Puddle Jumping Chap 8
Title:Puddle Jumping
Author:Calamityjim
Fandoms:Supernatura/SGA/SG1
Rating: Mature (Rating Jumped. Be aware)
Warnings: Supernatural-Spoilers to season 5, SG-1, to season 9, and SGA, all seasons. Also Violence, swearing, pairings, and aliens
Disclaimer:Stargate belongs to MGM, Supernatural to the CW
Distribution: Crossposted on fanfic.net
Summary: ( Read more... )
Author:Calamityjim
Fandoms:Supernatura/SGA/SG1
Rating: Mature (Rating Jumped. Be aware)
Warnings: Supernatural-Spoilers to season 5, SG-1, to season 9, and SGA, all seasons. Also Violence, swearing, pairings, and aliens
Disclaimer:Stargate belongs to MGM, Supernatural to the CW
Distribution: Crossposted on fanfic.net
Summary: ( Read more... )
Favorite parts:
Chapter One:
Jack's list of having a good year including: Daniel Jackson hadn't died recently.
All of Jack and Dean's snarking especially:
Jack stared at Dean. "You're rather calm about all this." Understatement of the century.
Dean grinned. "Would panicking help?"
Dean's reaction to the Asgard beaming, and SG-1's surprise to that reaction.
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Chapter Two:
Sam studied the pile again before glancing at O'Neill. "Jack, they had your schedule."
"Jack doesn't keep a schedule," Daniel cut in, staring skeptically at Sam.
She pressed her fingers to her temple. "I know."
"Oh," Daniel leaned back as the implications of that sank in. He met Jack's eyes. "You really need to start locking your house."
Jack shook his head. "I don't think a lock would have stopped these guys."
Nope, locks definitely wouldn't stop those two.
Sam wanted to roll her eyes, maybe even shoot Dean again. The things she did for her country.
Poor Carter, she makes flirting with Dean sound more torturous than dealing with the Goal'd.
Sam's scared-little-boy act. Even with it being influenced by a combination of an adverse reaction to Zats, hunger, and exhaustion.
Sam shook her head and for a moment she felt a slight kinship with the System Lords who had been forced to deal with Jack's smart aleck remarks over and over again.
Don't feel too sorry for them, after-all they are egotistical maniacs.
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Chapter Three:
Sam's staggering and pickpocketing skills, and Daniel's uniform with excessive pockets.
"You are too a cougar! You're one freaking year younger than my mom."
"It was for strategic purposes, not sexual attraction," came the aggrieved reply and Sam winced. They'd tried to seduce Dean? What did they think he was, an amateur?
"Oh honey, denial is so not a river in Egypt."
"Please. You're hardly my type."
"Oh, so you're into women? Or am I not allowed to ask that?"
Dean's Military Barbie comment.
You know, strangely enough I think all of that made Jack like Dean and Sam even more.
Sam winced. They'd tried to seduce Dean using someone with Sam's name? No wonder Dean had pulled a gun. Sam knew his brother had made it a habit to avoid women who shared names with family. Dean had never slept with a Mary, Samantha, Sam or Sammy, and he'd once turned down a Roberta because she went by Bobby.
I agree with Dean, that does seem kind-of awkward.
Dean's explaination on how they obtained the information, persistence in calling Jack, Johnny, and Sam's reenactment of conning their way into military secrets.
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Jack's notes to Elizabeth: "They're your problem now. Have fun." and
The final page in each file contained the transfer papers, providing Dr. Weir with the date of the newest arrivals. She felt queasy as she noted that it was with the Daedalus's next arrival, meaning that Elizabeth had less than a week to solve this new problem and no time to arrange contact with Jack and demand an explanation. She had no doubt that he was the one behind this. Even though Steven hadn't mentioned that the orders came from Jack, Elizabeth knew.
Who else would have labeled the files as H. Solo and C. Bacca?
Did he get the star Wars from Teal'k?
Dean took in a sharp breath to avoid snarking at Colonel Caldwell. The man was an asshat but he was the asshat who had the power to keep Dean trapped on this junker and a wide enough vindictive streak that he just might do it.
Na, after two weeks dealing with Dean, Caldwell probably wants to get rid of them as soon as possible.
He heard Sammy's gasp before he let out one of his own. Something warm was pressing against his mind, rubbing up against it like a cat looking to be petted.
Emotions and sensations not his own were sliding over Dean, filling him while remaining distinctly other. Dean wanted to fight against it, to rally and curse and toss some salt while Sam babbled in Latin, but he couldn't seem to muster the willpower to deny the touch which felt a bit like a mother's love.
Aww, poor Dean and Sam. Their first mom died when Dean was four and Sam six months, and their Dad was part time drill instructor. Then they get their second childhood where the mom is neglectful and only around for the money, and their Dad is absentee and doesn't even know they exist because of their jerks of an extended family.
Dr. Zelenka's rant about 'mini-Sheppards' and "thinking off all the time" is hilarious.
"Sam?"
"What Dean?" Sam answered absently, concentrating on memorizing the way.
"Why didn't you turn everything on?" Dean gave his brother a sideways look.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Because unlike some people I have an attention span longer than a kid on sugar and I paid attention when Daniel told me to think off."
"Huh." Dean fell silent in a moment of contemplation. "So you're Robin?"
"I'm not Robin!"
"Sorry Batgirl." Dean smirked. "Didn't mean to get your panties in a twist."
"You're such a jerk!"
"Bitch."
Cadwell grounded his teeth. It was going to be a long walk.
You would think that Cadwell would be somewhat acclimated to them by now.
Together they were a complete set: one dark, the other light, one serious, the other playful, both sexy as hell.
In other words? They were Trouble with a capital 'T'.
But Elizabeth was no stranger to trouble. She had Rodney McKay on her staff. If she could handle him she could handle anyone.
A little over confident there, Elizabeth. After all McKay doesn't have the gene on the same level as the Winchesters.
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Cadwell can be pretty aggressive when he wants to be, and Dean did spend most of the trip hiding. I wouldn't put it past him to delay.
Yeah, Sam and Dean got shafted, again, but when you hit the bottom the only direction to go is up, as they say.
It was really fun to write. I like Zelenka as being more than a soundboard for Rodney and I pat myself on the back for epic foreshadowing.
It took Cas years to get acclimated to Sam and Dean. Its part of their charm.
Elizabeth tries too hard. Its going to bite her in the arse one day.
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"Besides," he grinned, "I can score intergalactic tail. How sweet is that?"
"More like an intergalactic STD," Sam murmured, leaning into Dean's touch as his brother pulled him into an embrace.
You just know that Dean probably would catch some disease like the rapid aging infection that Jack caught in Season 1.
But while the clothing identified the strangers as Earthlings, the way they moved screamed otherwise. Ronon could tell that the Lantians didn't see. Even the man who had led them in was oblivious to the way the strangers' eyes swept through the room, taking in potential threats, exits, and weapons as naturally as their lungs drew breath. The Lantians didn't see the way their shoulders hung loose, not in a state of relaxation but in a state of readiness, so that there would be no tension to slow down the drawing of a weapon.
Yay, someone besides Jack and Teal'k actually looked at them.
Sam dropped his hand before he turned. He gave a dismissive shrug. "I read all the mission reports. Your team did some great work with the Nepheens. Single handedly evacuating an entire planet?" Sam shook his head in amazement. "That was incredible. Your name happened to stick." Sam offered a shy smile tinged with a bit of hero worship.
Sam playing the Marines so Dean doesn't enact violence on them while injured, if the Marines knew they would be even more pissed.
Sam cocked his head to the side. "You think I'm pretty?"
Dean frowned thoughtfully. "I dunno, Sam. I think you can do better."
I think Sam has been around Dean to long, his comment seems more like something Dean would say.
Okay, Dean didn't give a shit about Ronon's outfit. It was the giant ass gun hanging by his thigh that had caught Dean's eye.
It was also said gun that had convinced Dean to leave the cafeteria with his newest friend.
Dean must have loved the shooting range and weaponry test they had to go through. Staying away from Carter was definitely not the only reason he hung out with Teal'k.
Dean took in a deep breath and began slowly counting to ten. That's what Larry, the coordinator of Dean's anger management program had set. Count to ten to give yourself time to think of a better solution as you calm down. Focus on the numbers before you focus on the anger.
Dean made it to three.
That's further than he would make in any of the Seasons of Supernatural.
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Ronon is made of awesome. It's a fact that his awesome is what powers his gun.
They've been brothers for over 40 years. Of course they've spent too much time together.
Dean+Explosions=Love
That's true. Normally when Dean's mad he's counting his shots so he knows when to reload.
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The walk back to the room was too slow for Dean's liking, though he could have ran to the room and it still would have been still too slow. It didn't help that the city was humming in the back of his skull. Atlantis had to be the puppy that had taken to humping his brain.
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Second, there was little bubble of popping delight every single freaking time he opened a door. There was no way an alien possessing him would be that excited about so simple a task. Dean was a bit afraid to do more than that. If opening a door made the city that happy, what the fuck would happen if he tried to adjust the lights?
Aww, puppy/child Atlantis, so excited when Dean has any interaction with her.
Besides, it was all Elizabeth's fault! What did she think was going to happen if she locked them in a room together? Though it just went to show how truly stupid the rest of the world was. Rodney couldn't believe they thought it had taken he and Sheppard an entire week to kiss and make up. They'd done that on day four. The other three days were spent kissing and making out.
Have to wonder how Dean and Sam would react if they knew.
Instead of cave doodles the piece of paper held a comprehensive design of what looked to be a weapon. Rodney frowned as he studied the picture, rapidly assembling the components into a 3D design within his mind's eye as he slowly sank into a chair, flattening the paper out. "Where did you get this?" the scientist muttered as he played with the plans, taking a pen and drawing over some of the rougher bits. The design was clever and creative, if a pointless, and Rodney wanted whoever had drawn it in his engineering department. Someone on this base had a talent the Rodney wasn't making use of the scientist was determined to change that.
Poor Dean. Reminds me of another SGA/SG1/SPN Crossover I've read: Here Tomorrow Gone Today by Tari-roo
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You have to wonder... or you have to wait? 3:)
I've read that. Tari-roo is pretty awesome and I have to admit I was pretty inspired by how she used the boys. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
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He frowned harder as one by one the white dots stilled and winced as the red one, as John, moved over one of the downed targets. One of the disadvantages of being the smartest man in two galaxies was that Rodney could easily extrapolate what exactly was happening to the poor sap that Sheppard was hovering over. His only comfort was that it wasn’t one of his people. No one from the science division could have lasted that long in a fight.
Wonder if that feeling would change if he knew that one of those dots was the engineer he wants to recruit, and the other is his brother who, if killed, would leave him to a spiraling depression and suicide. Well, that and they're his lover's children.
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Chapter Eight:
Rodney’s eyes widened. “What did I do?” he cried indignantly. “I just swallowed a bunch of alien dirt. It’s what you did that’s the issue here!”
Carson glowered his accent thicker with fatigue. “Rodney, I dinnae have time to play games with you. If this is about the soil you can leave. You’ve already been cleared for that.”
Rodney hunched over in a sulk. “I think you cracked my ribs when you landed on me.”
Carson’s face pinched. He ordered Rodney out of his shirt, helping the scientist when the man admitted that he couldn’t lift his arms that high and sighing when he saw the dark mottling across the Canadian’s chest. His fingers prodded along the bone, coping with Rodney’s harsh snapping whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot.
He wines and complains about swallowing dirt and yet is reluctant to even mention a serious injury.
Rodney covered his ears as the scream reverberated through him. A mechanical whine cut through his hands and drilled deep into his brain as the lights in the infirmary flared into blinding brightness, like a nuclear flash. The sound seemed to go and on, as though it was trying to strip Rodney’s flesh from his very bones.
You know that they would have to sedate and ship Dean back to Earth, if Sam was killed.
John frowned at the ocean. “Should they be swimming after drinking?”
Rodney shook his head. “Nah. That’s eating.”
“Oh.”
Love how completely unconcerned they are about them falling in the ocean. Until its their turn, that is.
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We know that. They don't. They'll figure out the whole co-dependant thing though.
They're drunk. Commonsense is not an issue when there is enough alcohol. Carson will worry enough for the five of them.
Thanks for the epically long review and sorry it took me so long to reply.
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Chp 1
I did some SG1 research (aka I rewatched it) to try and figure out what things were like at the SGC and really does seem to based on how recently Daniel's died. That man is almost as bad as Dean for kicking the bucket but not staying that way.
Jack and Dean snarking was awesome and a huge part of the reason it took them so freaking long to get to Atlantis.
Dean is made of awesome and has seen enough creepy crap in his lives that lights really aren't going to phase him. XD
Chp2
Locks would have amused them. Dean would have had a whole five seconds of playing with it.
I like Carter, but she's a bit of a cow when other people point out she's a chick, which is ironic because she does it on her own often enough. If they had met in a bar she totally would have hit that. You and I both know it. XP
It wasn't totally an act. Finding out that Jack wasn't going to do worm brain surgery really helped him get his balance back. But Sam's too cool to stay down long.
Only a little sorry. Sarcasm is the best reaction to monologuing.
Chp 3
Daniel really does have a lot of pockets. I think its the whole being a space indianna jones thing he's trying to rock.
It totally made John like Dean and Sam more. Anyone who can be that sarcastic isn't totally evil. Seriously, how many sarcastic bad guys have they actually had on the show excluding Maybourne?
That was really fun. Dean really does just give everyone nicknames. I wouldn't be surprised if Bobby had gone by Robert before he met Dean.
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