Ficlet: Domestic Virtues (PG; SG-1/Austen)
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jedibuttercupPG, Sam/Jack; Stargate SG-1/Jane Austen. 500 words, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aella_irene.
There's a moment when Sam swears she can feel the wind in her hair, taste the salt on her tongue.
Title: Domestic Virtues
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
Rating: K+/PG
Spoilers: Stargate SG-1, post-series; Jane Austen's "Persuasion"
Summary: There's a moment when Sam can swear she feels the wind in her hair, tastes the salt on her tongue.
Notes: Foraella_irene, who prompted me way back in October 2007 with "Austen/SG-1, Sam, remembrances". When I think of Austen in context of Sam, it's Persuasion that always comes to me; hence the pairing. Hope you don't mind. Contains a quote from the book, and a bit of Shakespeare also.
The first time the Hammond cruises back into Earth orbit, when she sees the blue and white sphere of home swelling marbled and welcoming in the window, there's a moment when Sam swears she can feel the wind in her hair, taste the salt on her tongue.
Her mother had been a Wentworth, one of a long and legendary naval line. Sam only remembers a few of those stories now, words of romance and fairytale associated with the warm stroke of her mother's hand. Her brother probably remembers more; has probably told them to his own three in the dim glow of a nightlight while their breathing lengthens towards sleep, but Sam had packed them away long ago when she'd chosen to follow in her father's footsteps. They surface from time to time, though, like the scent of dried, fragile flowers, stirring nostalgia: and this is one such moment.
There's no port here, no anchor to lower, no ropes to tie off at the dock. No sails to furl, no endless transitional busywork to buffer the ship's captain between her time at sea and her time ashore. She simply pulls into orbit; and in a moment, she'll beam down to the Mountain. But for all that, she feels more akin now to her grandfathers, to the many Captains Wentworth with sun-chapped cheeks and fingers callused from encounters with rope and wave, than she does to the late General Carter.
For all she's still Air Force, it isn't her father's wake Sam sails in now as Captain of one of Earth's precious BC-304s. And though she'll always miss him, it isn't her father's home she left behind to take this cruise: the one she looks forward to seeing again as much as the long-ago Frederick must have, separated by only a few moments from the native soil where his Anne waited for him.
She grins wryly to herself. It hadn't been as simple as her ancestors' story, of course; they'd been divided by more than mere years apart, by layers of history and obligations and duty more significant than familial expectations. They'd come together much older and more worn than when they'd first met, set in their ways and mired in the habits of restraint and secrecy: he no longer the wiry, energetic colonel still re-connecting to the world, she no longer the driven captain announcing to all and sundry that her ovaries made her no less a soldier. They both still belong to professions that make those friends in the know temper shared happiness with prudent concern. But for all of that--
"I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it."
It's been a long and difficult journey-- but it's only made the equilibrium they've reached all the sweeter.
Sam smiles as Major Marks touches the radio in his ear, reporting that she's cleared to beam down.
There's a star to ev'ry wandering bark; and hers is named Jack O'Neill.
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aella_irene.There's a moment when Sam swears she can feel the wind in her hair, taste the salt on her tongue.
Title: Domestic Virtues
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
Rating: K+/PG
Spoilers: Stargate SG-1, post-series; Jane Austen's "Persuasion"
Summary: There's a moment when Sam can swear she feels the wind in her hair, tastes the salt on her tongue.
Notes: For
aella_irene, who prompted me way back in October 2007 with "Austen/SG-1, Sam, remembrances". When I think of Austen in context of Sam, it's Persuasion that always comes to me; hence the pairing. Hope you don't mind. Contains a quote from the book, and a bit of Shakespeare also.The first time the Hammond cruises back into Earth orbit, when she sees the blue and white sphere of home swelling marbled and welcoming in the window, there's a moment when Sam swears she can feel the wind in her hair, taste the salt on her tongue.
Her mother had been a Wentworth, one of a long and legendary naval line. Sam only remembers a few of those stories now, words of romance and fairytale associated with the warm stroke of her mother's hand. Her brother probably remembers more; has probably told them to his own three in the dim glow of a nightlight while their breathing lengthens towards sleep, but Sam had packed them away long ago when she'd chosen to follow in her father's footsteps. They surface from time to time, though, like the scent of dried, fragile flowers, stirring nostalgia: and this is one such moment.
There's no port here, no anchor to lower, no ropes to tie off at the dock. No sails to furl, no endless transitional busywork to buffer the ship's captain between her time at sea and her time ashore. She simply pulls into orbit; and in a moment, she'll beam down to the Mountain. But for all that, she feels more akin now to her grandfathers, to the many Captains Wentworth with sun-chapped cheeks and fingers callused from encounters with rope and wave, than she does to the late General Carter.
For all she's still Air Force, it isn't her father's wake Sam sails in now as Captain of one of Earth's precious BC-304s. And though she'll always miss him, it isn't her father's home she left behind to take this cruise: the one she looks forward to seeing again as much as the long-ago Frederick must have, separated by only a few moments from the native soil where his Anne waited for him.
She grins wryly to herself. It hadn't been as simple as her ancestors' story, of course; they'd been divided by more than mere years apart, by layers of history and obligations and duty more significant than familial expectations. They'd come together much older and more worn than when they'd first met, set in their ways and mired in the habits of restraint and secrecy: he no longer the wiry, energetic colonel still re-connecting to the world, she no longer the driven captain announcing to all and sundry that her ovaries made her no less a soldier. They both still belong to professions that make those friends in the know temper shared happiness with prudent concern. But for all of that--
"I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it."
It's been a long and difficult journey-- but it's only made the equilibrium they've reached all the sweeter.
Sam smiles as Major Marks touches the radio in his ear, reporting that she's cleared to beam down.
There's a star to ev'ry wandering bark; and hers is named Jack O'Neill.
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stargatefic and at AO3)
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Date: 2011-07-09 04:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-09 10:48 pm (UTC)P&P was the first Austen I ever read, but as soon as I found Persuasion it moved up to tie as well. P&P is fun, but Persuasion's a lot more, I don't know, mature of a love story? (I always want to cheer for Anne, and then shove the Wentworths into the Bertrams' storyline.)
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Date: 2011-07-10 02:22 pm (UTC)I should reread Mansfield Park. I didn't like it as much as her other works, but I might have a new appreciation for it now. :/
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Date: 2011-07-11 07:54 am (UTC)From what I've observed, Fanny Price gets a bad rep for not being as vivacious as her morally weak opposition, Mary Crawford; especially if you go into the book expecting the heroine to be another Elizabeth Bennet or Emma or even a Jane. But on her own merits, as a very reserved, quietly determined survivor, whose convictions eventually pay off... MP is my third favorite of Austen's books, behind Persuasion and P&P.
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Date: 2011-07-09 05:09 am (UTC)Though the icon I used is usually my Sam/Jack whump icon, I think it suits well...they've been through so much since they met, both together and apart, and it always has been 'Me and Thee' for them (at least, in my mind, though it applies to the entire original team as well).
ETA: After reading this, I got a visual in my mind of Sam and Jack getting married on board the USS Constitution (the Tall Ship) with the rest of SG-1, friends and family aboard.
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Date: 2011-07-09 10:50 pm (UTC)> After reading this, I got a visual in my mind of Sam and Jack getting married on board the USS Constitution (the Tall Ship) with the rest of SG-1, friends and family aboard.
Heee; that's a very pretty picture.
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