new fic ( If a Tree Falls (SG-1/Supernatural) #6 PG-13, #77 tree
Title: If a Tree Falls (Does Anyone Hear It)
Fandoms: Stargate SG-1/Supernatural)
Author: karrenia_rune
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2459
Prompt: #77 trees
43/100
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Part 2: Those Who Hunt by Night < <"hunt">
Part 3: The One that Got Away <"gotaway">
Part 4: The Woman with One Red Shoe <"womanred">
Part 5: Revenant <"rev">
Part 6: If a Tree Falls
Part 7: Alice in Fragments <"alicefragments">
Part 8: What the Living Do <"livingdo">
Part 9: Burning Daylight <"daylight">
Part 10: Wild Boys
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Disclaimer: Supernatural is the creation of Erik Kripke and the CW Network; it is not mine. Stargate SG-1 and all of the characters who appear here or are mentioned belong to MGM, Gekko Film Corp etc. Note: this story picks up shortly after where the previous one "Revenant" left off.
"If a Tree Falls" by Karen
When the pizza at last arrived everyone went into the cabin in order to share it, but as it was Janet felt it was only to be expected that the table in the dining room would not be big enough to accommodate everyone so she decided to take hers into the living room followed a moment or two later by Sam, Daniel and Teal'C. She took an
uncertain and concerned glance back at John Winchester and his two boys.
For her part, she really had been looking forward to meeting Sam and Dean Winchester, because John in his own gruff and taciturn manner it had been readily apparent how much love he had for them; but not like this.
There was so much left unsaid, and it was too unpredictable at this point to get it all out in the open, and even they had a heart-to heart discussion about all the things that neither of them could really talk about, would it make any difference? Would it change how they felt about each other?
And it had a lot more riding on it than just their personal lives.
She had known John Winchester long enough now that he made a peace of sorts between his personal life and his professional life, as weird it as sometimes was, walking with eyes wide open in the heart of the world of the paranormal.
If Janet Fraiser had not seen with her own two eyes and the evidence of her own senses the existence of things just as strange if not your everyday 'go bump in the night' apparitions, then just as alien prior to signing on as the chief medical officer with the Stargate Command program, perhaps she might not have been so sanguine about it. However, as she began to eat her slice of pepperoni pizza; she could finally admit
that she could finally manage to wrap her head around it all.
Settling down in a the leather seat of the couch and realizing that even as these thoughts went through her mind the changing expressions on her face must be as readily apparent to her friends as well. Aloud, she, said. "They need to have it out, don't they?"
"If you by they, you mean Jack and your friend John," Carter sighed and added. "Then, yes."
"Janet," Daniel began and they trailed off realizing that he had managed to get a drizzle of melted cheese stuck
in his hair when he had reached up to brush it out of his eyes. "I can't tell how glad I am to see you alive. I don't care how it was possible, just that I'm glad you're alive."
"Yeah, yeah, nice reunion and all, but who the hell are you people," Dean demanded.
"We're Janet's friends," Sam replied so just relax."
"What if I don't feel like relaxing?" Dean replied.
"This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, and while I don't feel inclined to get up from this nice comfy recliner if you continue to act like a jerk, I will rise up from this chair and make you 'relax," Samantha Carter added in icy but very calm tone. "Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
Sam Winchester came up to stand beside down and reached out place a calming hand on his brother's shoulder. "Dean, this really isn't a good time to press matters. Leave off, okay?"
Dean growled and then nodded. "Yeah, Yeah. But I don't have to like it.” And with a glance at Sam Carter almost literally threw himself bodily into another nearby chair. Sam sat down on the far side of the couch.
"Is he always like this?" Daniel asked.
"More or less," Sam replied and returned her attention to eating her own slice of pizza but not before darting an appraising and meaningful glance in Dean’s direction. With a nod that all was as well as could be expected in that corner she decided matters were under control; at least for now.
***
“For cryin’ out loud!’ Jack exclaimed. “Where do you get off waltzing into my cabin, my place to get away from it all with ….easy as you please and…”
“Tell me something, Colonel O’Neill, because I am having a very difficult time figuring this out,” replied John, “ What are you more pissed off at, the fact that we came here unannounced and maybe uninvited or that fact we’re here now?”
“Either or both, what the hell difference does it make?” muttered Jack turning his body slightly away so that he could work off a little of his anger, wondering even as he did so if he wanted to. He wanted to hit something and after the encounter with the fetches or whatever the hell those things had been, John Winchester made a very appealing and very handy target as an outlet for both his anger and frustration.
Janet Fraiser was alive and well, that thought kept percolating through his mind very similar in nature to the donkey tied to the lunge line on a mill, going around and around in circles but getting nowhere very fast. “At least tell me where you found her?
“Look, I understand that you believed Janet was did, did a whole military funeral service and the eulogy, and the works;” said John. “And I gather that she meant more to you than just a colleague or even a friend. I get, really I do.”
Jack pivoted around once more and grabbed the other man by the lapel of his plaid shirt collar that could be seen through the zipped down front of his leather jacket. “Do you get it?
“This isn’t just about how we feel about her. It’s well complicated,” Jack replied.
“Is that what you military types always use as an excuse when stuff like this happens?” John asked.
Jack released his grip on the other man’s collar and took a step back. “I dunno. It does seem that way and it does make things a damn sight easier. I just never noticed it before.”
“I get the general impression that all we’ve been doing is dancing around the central subject.”
“Which is?”
“What does Janet want to do? I mean you, after everything that’s happened your not simply going to order her to resume her duties with your unit are you?” John asked.
Jack shrugged. “What we say, that the rumors of her death were greatly exaggerated. Yeah, I bet the General would just love that one and despite how I feel about you, you damn impertinent bastard, you are right about one thing.”
John shrugged and folded his arms across his chest. “Just one thing?”
“I could and would make it an order, but Janet deserves better than that. It should be her decision.” Jack sighed. “Well, nobody said this was going to be easy. Hey, not to change the subject on you, but are you gonna eat that last slice of pizza?
“Uh, no. Go right ahead,” replied John with a gruff chuckle. He had never liked military types despite his own brief stint serving in the armed forces and command types especially but despite his their obvious difference.
There were many and their own established positions on the matter at hand he actually found himself at least growing to actually Colonel Jack O’Neill. He wasn’t a bad sort and he obviously cared a great deal about Janet Fraiser; maybe just maybe it would be in everyone’s best interests if let her make her own decision and if that decision meant letting her go her own way; John realized with the suddenness of a sucker punch to the gut, that he could live with it.
“I’m going outside,” Jack muttered as he loped over to the front door, swung it open and walked out onto the porch. “There’s more beer in the fridge should anyone want some and a cooler out back.”
“Thanks,” John replied as O’Neill walked out the door and on down to have a seat on the dock.
***
Scene 3 John, Sam, Dean Interlude in the Den
“We don’t talk about these things, much, huh?” John opened as soon as he had felt composed enough after his ‘talk’ with Colonel to get his boys alone and have it out with them. In this age of cell phones and texting it had been much easier to keep emotions and practicalities at a distant remove. He had told his boys as much as he could about his relationship with Janet; well, just that he was in a relationship; and that was it.
Being constantly on the move, never settling down in one place for any length of time, and having to always be watching one’s back for the kinds of trouble; of both the mundane kind and the paranormal, well, one did that as a matter of survival.
“Sam?”
His youngest boy, taller than Dean by a good several inches and the one whom the powers that be for whatever reason had seen fit to single out, sat stiffly in the chair and held his body ramrod straight as if a metal girder had been attached to his back. That he was angry was an understatement.
“Dean?” prompted John. “Ok, so you found another woman. And I guess, at this point I really don’t give a damn what you do with your personal down time, Dad…” Dean muttered and then walked up and stabbed an accusing finger at his father. “But why the hell did you have to pick some attached to the ‘fricking’ United States Air Force?”
“I didn’t know that, when I met her,” John shouted back.
John’s determination to have a frank and honest discussion with his boys about his relationship and his decision to end it so that Janet could have a chance to start her life over without the headaches and troubles that seemed to follow anyone connected to the Winchester family had somehow become derailed.
John, at this point, was not entirely certain had to get back on track, and in the back of his mind, ‘Do I want to you. We seem to solve a lot of things by shouting our opinions on the subject at each. Why should this time be any different?’
“I should not think you’re trying to replace Mom,” Sam muttered under his breath.
“Not for all the world,’ whispered John back.
“I told Janet as much,” John paused and shrugged. “As much as I felt I could comfortably and safely tell her without endangering the mission or her, or you.”
“Yeah, right. And I’m the ‘fricking “Easter Bunny,” Dean muttered.
“And honestly, Air Force or not, and there’s a lot I don’t understand about exactly what she did with those folks out in the living room,” John replied, we both got stuff we can’t really talk about. Janet because she signed some stupid non-disclosure argeement.”
“Yeah, typical military,’ Sam remarked.
“Sam, if even half of what I understand is true, the Air Force have a very good reason to keep what they’re doing classified and out of the hands of the general public,”
“What do you mean by that?” Sam asked interested in spite of his own anger and skepticism.
John shook his head and crossed the space to a chair in the den where he sat down heavily, realizing that he was bone weary and motioned to Dean to sit down as well.
“Well, let me put it this way: “Do you believe in little green men. Actually, I misspoke the aliens aren’t green at all, some are grey.”
“Wait a second, are you telling me that ‘aliens’ are real? All that nonsense about the Roswell incident in the 40’s and UFOS and little green men,” Sam exclaimed.
“Yeah and the special division of the Air Force which this people are from know about them.
“And you believe her?” Dean yelled.
“She was nearly killed by a much more deadly kind of alien. Yeah, I believe her. Even I’ve never laid my eyes on one.”
“So what now?” Dean asked.
“I honestly don’t know. I just wanted you to know. What happens next is Colonel O’Neill’s cal,” John replied.
“Do you love her?” Sam asked thinking of his own relationship with Jess and how it was so tragically cut short.
“Janet, hell yes,” John replied,” But I think I love her enough that I have to let her go.”
Conclusion
Jack came into the den and said: “Good, you’re all here. I just wanted to let you that we’re heading out in two hours. If you want to stick around the cabin, feel free to do so, just don’t blow it up or trash it while we’re gone.”
“What about Janet?” John asked.
“What about me?” Janet said as she came into the den.
“Janet, hon,” John began.
“You don’t have to say anything. The walls in here are pretty thin and you were not exactly making any effort to be subtle about it. I understand you’ve reached a decision about where we stand.”
“I think…”…John trailed off. “That it is for the best.”
“You might have asked me,” Janet said.
“And if I had?” John replied.
“I honestly don’t know what I would have said. “Now, I think it is for the best. Sometimes if you love something enough you have to be willing to let it go. I’m sorry, John.”
“Don’t be, Janet.”
“I’m sorry, Dad,’ Sam muttered under his breath and hooked an elbow under Dean’s arm. “Let’s go to another part of the cabin.”
“But…” Dean protested.
“Just go.” Sam replied and stood up dragging Dean with him brushing by O’Neill on their way out of the den.
Jack nodded. “I guess I’ll leave you two alone to say your uh, goodbyes.” and then walked out of the room as well.
John stood up and stood awkwardly in front of Janet with his arms hanging loosely at his sides before he could think better of it and for her part Janet finally could not stand that soulful determined look in his dark brown eyes and almost simultaneously they embraced each as their lips met for one final kiss goodbye; they stood locked together like that for a very long time.
To be continued in chapter 7 “Alice in Fragments”
Fandoms: Stargate SG-1/Supernatural)
Author: karrenia_rune
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2459
Prompt: #77 trees
43/100
Links to previous parts:
Links to the previous parts:
Part 1. The Night Watch < <"nightwatch">
Part 2: Those Who Hunt by Night < <"hunt">
Part 3: The One that Got Away <"gotaway">
Part 4: The Woman with One Red Shoe <"womanred">
Part 5: Revenant <"rev">
Part 6: If a Tree Falls
Part 7: Alice in Fragments <"alicefragments">
Part 8: What the Living Do <"livingdo">
Part 9: Burning Daylight <"daylight">
Part 10: Wild Boys
Link to Big Darn Table (the screen drops down a bit, so scroll down)
<"thetable">
Disclaimer: Supernatural is the creation of Erik Kripke and the CW Network; it is not mine. Stargate SG-1 and all of the characters who appear here or are mentioned belong to MGM, Gekko Film Corp etc. Note: this story picks up shortly after where the previous one "Revenant" left off.
"If a Tree Falls" by Karen
When the pizza at last arrived everyone went into the cabin in order to share it, but as it was Janet felt it was only to be expected that the table in the dining room would not be big enough to accommodate everyone so she decided to take hers into the living room followed a moment or two later by Sam, Daniel and Teal'C. She took an
uncertain and concerned glance back at John Winchester and his two boys.
For her part, she really had been looking forward to meeting Sam and Dean Winchester, because John in his own gruff and taciturn manner it had been readily apparent how much love he had for them; but not like this.
There was so much left unsaid, and it was too unpredictable at this point to get it all out in the open, and even they had a heart-to heart discussion about all the things that neither of them could really talk about, would it make any difference? Would it change how they felt about each other?
And it had a lot more riding on it than just their personal lives.
She had known John Winchester long enough now that he made a peace of sorts between his personal life and his professional life, as weird it as sometimes was, walking with eyes wide open in the heart of the world of the paranormal.
If Janet Fraiser had not seen with her own two eyes and the evidence of her own senses the existence of things just as strange if not your everyday 'go bump in the night' apparitions, then just as alien prior to signing on as the chief medical officer with the Stargate Command program, perhaps she might not have been so sanguine about it. However, as she began to eat her slice of pepperoni pizza; she could finally admit
that she could finally manage to wrap her head around it all.
Settling down in a the leather seat of the couch and realizing that even as these thoughts went through her mind the changing expressions on her face must be as readily apparent to her friends as well. Aloud, she, said. "They need to have it out, don't they?"
"If you by they, you mean Jack and your friend John," Carter sighed and added. "Then, yes."
"Janet," Daniel began and they trailed off realizing that he had managed to get a drizzle of melted cheese stuck
in his hair when he had reached up to brush it out of his eyes. "I can't tell how glad I am to see you alive. I don't care how it was possible, just that I'm glad you're alive."
"Yeah, yeah, nice reunion and all, but who the hell are you people," Dean demanded.
"We're Janet's friends," Sam replied so just relax."
"What if I don't feel like relaxing?" Dean replied.
"This was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, and while I don't feel inclined to get up from this nice comfy recliner if you continue to act like a jerk, I will rise up from this chair and make you 'relax," Samantha Carter added in icy but very calm tone. "Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
Sam Winchester came up to stand beside down and reached out place a calming hand on his brother's shoulder. "Dean, this really isn't a good time to press matters. Leave off, okay?"
Dean growled and then nodded. "Yeah, Yeah. But I don't have to like it.” And with a glance at Sam Carter almost literally threw himself bodily into another nearby chair. Sam sat down on the far side of the couch.
"Is he always like this?" Daniel asked.
"More or less," Sam replied and returned her attention to eating her own slice of pizza but not before darting an appraising and meaningful glance in Dean’s direction. With a nod that all was as well as could be expected in that corner she decided matters were under control; at least for now.
***
“For cryin’ out loud!’ Jack exclaimed. “Where do you get off waltzing into my cabin, my place to get away from it all with ….easy as you please and…”
“Tell me something, Colonel O’Neill, because I am having a very difficult time figuring this out,” replied John, “ What are you more pissed off at, the fact that we came here unannounced and maybe uninvited or that fact we’re here now?”
“Either or both, what the hell difference does it make?” muttered Jack turning his body slightly away so that he could work off a little of his anger, wondering even as he did so if he wanted to. He wanted to hit something and after the encounter with the fetches or whatever the hell those things had been, John Winchester made a very appealing and very handy target as an outlet for both his anger and frustration.
Janet Fraiser was alive and well, that thought kept percolating through his mind very similar in nature to the donkey tied to the lunge line on a mill, going around and around in circles but getting nowhere very fast. “At least tell me where you found her?
“Look, I understand that you believed Janet was did, did a whole military funeral service and the eulogy, and the works;” said John. “And I gather that she meant more to you than just a colleague or even a friend. I get, really I do.”
Jack pivoted around once more and grabbed the other man by the lapel of his plaid shirt collar that could be seen through the zipped down front of his leather jacket. “Do you get it?
“This isn’t just about how we feel about her. It’s well complicated,” Jack replied.
“Is that what you military types always use as an excuse when stuff like this happens?” John asked.
Jack released his grip on the other man’s collar and took a step back. “I dunno. It does seem that way and it does make things a damn sight easier. I just never noticed it before.”
“I get the general impression that all we’ve been doing is dancing around the central subject.”
“Which is?”
“What does Janet want to do? I mean you, after everything that’s happened your not simply going to order her to resume her duties with your unit are you?” John asked.
Jack shrugged. “What we say, that the rumors of her death were greatly exaggerated. Yeah, I bet the General would just love that one and despite how I feel about you, you damn impertinent bastard, you are right about one thing.”
John shrugged and folded his arms across his chest. “Just one thing?”
“I could and would make it an order, but Janet deserves better than that. It should be her decision.” Jack sighed. “Well, nobody said this was going to be easy. Hey, not to change the subject on you, but are you gonna eat that last slice of pizza?
“Uh, no. Go right ahead,” replied John with a gruff chuckle. He had never liked military types despite his own brief stint serving in the armed forces and command types especially but despite his their obvious difference.
There were many and their own established positions on the matter at hand he actually found himself at least growing to actually Colonel Jack O’Neill. He wasn’t a bad sort and he obviously cared a great deal about Janet Fraiser; maybe just maybe it would be in everyone’s best interests if let her make her own decision and if that decision meant letting her go her own way; John realized with the suddenness of a sucker punch to the gut, that he could live with it.
“I’m going outside,” Jack muttered as he loped over to the front door, swung it open and walked out onto the porch. “There’s more beer in the fridge should anyone want some and a cooler out back.”
“Thanks,” John replied as O’Neill walked out the door and on down to have a seat on the dock.
***
Scene 3 John, Sam, Dean Interlude in the Den
“We don’t talk about these things, much, huh?” John opened as soon as he had felt composed enough after his ‘talk’ with Colonel to get his boys alone and have it out with them. In this age of cell phones and texting it had been much easier to keep emotions and practicalities at a distant remove. He had told his boys as much as he could about his relationship with Janet; well, just that he was in a relationship; and that was it.
Being constantly on the move, never settling down in one place for any length of time, and having to always be watching one’s back for the kinds of trouble; of both the mundane kind and the paranormal, well, one did that as a matter of survival.
“Sam?”
His youngest boy, taller than Dean by a good several inches and the one whom the powers that be for whatever reason had seen fit to single out, sat stiffly in the chair and held his body ramrod straight as if a metal girder had been attached to his back. That he was angry was an understatement.
“Dean?” prompted John. “Ok, so you found another woman. And I guess, at this point I really don’t give a damn what you do with your personal down time, Dad…” Dean muttered and then walked up and stabbed an accusing finger at his father. “But why the hell did you have to pick some attached to the ‘fricking’ United States Air Force?”
“I didn’t know that, when I met her,” John shouted back.
John’s determination to have a frank and honest discussion with his boys about his relationship and his decision to end it so that Janet could have a chance to start her life over without the headaches and troubles that seemed to follow anyone connected to the Winchester family had somehow become derailed.
John, at this point, was not entirely certain had to get back on track, and in the back of his mind, ‘Do I want to you. We seem to solve a lot of things by shouting our opinions on the subject at each. Why should this time be any different?’
“I should not think you’re trying to replace Mom,” Sam muttered under his breath.
“Not for all the world,’ whispered John back.
“I told Janet as much,” John paused and shrugged. “As much as I felt I could comfortably and safely tell her without endangering the mission or her, or you.”
“Yeah, right. And I’m the ‘fricking “Easter Bunny,” Dean muttered.
“And honestly, Air Force or not, and there’s a lot I don’t understand about exactly what she did with those folks out in the living room,” John replied, we both got stuff we can’t really talk about. Janet because she signed some stupid non-disclosure argeement.”
“Yeah, typical military,’ Sam remarked.
“Sam, if even half of what I understand is true, the Air Force have a very good reason to keep what they’re doing classified and out of the hands of the general public,”
“What do you mean by that?” Sam asked interested in spite of his own anger and skepticism.
John shook his head and crossed the space to a chair in the den where he sat down heavily, realizing that he was bone weary and motioned to Dean to sit down as well.
“Well, let me put it this way: “Do you believe in little green men. Actually, I misspoke the aliens aren’t green at all, some are grey.”
“Wait a second, are you telling me that ‘aliens’ are real? All that nonsense about the Roswell incident in the 40’s and UFOS and little green men,” Sam exclaimed.
“Yeah and the special division of the Air Force which this people are from know about them.
“And you believe her?” Dean yelled.
“She was nearly killed by a much more deadly kind of alien. Yeah, I believe her. Even I’ve never laid my eyes on one.”
“So what now?” Dean asked.
“I honestly don’t know. I just wanted you to know. What happens next is Colonel O’Neill’s cal,” John replied.
“Do you love her?” Sam asked thinking of his own relationship with Jess and how it was so tragically cut short.
“Janet, hell yes,” John replied,” But I think I love her enough that I have to let her go.”
Conclusion
Jack came into the den and said: “Good, you’re all here. I just wanted to let you that we’re heading out in two hours. If you want to stick around the cabin, feel free to do so, just don’t blow it up or trash it while we’re gone.”
“What about Janet?” John asked.
“What about me?” Janet said as she came into the den.
“Janet, hon,” John began.
“You don’t have to say anything. The walls in here are pretty thin and you were not exactly making any effort to be subtle about it. I understand you’ve reached a decision about where we stand.”
“I think…”…John trailed off. “That it is for the best.”
“You might have asked me,” Janet said.
“And if I had?” John replied.
“I honestly don’t know what I would have said. “Now, I think it is for the best. Sometimes if you love something enough you have to be willing to let it go. I’m sorry, John.”
“Don’t be, Janet.”
“I’m sorry, Dad,’ Sam muttered under his breath and hooked an elbow under Dean’s arm. “Let’s go to another part of the cabin.”
“But…” Dean protested.
“Just go.” Sam replied and stood up dragging Dean with him brushing by O’Neill on their way out of the den.
Jack nodded. “I guess I’ll leave you two alone to say your uh, goodbyes.” and then walked out of the room as well.
John stood up and stood awkwardly in front of Janet with his arms hanging loosely at his sides before he could think better of it and for her part Janet finally could not stand that soulful determined look in his dark brown eyes and almost simultaneously they embraced each as their lips met for one final kiss goodbye; they stood locked together like that for a very long time.
To be continued in chapter 7 “Alice in Fragments”