The thought of his teammate had B.A. scanning their cell. For the first time in almost five weeks, he could lay eyes on all three of his friends in the gloom. It had become a habit. If a noise came too close, he looked for them. If the screams became too much, he looked for them. If their names passed through his head, he looked for them. Like tonight... (Vietnam Era/P.O.W. Camp)

In the weeks following the Team's escape from Fort Bragg, Murdock searches for his friends - and Face searches for Murdock. (Cross-posted on AO3)

Hannibal held his breath. He'd known something like this was coming. Ever since Murdock had been taken three days ago and not returned, the tension in their cell had begun to build. It had simply been a matter of when the explosion would come, not if. Now that it had finally happened, the only question that remained was how his men would handle it... (Vietnam Era/POW Camp)

SG-1 is on a mission. An uninhabited alien moon, the promise of ruins to be explored, and only twelve klicks to cover before they get there... (Early Team/Friendship fic)

The harsh light of early morning slanted through an unprotected window. Trailing almost to the floor, it skidded and tumbled in the darkness before at last coming to rest on a form - the form of Colonel Jack O'Neill...