Jack and Daniel meet an alien who likes music.

It’s probably the safest way of working out his tension.

“What could you possibly say to me,” Derek asks, “that would be regretful?”

Evil robots, basically. Sometimes Stiles regrets signing that nondisclosure agreement.

After Teal’c turned traitor, Apophis cut out the tongue of every poet and bard who knew the songs concerning him.

They stuck to the coastline, because the zombies—infected humans—instinctively avoided the ocean, what with the way saltwater made them dissolve.

Jack wakes up in the SGC to the news that his team is dead. If he weren’t hearing the news from General Hammond he might not believe it–and even so it’s not quite real until he sees the bodies. Once he does, he knows nothing is ever going to be the same again.

Sam wakes up in the SGC to the news that she is now the senior member of SG-1. Jack O’Neill is dead. For Sam and her team, nothing is ever going to be the same again.

SG-1 might be able to go on like this–Sam’s going to keep her team together if it kills her–but a man who’s lost his team is capable of anything, and Jack’s about to do the unthinkable to make things right.

Jeannie was pretty sure that SG-1 had not expected her to get shot at when they’d taken her offworld to fix the malfunctioning thingetyjibbet.

When he is older, a man and the disgraced First Prime of a false god, he will wonder how much his parents had known.

The SGC tries to borrow Hardison for a consultation. He’s not protesting, exactly, but he’s not sure they’ve thought this plan through.

There was no way for Jack to get out of the Congressional hearing without paying his dues in small-talk and chit-chat, so it was only a matter of choosing between hearing about Congresscritters’ vacation plans or making nice with the IOA delegation. And which will it be, Mr. Jones, the pit of vipers or the pit of adders? Jack wondered. He picked the IOA, and smiled and charmed and dodged political minefields through the halls and out the doors of the Capitol until they peeled away one by one to their cars and he was left with Shen Xiaoyi.

They stared at the burning, smoking wreck of what had once been a Wraith hiveship, and the two figures that walked coolly out of the wreckage.

Rather surprisingly, it was Teal’c who spoke first. “I have watched a great many Earth movies. This scene is quite common among them.”

“Except, you know, for the fact that it’s usually a couple of guys walking away from the downed alien spacecraft!”

Daniel whistled quietly at the menu prices. “Wow, this isn’t exactly O’Malleys.”

Jack laughed. “Yeah, and I’d appreciate it if we don’t get kicked out of here. I take Congresscritters here when I need to wine and dine them.”

A year or two after he finishes his clerkship at the Supreme Court, Julian discovers the hard way that sometimes the path ahead contains twists and turns you don’t expect.

Sam was reading a magazine at the breakfast table, and had it spread open to a questionnaire, which she was filling out in pen. Daniel leaned across the table, trying to read it upside down.

“It’s a life stress test,” she said. “It’s supposed to tell you how stressed out you are based on what’s been happening in your life, and whether you’re vulnerable to stress-related health problems.”

Sam has never used undue influence. Quite frankly, she’s never needed it. Her work has stood entirely on her own merits. She’s used to doing twice as well as anyone else to go half as far. It’s never tempted her to use Jack to get ahead. She has nothing but contempt for women who do that. But then, she’s never needed to.

Daniel is a cheap drunk. It only takes three beers before he’s run all the way down, leaning back on the sofa staring up at the ceiling like he might find the answer to some of their problems up there. Jack finishes his own beer before he starts trying to get Daniel off to bed. He hasn’t had as much to drink as Jack would prescribe under the circumstances, but maybe it’s enough that he’ll sleep.

Everyone always thinks it must be really dangerous and hard to go to other planets. They’re wrong.

A few months after Antartica, Cam gets an unexpected visitor.

Atlantis had been parked off San Francisco for less than a week, and Jack was already tired of people asking him what he intended to do about it. “I don’t know” didn’t seem to suit anyone, and “it’s not actually entirely up to me” even less. “If it were up to me, you’d all be back in Pegasus right now and I’d be going fishing” didn’t even get a smile. Sheppard hung around glaring at every new arrival, as if he wanted to tell them all to get off his porch.