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It doesn't feel like the last episode of SG-1 today. I've seen it months ago, I know the movies are coming... the stupid way they let it air so very far apart means all the buzz has gone for me.
I'm not crying the way I was on the day the last episode of Angel aired. which was pretty much all day off and on, through most of the episode, and for two hours after. Or the way I did when the cancellation news for SG-1 hit -- and doesn't that seem like a long time ago?
But reading MS's blog entry had me misting up and somehow I think what's going to make me feel sad will be the LJ posts I'll read.
And that's how it should be in a way.
This is set between S8 and S9.
So Long, Farewell.
"So…" Jack fiddled with a pen and then dropped it onto Daniel's desk, having exhausted its entertainment possibilities sooner than he'd expected. "Car's waiting. Guess this is it, then, kids."
"Indeed."
"You know, I knew you were going to say that, Teal'c."
"You are most perspicacious, O'Neill."
"I am?" Jack looked at Carter who shrugged with the smile that said she was enjoying herself even if no one else was getting the joke.
"Sometimes, sir."
"And sometimes not," Daniel put in.
"Be that as it may, I'm out of here. A desk, a secretary, and a whole lot of ass-kissing awaits in D.C."
The three of them exchanged glances and then he was getting hugged, tight and hard and long, which in uniform felt weirdly wrong.
But it was Daniel, Carter, and Teal'c, and he was leaving them behind, which went against every instinct he had, and nothing could top the weirdly wrong of that.
I'm not crying the way I was on the day the last episode of Angel aired. which was pretty much all day off and on, through most of the episode, and for two hours after. Or the way I did when the cancellation news for SG-1 hit -- and doesn't that seem like a long time ago?
But reading MS's blog entry had me misting up and somehow I think what's going to make me feel sad will be the LJ posts I'll read.
And that's how it should be in a way.
This is set between S8 and S9.
So Long, Farewell.
"So…" Jack fiddled with a pen and then dropped it onto Daniel's desk, having exhausted its entertainment possibilities sooner than he'd expected. "Car's waiting. Guess this is it, then, kids."
"Indeed."
"You know, I knew you were going to say that, Teal'c."
"You are most perspicacious, O'Neill."
"I am?" Jack looked at Carter who shrugged with the smile that said she was enjoying herself even if no one else was getting the joke.
"Sometimes, sir."
"And sometimes not," Daniel put in.
"Be that as it may, I'm out of here. A desk, a secretary, and a whole lot of ass-kissing awaits in D.C."
The three of them exchanged glances and then he was getting hugged, tight and hard and long, which in uniform felt weirdly wrong.
But it was Daniel, Carter, and Teal'c, and he was leaving them behind, which went against every instinct he had, and nothing could top the weirdly wrong of that.