#sally malcolm

“You really don’t get it. Fanfic isn’t about any of that. It’s not an apprenticeship or a ladder up to something ‘better’. It’s valuable in its own right. It’s about the joy of writing for your own pleasure. And about sharing your work with a community of like-minded people. It’s about...” He didn’t want to sound sanctimonious, but it was the truth, so what the hell? “It’s about creativity for creativity’s sake.”

He'd been here a week already, but still John Sheppard was in awe. And not just of the technology; there were some scarily smart people around here, and he'd gradually begun to get to know some of them. McKay, the guy who'd told him to think about the solar system, seemed to be the head smart-ass. He knew his stuff alright, but was as prickly as a porcupine on a bad day. Then again, McKay spoke his mind and Sheppard admired that. Charm he could live without, honesty he couldn't.

Jack followed Daniel. His friend was after something, that much had been clear during the phone call yesterday. Daniel hadn’t spelled it out, had insisted Jack come here in person to make the decision, which only fuelled Jack’s suspicions. Whatever the hell Daniel wanted, it was big. And it was something Daniel knew Jack wouldn’t want to give up…He could think of two things that filled that criteria: one was the military advantage this outpost gave them over the Goa'uld, and the other was Jackson himself. One of them, he might compromise. On the other no way. It just wasn’t gonna happen.

Crazy as it was—as he was, in all probability—the man actually wanted to go out there and get his friends back. Sheppard was admirable, McKay supposed. Insane, but admirable.