written in fic. (link takes you to the fanfic tag, which includes ficlets and such. Major fics are also listed in this post and in the sidebar.)
2. I will comment telling you the following:

a. What initially prompted me to like the character enough to write about him/her.
b. One of his/her best traits.
c. One of his/her worst traits.
d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character.
e. The story/chapter/paragraph/phrase where I feel that I truly captured the character.
f. My plans (if any) to write the character in the near future.

Also, thanks to whoever nominated my stuff in the Stargate Fan Awards, none of my stories there have been nominated before, so that's all levels of awesome. Also, nominating person(s), you are showing your gen preferences, which makes me all kinds of happy since both fic in the works right now are gen (what can I say? Teal'c is quietly sitting in full lotus over in the corner of my brain telling me that now is not the time for such things.)

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e. This is Sam POV, actually, but it's all the competence of Jack just as I have him give up tactical command. From All the Infections That the Sun Sucks Up:

She hears from Jack at 1423 on a Tuesday. The message is a set of tones, as though someone were misdialing, but McKay is back-calculating which number makes which tone and the number of potential coordinates before the last, elongated and grating tone stops. Sam wonders if he broke the push button. She also knows, definitively, that he is agreeing to help, but going on record as saying the plan sucks. She only needs Rodney to tell her where to send her people to meet him; message received.

Jack doesn't hang up, though, and neither does Sam. They sit for long breaths, Sam absently looking in McKay's direction and only barely registering his nodding and pointing. She listens for breathing on the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry," she says, careful to use no names.

"I've had this objective before, you know," he says conversationally.

"I know," she says, voice low with shared failure.

"Not that time, I mean more recently," he continues, emphasis laying oddly on the words, "just before. I think maybe it's time to let you take over. I never should have tried to be the brains of the operation."

"We'll find a way to get you out again," she feels as though she's twelve, negotiating for a scheme to go to an amusement park instead of a company function. Words empty, promises transparent bargaining. "We'll—"

"Yes, sir," he cuts her off. The reassurances were sounding hollow to her, too.

"God, I'm sorry," she says again, biting back his name at the last minute. There had been a time when she would never have even thought his name. She isn't sure when that changed.

"Me too," he says. Over the droning of the dial tone, she realizes it only took until the end of the world for them to learn to communicate.

f. Do not presently have any plans to write Jack, though I am immersed in everything I can do, beta-wise in assisting with a really ambitious Jack project that I am really very excited about. I hope you get to see Rydra's WIP of Doom really soon, it's going to be something.

ETA: Dangit! I have this little Cassie ficlet of her talking to Jack on the phone. It's hand written in one of my journals somewhere and I was going to put it in for the Secondary Character's Carnival of Squee... wonder if I can still make it?

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Yes yes yes! Love your Jack. Love your brain! Yay for enabling, and yay for Jack&Cassie, too!

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Dude, I should really transcribe that. The only problem is that it's all dialog with absolutely nothing else going on... I need to decide if anyone can see each other or whose POV I'm focusing on so that I can describe some other senses.

When is the Carnival due? Did I miss all of it? I should check.

...ooooh, maybe I could play with omnicience!