thothmes: RDA in flight gear from Emerald Point NAS, purporting to be O'Neill in his 30's (Test Pilot O'Neill)
X IS FOR X-TREME CHANGES by THOTHMES

Summary:A butterfly wing stirs the air, a storm is born; a little boy goes flying, and a path through life is forged. Through the mirror, the little boy doesn't fly.
Word Count:2,268
Characters: Jack, Sara, Charlie, Original Characters
Era: Preshow/Season 10/Post show
Categories:Character Study
Author's Note: You know, I planned to do all of the original team, but it got -- complicated and unwieldy, so I stopped at the first one, a meditation on how a life changes when not put to its best and highest use. Maybe mirror!Jack has everything we would wish for our Jack, but somehow I feel it's not entirely a good thing. I think his life has made him less somehow.

Excerpt: Oh, God! No more driveway! Out over the edge, and Jack and the sled were flying through the air! Out! Out! Over the snowy ground of O'Hara's back yard, silent and free, until gravity won, and with a mighty whack that drove every last ounce of breath from Jack's lungs, they were earthbound once more.

Jack was still trying to work out exactly how breathing worked, and whether this airless feeling was what grown-ups meant when they spoke of collapsed lungs, when he realized that the big boys were cheering him. At least by the time they got down to where he was, Jack had managed to suck in a couple of big breaths, and was pretty sure nothing was broken, not even the sled. Probably best if he didn't let his Ma see him without his shirt on though. It felt like there might be bruises.


Start at the beginning of the thing here )
thothmes: A pensive Jack glances down.  It has been photoshopped to look like it is made from contour layers of colored paper. (Contour Jack)
I wrote this while Irene was still down in the Bahamas, but then it was late, and I was a bit too tired to get it posted, and then life got busy. Just a little bit of time travel, but not the kind that is all head-hurty.


Title: Summer Mornings
Seasons: Pre-series, Season Eight
Spoilers: Fishing?
Warnings: Sorry Fig. Not gen. Het. Anybody hate Charlie? Good. Then we'll proceed. PG-13 if you read between lines.
Synopsis: A bit of time travel on a summer's morning.

Summer Mornings )
thothmes: SG-1 in party hats with cake etc., Happy Birthday (Happy Birthday - Early Team)
Last year you told me that I managed (by being a night owl by nature) to be the very first to wish you a happy birthday.

This year I may have been the last.

I wrote fic by way of apology to all the (many) people whose birthday's I'd missed, but it is posted over on lj, where most of the other recipients are hanging out.

So wander over and enjoy.

It's a series of ficlets gathered together and entitled "Bad Birthdays", and it's long enough as a whole that I broke it into two separate posts. It is a collection of less than stellar birthdays for the Stargate [SG-1] characters, starting Pre-series, and running as far as Season 7.

Introductory stuff, and "Bad Birthdays, Part 1" - here
"Bad Birthdays, Part 2" - here

For those who worry about such things, it is gen, and slightly AU, because I fudged a little on timing and dates to tell the story I wanted to tell.

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A Few Words From The Wise

Speak to him, for there is none born wise.
-The Maxims of Ptahotep

In mourning or rejoicing, be not far from me.
- an Ancient Egyptian Love Song

But your embraces
alone give life to my heart
may Amun give me what I have found
for all eternity.
-Love Songs of the New Kingdom, Song #2

To Know the Dark

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is travelled by dark feet and dark wings.
-Wendell Berry

Up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
-Robert Burns

Visit to the Hermit Ts'ui

Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies,
Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows.
I envy you, drunk with flowers,
Butterflies swirling in your dreams.
-Ch'ien Ch'i

Mistress of high achievement, O lady Truth,
do not let my understanding stumble
across some jagged falsehood.
-Pindar

Every Gaudy colour
Is a bit of truth.
-Nathalia Crane

I counted two-and-twenty stenches,
All well defined, and several stinks.
-Samuel Coleridge