#sostarry

#janegate by deadmemewalking

A Ghost in Boston by sostarry

Behind Enemy Lines by Anon

Change Your Win Conditions by Vera_Dragonmuse

Hockey Boy Quitter by goldengalaxies

Jane and Lily's Guide to Psychological Warfare by Anonymous

No Turning Back by mansikka

Operation O Canada, or the Hollander-Rozanov Method of Soft Launching by robbinscinquefoil

Shane Hollander Boy Kisser Confirmed! by chuyasexual

The Chips are Set to Fall by icopythefax

" sorry? " he blinks up at her sheepishly, coffee mug clutched in his hand. it's his third - no, fourth - cup already this morning. he'd been here all night, poring over a series of tablets sg-14 had brought back from their last trip off-world. the contents weren't exactly earth-shattering to, well, earth, but he was this close to cracking the local dialect... and that was more than worth the loss of a little sleep...

at least he'd thought so. that was until sam had taken a seat across from him in the mess, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and far too full of jargon for the early hour. god, he was starting to sound like jack...

" sorry, sam - you're uh- you're going to have to run that one by me again, " he says, pushing his glasses up his nose to rub his eyes.

the last thing he'd expected when he heard a pounding at his door was a disgruntled blonde. well , no. he expected a pissed blonde , just not this one. he'd explained where his boss was , rubbing the sleep from his eyes , hoping that would be the end of it and he could get back to his bed. alas , it's never that simple is it ?

" when were you planning on telling me? "

❛ oh? I hadn't noticed. what gave it away? was it the bullets? ❜ the words are reflex, but they leave a twinge of guilt in their wake. she is not deserving of his ill humor. ❛ what did you say to them, lucy? ❜

he half-teases — this is unlikely to be her fault — though he had, for once, thought his plan simple enough not to go awry. eventually, if he's smart, he might learn to cease considering any plan interference-proof.

the past haunts. the good, the bad. above all, the way the one morphs into the other and taints it irretrievably. perhaps traveling in time ought to put it all into perspective, to make one realize that in the grand scheme of things, their small lives are mere seconds. that in light of time's surprising ( and infuriating ) stability, their actions become insignificant. how many times had a life cut short or irrevocably altered, failed to have a momentous, transformative effect on history as they know it?