6 Works by Randomal
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"For a long time, she doesn’t move. Merely admires. Because this – this – is the moment after the long-held breath; the relief of having finally made it."
A little something for S/J Ship Day!
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“Jack doesn’t know what happened. He has a pretty good idea who the hell happened but he can’t afford to jump to conclusions, though ‘accident’ seems a far too convenient excuse for the destruction around him. Another blast sounds, and another weight is added to his chest. It’s a disaster, completely and utterly – a disaster with Carter caught slap bang in the middle of it.”
An alternate take on the episode ‘Red Sky' (S05E05).
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Sam can't sleep, but at least she’s got a moonlit view...
An episode tag to 'The First Ones' (S04E08)
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"Her eyes flicker over towards the mirror to seek the General’s gaze in gratitude but her eyes land on her instead, the other Sam, standing at ease in the reflection. Samantha’s face darkens as the brief glow of joy dancing around her heart dies like a flame. It’s another reminder that this Jack does not belong to this reality, or to her."
A look into Alt!Sam Carter's POV during the final scene of S3E6: Point of View
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- Part 2 of Points of View
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"It makes Jack uncomfortable the way she keeps referring to him as though her experiences are a shared commodity between them. They are not. Her memories are of a life Jack doesn’t know and will never know. He cannot allow himself to wonder what if…"
A look into Jack O'Neill's POV during the final scene of S3E6: Point of View
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- Part 1 of Points of View
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*ABANDONED until further notice*
"The detective’s chest began to heave as his rib cage began to expand; bones crunching and knitting themselves back together. His skin began to rip and shred gorily, dark fur pushing out from within his body. His sleek and elegant trousers began to tear off under the strain of the dense muscle that began to build around his legs and torso. His hands morphed into massive paws, his nails growing into deadly sharp weapons and his feet growing as they too became a mixture of fur and claw. Sherlock let out a groan of agony as his facial structure and jaw started to change and snap into the shape of a muzzle. The detective’s screams soon mingled in with the deafening roars of a tortured wolf before finally, after several minutes of stomach-churning screaming, the room fell silent."