You know I try; sometimes I don't succeed.

[minxy]

And it is decidedly possible that I rec before I feedback. Mea culpa, mea culpa.

troyswann's elegantly petulant and disappointed enemy, facing down an indominable Rodney and a posturing John. There is wittiness; you are warned. Sheppard and Violence, PG, and teh funny.

skooziepants, once apon a time, wrote a Very Smart SGA/Harry Potter crossover, in which everyone is at Hogwarts, but of different generations. Harry and co. are the elder, and John and Co. are the new gang of students tapped to save the world. Bagglevarger's Theory of Inversive Magic. Pre-slash, rate it PG-13 (worksafe). Longer read, completed in two parts, pre-slash.

Also from the annals of the 'fashionably late' recommendations: SGA fic by sprat, in which John looks death in the eye one too many times and outs himself, and Rodney is unexpectedly ticked off about it. It's really a nice little ficlet, and it has a great momentum. Long Way to Fall, probably an R rating for language and references to sex, but nothing really explicit.

holdouttrout wrote a great little Sam/Jack pre-ship apocafic called Year One. Both in character, nice emotional intelligence from Jack, practicality from Sam. Worksafe, rate it PG-13.

kuwdora, who may be keeping pegasus_b active single-handedly, wrote an unusual prose format Daniel/Rodney backstory, with great intimacy and angst, the way that only they can manage. Eureka, worksafe.

The beautiful, lovely and unspeakably talented raqs has posted a Jack/Daniel fic which is of the awesome. Climbing, AU, NC-17. I loved how first appearances deceive in this fic. I also love that raqs has quietly indicated that her head holds more backstory for these two, and that one day she might tell it to us.

janedavitt finished the eclipsed series and is now available to write ficlets (like this one yay!) in that verse, yay! Her boys in this final installment remain admirably themselves while simultanteously being too damn tired to avoid the truth any longer. Stupid boys, letting it come to that. Eclipsed, part 10/10, R rated, maybe, but the whole series is NC-17.

In other news, am home now, having made progress on the dark_gate fic! For those who are interested, it took me 6 bloody (not literally) pages to work up to the smut. Good gracious. Also, am beta-ing. *is proud* Has the slump been broken? Has the muse been dragged back to work, kicking and screaming? We'll know once the betas have their say. Stay tuned for breaking news.

Also, I posted a fic! Granted, it was before I left, but still. In case you missed it, it's here: Footsoldiers on Uneven Ground. Because I'm reccing my own fic, I shall be all cryptic and not tell you what an unusual protagonist I have, or that I created an OC, or that it's the first (and probably only) time this pairing has ever been written, and that it's pretty much a PG story. But that's my perogative as a reccer, so there.

However! There's been a nice little response to this fic (more than I expected, frankly) and Sal said she'd like to see more of Mehr'auc. This isn't exactly more of her, but here is a ficlet for troyswann:

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"Tell me of your mother." Ishta's gait was still easy, her steps long, and her fingers idly playing with the seeds in a shaft of grain.

"You are nothing but questioning," Teal'c answered, centering himself in the view of the sky, Ishta in his peripheral vision keeping him on course.

"You have told me of your wife, your son, your friends, your father..." He could see that she was glancing at him askance, gauging his reaction. "How did you come to be in the service of Apophis when your father died as First Prime of Kronos?"

"We left Kronos' service in disgrace; sought sanctuary on Chulak in the service of Apophis. I have told you this." He had, he had said much in the last few hours; he could feel it in his voice and throat. It was a pleasant ache.

"No," Ishta said, her pace slowing slightly, "You ought to have become an outcast, doomed to serve and beg, yet you are not. You became First Prime of a different Goa'uld. How is it this came to pass?"

Teal'c brought his eyes down from the skies to rest in the spaces between the trees, the dark hollows.

"My mother made a choice," Teal'c said, the memory old and rusty, "And commended me to Master Bra'tac's care on her death."

"How did she die?" The woman was as stubborn as a mak'tar.

"In the outcast camp, of persistent illness, as many in the camps did." Teal'c had been young, the memory of his father's loss still sharp. He had always blamed Kronos by accessory for his mother's death as well.

"Master Bra'tac would not help her?" Ishta's voice held barely concealed knives.

"He would have. She refused his assistance for herself." This brought a halt to their movement across the field.

"There was romance between them." Ishta spoke as though answering her own question.

"Trust a woman to see romance in any tale," Teal'c said, his voice thick with memories he had not considered in many years.

"You are mistaken, Teal'c," Ishta said, moving into his field of vision and guiding him between the trees, "if you think that all I can see in this story is it's romantic qualities."

It was not the first time that Teal'c thought he might have accidentally underestimated the woman.

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Thank you! Actually had plans for much more drama around her death, but thought it would have a much Teal'cyer impact if it was quiet and understated. Just the idea that a Jaffa with a symbiote died of something simple implies such squalor to me that it hurt more.

I'm glad you loved her a little bit. I loved the grace with which she bore all her burdens and still found energy to effect change.