Wormhole 1/? (SG-1/FS AU fic)
Title: Wormhole
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Stargate - Continuum, Farscape - Won't Get Fooled Again?
Pairings: TBD
Characters: Cam, Vala, Daniel, Teal'c, John, Aeryn, D'argo, Zhaan, Chiana
Genre: AU, Crossover, Action/Adventure
Summary: When SG-1 discovers a method of travel potentially superior to the Stargate, they accidentally set into motion the rise of an new enemy. An enemy that may be too powerful for SG-1 alone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
AN: This is just one of those...impulse fics that won't go away. I'm really quite iffy about writing most FS voices, but hopefully they'll work out.
While I have a good portion planned out, for the most part, I'll write as inspiration takes.
The name's mostly a placeholder, and entirely subject to change.
---
Wormhole
It was hard enough to believe that the Ori were gone. Finally finished. Two galaxies liberated in the blink of an eye. Despite the difference of strength and longevity, it was even harder to believe that the Goa'uld were finally finished. They'd done it.
The Goa'uld, the Replicators, even the Ori. They'd taken down the most dangerous, terrifying enemies of three galaxies...and they'd done it by their own power. The Asgard had to be pretty proud in their...Valhalla. Apparently there were one or two Ascended Ancients who shared the approval of their long-lost descendants.
It was...quiet, now. Cameron wasn't certain if it was disquieting or simply boring. No one needed the disquiet of someone voicing the anxieties they were all feeling, and it would have been in bad taste to complain about the lack of a bad guy to whack.
Truthfully, the exploration was enough for him. He didn't need to see Earth, and everything he cared about, come within minutes of destruction.
He was just...beginning to have his concerns about how long the band could stay together when they weren't on tour any longer. Sam was back from Atlantis--but it wasn't by her choice. Jackson was fighting to get to Atlantis--and where he went Vala went. Teal'c...he had adventures with hair and the remnants of the Jaffa nation to get back to--not that Cameron could blame the guy having enough of SG-1 after fifty years.
Yeah. The legendary SG-1 could only guard an empty galaxy for so long, before they remembered that ten years was a ridiculously long time to go without a vacation. That...and the Pentagon wasn't so keen on keeping up a budget that didn't have an impending world-destruction to use as a trump card. The idea that there might be another threat to rise later just wouldn't hold the same weight.
It was a sad state of affairs when the interests of more than one galaxy were best served by war.
Jackson must not have made any progress with the Ancient device, because Sam's expression lacked the enthusiasm it had when Cameron and Teal'c had left to patrol the surrounding area, and Vala was making a decent attempt to sleep through the waiting period.
If he thought he could manage it, Cameron would be half-tempted to follow her example. Jackson himself seemed to be more annoyed at the device than Vala's occasional complaints.
"I'm guessing the Ancient's Garage Door is still locked?"
Jackson glanced up at him briefly, before frowning down at the panel on obelisk in front of him. "Well...it's definitely Ancient."
"We knew that when we got here, Jackson." He waved toward the stone monument. "That's why we're here, right?"
"I remember saying I thought the Guaregh Desh could be Ancient in design." He gestured at the symbols inscribed on the device, giving a faint half-smile. "Its written in an Ancient code. It took me a while to translate it."
"Yes, yes, get to the good part, Daniel." Vala flicked her hand up toward the device. "It's broken. He can't make it work."
He gave Jackson a flat look. "Broken? Broken how?"
"It's not broken."
"No...Daniel just can't get it to work. Which means we're wasting time."
Jackson scowled over at the dark-haired woman. "I'm sorry, did you have somewhere to be?"
"Sam. What does she mean 'can't get it to work'?"
Sam glanced up from the computer screen she'd been scanning since he'd wandered up on the scene. "This device is old, even by Ancient standards. And it's locked down tight. The gene isn't enough to get this operating at full power."
"Which we don't have," Vala ignored Jackson's glare without effort, "so we are wasting our time."
Jackson turned an annoyed frown on Cameron. "As far as I can figure out, it seems to be a prototype of an alternative to Stargate travel. Something that can create a wormhole to and from anywhere, without the need for a gate on the other side. And...give that it seems to be drawing power from the planet itself, rather than a DHD, it could...potentially...go much further."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Jackson...but wouldn't that leave anyone who goes through stranded?"
"Actually..." Sam picked up a tablet-shaped device, small enough to slip into a vest pocket. "This seems to be a call-home device. From the readings I've gathered here, with the device at minimal power, there seems to be a subspace link between these two objects--which should theoretically allow it to stay connected to the device no matter how far away it is. According to the inscriptions, there were supposed to be more of these. Whether there were any made, or if the others were moved or destroyed...I can't tell."
"Alright...first...you know I don't like hearing all of those 'theoretically' and 'possibly's." He pointed over at the device with a frown. "Second...if its so much better than the Stargates, why is it that it never progressed past the prototype stage?"
"I don't know." Jackson crossed his arms, studying the monument. "It's possible that whomever was studying it just didn't get support from the Ancient council. Maybe he had a rival who destroyed his credibility? Maybe he got the plague and died before he could do anything with it."
"Or...maybe its just another failed experiment. For all we know it doesn't work at all. Or maybe the problem is that anyone using it would be screwed if this broke down or were destroyed?"
Daniel gave an annoyed sigh. "Look, even if it doesn't work...if we can figure this out, maybe we could adapt something from it to make the Stargates drain less power. At the very least maybe we'll be able to figure out a little bit more about just how Stargates work, and maybe how to replace the ones we lose."
Cameron brought up a hand to rub at his forehead. Ancient tech was cool and all, but he hated messing with anything that had a manual without a troubleshooting section. Still, they had a few more hours before routine check up...and maybe if they made a discovery like this, the Pentagon would ease off a bit.
He didn't get a chance to say anything, before Teal'c--who had remained impassive during the entire exchange--brought his P-90 to bear. "Reveal yourselves."
Cameron's hands were at the G36K strapped to his side before Teal'c had finished his sentence. Vala, Sam, and Daniel stood at attention immediately after, previously neglected weapons ready and aimed toward the nondescript brush-line not far from where they stood. At first, Cameron couldn't quite make out anything strange there--but he trusted the Jaffa's superior eyesight implicitly.
Teal'c did not need to repeat himself, before a tall, humanoid figure made its way out of the brush, hands raised in a placating gesture.
Cameron didn't quite catch the man's declaration of peace. In fact, he was pretty sure the only one who would have been paying remotely enough attention to the man's words to understand them would have been Teal'c. The rest, himself included, were far too preoccupied with the fact that the man who had stepped into view was Cameron himself. Or at least another version of him,
Vala's eyebrows shot upward. "Well..."
He sighed, not quite relaxing his grip on his weapon. "...Crap."
His double looked more than slightly annoyed at the entire situation...but Cameron couldn't say he'd be any different, if he'd been the one with the weapons trained on him.
Vala threw a mischievous glance over her shoulder. "You never told me you had an evil twin, Mitchell."
"I'm not." The man scowled at Vala's skeptical expression.
"Care to explain what you're doing here, instead of your own reality?" Really...as cool as it had been at first, after sixteen alternate versions of himself, and a plot to steal Atlantis' ZPM, the allure of figuring out alternate universes had faded.
"Assuming that this is your reality, and not mine."
"Sam..."
She glanced down at her computer screen briefly. "No. There's nothing that could have possibly reached the level of power output to rip us into another universe without our notice."
He nodded at the man. "Our reality. Not yours. How did you get here?"
"On a ship. How did you expect me to? Sprout butterfly wings and flutter through space?"
"Oh, he can't be you, Mitchell. He's got a decent sense of sarcastic wit." Vala gave an amused snort. "I'm not sure if I should be interested in or terrified of your world, Other-Mitchell."
Cameron shook his head in annoyance, "Alright. Enough. Before we continue this...the rest of you come out, and keep your hands where we can see them."
There was a moment's hesitation, before four others made their way out of the tree-line to stand next to his double. He wasn't certain whether he was more surprised that only one of them was a double of an SG-1 member, or by the fact that it was Vala's. His immediate attention was in the tall reddish creature, keeping a defiant grip on a bulky looking sword. Hostile as he appeared, he didn't look like he was quite ready to try his luck against their formation. A quick scan of the other two woman--one blue, one white--revealed no immediate weapons.
For the moment, the chief concerns were the weapons of the doubles and the tall one, and figuring out just what the hell was going on.
Vala's double spoke a few terse words, but the language was unlike anything he was remotely familiar with.
"Jackson?"
The linguist shook his head, expression intrigued. "I...have no idea what she just said, Mitchell."
The man sighed, lowering his hands only so much as they could be used as ineffectual shields. "Firstly...my name is not Mitchell. It's John Crichton. We are a part of the crew of Moya, and we--" His voice increased in volume as the tall, tentacled alien gave a sudden outburst of incomprehensible sounds, "are not your enemies."
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Stargate - Continuum, Farscape - Won't Get Fooled Again?
Pairings: TBD
Characters: Cam, Vala, Daniel, Teal'c, John, Aeryn, D'argo, Zhaan, Chiana
Genre: AU, Crossover, Action/Adventure
Summary: When SG-1 discovers a method of travel potentially superior to the Stargate, they accidentally set into motion the rise of an new enemy. An enemy that may be too powerful for SG-1 alone.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
AN: This is just one of those...impulse fics that won't go away. I'm really quite iffy about writing most FS voices, but hopefully they'll work out.
While I have a good portion planned out, for the most part, I'll write as inspiration takes.
The name's mostly a placeholder, and entirely subject to change.
---
Wormhole
It was hard enough to believe that the Ori were gone. Finally finished. Two galaxies liberated in the blink of an eye. Despite the difference of strength and longevity, it was even harder to believe that the Goa'uld were finally finished. They'd done it.
The Goa'uld, the Replicators, even the Ori. They'd taken down the most dangerous, terrifying enemies of three galaxies...and they'd done it by their own power. The Asgard had to be pretty proud in their...Valhalla. Apparently there were one or two Ascended Ancients who shared the approval of their long-lost descendants.
It was...quiet, now. Cameron wasn't certain if it was disquieting or simply boring. No one needed the disquiet of someone voicing the anxieties they were all feeling, and it would have been in bad taste to complain about the lack of a bad guy to whack.
Truthfully, the exploration was enough for him. He didn't need to see Earth, and everything he cared about, come within minutes of destruction.
He was just...beginning to have his concerns about how long the band could stay together when they weren't on tour any longer. Sam was back from Atlantis--but it wasn't by her choice. Jackson was fighting to get to Atlantis--and where he went Vala went. Teal'c...he had adventures with hair and the remnants of the Jaffa nation to get back to--not that Cameron could blame the guy having enough of SG-1 after fifty years.
Yeah. The legendary SG-1 could only guard an empty galaxy for so long, before they remembered that ten years was a ridiculously long time to go without a vacation. That...and the Pentagon wasn't so keen on keeping up a budget that didn't have an impending world-destruction to use as a trump card. The idea that there might be another threat to rise later just wouldn't hold the same weight.
It was a sad state of affairs when the interests of more than one galaxy were best served by war.
Jackson must not have made any progress with the Ancient device, because Sam's expression lacked the enthusiasm it had when Cameron and Teal'c had left to patrol the surrounding area, and Vala was making a decent attempt to sleep through the waiting period.
If he thought he could manage it, Cameron would be half-tempted to follow her example. Jackson himself seemed to be more annoyed at the device than Vala's occasional complaints.
"I'm guessing the Ancient's Garage Door is still locked?"
Jackson glanced up at him briefly, before frowning down at the panel on obelisk in front of him. "Well...it's definitely Ancient."
"We knew that when we got here, Jackson." He waved toward the stone monument. "That's why we're here, right?"
"I remember saying I thought the Guaregh Desh could be Ancient in design." He gestured at the symbols inscribed on the device, giving a faint half-smile. "Its written in an Ancient code. It took me a while to translate it."
"Yes, yes, get to the good part, Daniel." Vala flicked her hand up toward the device. "It's broken. He can't make it work."
He gave Jackson a flat look. "Broken? Broken how?"
"It's not broken."
"No...Daniel just can't get it to work. Which means we're wasting time."
Jackson scowled over at the dark-haired woman. "I'm sorry, did you have somewhere to be?"
"Sam. What does she mean 'can't get it to work'?"
Sam glanced up from the computer screen she'd been scanning since he'd wandered up on the scene. "This device is old, even by Ancient standards. And it's locked down tight. The gene isn't enough to get this operating at full power."
"Which we don't have," Vala ignored Jackson's glare without effort, "so we are wasting our time."
Jackson turned an annoyed frown on Cameron. "As far as I can figure out, it seems to be a prototype of an alternative to Stargate travel. Something that can create a wormhole to and from anywhere, without the need for a gate on the other side. And...give that it seems to be drawing power from the planet itself, rather than a DHD, it could...potentially...go much further."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Jackson...but wouldn't that leave anyone who goes through stranded?"
"Actually..." Sam picked up a tablet-shaped device, small enough to slip into a vest pocket. "This seems to be a call-home device. From the readings I've gathered here, with the device at minimal power, there seems to be a subspace link between these two objects--which should theoretically allow it to stay connected to the device no matter how far away it is. According to the inscriptions, there were supposed to be more of these. Whether there were any made, or if the others were moved or destroyed...I can't tell."
"Alright...first...you know I don't like hearing all of those 'theoretically' and 'possibly's." He pointed over at the device with a frown. "Second...if its so much better than the Stargates, why is it that it never progressed past the prototype stage?"
"I don't know." Jackson crossed his arms, studying the monument. "It's possible that whomever was studying it just didn't get support from the Ancient council. Maybe he had a rival who destroyed his credibility? Maybe he got the plague and died before he could do anything with it."
"Or...maybe its just another failed experiment. For all we know it doesn't work at all. Or maybe the problem is that anyone using it would be screwed if this broke down or were destroyed?"
Daniel gave an annoyed sigh. "Look, even if it doesn't work...if we can figure this out, maybe we could adapt something from it to make the Stargates drain less power. At the very least maybe we'll be able to figure out a little bit more about just how Stargates work, and maybe how to replace the ones we lose."
Cameron brought up a hand to rub at his forehead. Ancient tech was cool and all, but he hated messing with anything that had a manual without a troubleshooting section. Still, they had a few more hours before routine check up...and maybe if they made a discovery like this, the Pentagon would ease off a bit.
He didn't get a chance to say anything, before Teal'c--who had remained impassive during the entire exchange--brought his P-90 to bear. "Reveal yourselves."
Cameron's hands were at the G36K strapped to his side before Teal'c had finished his sentence. Vala, Sam, and Daniel stood at attention immediately after, previously neglected weapons ready and aimed toward the nondescript brush-line not far from where they stood. At first, Cameron couldn't quite make out anything strange there--but he trusted the Jaffa's superior eyesight implicitly.
Teal'c did not need to repeat himself, before a tall, humanoid figure made its way out of the brush, hands raised in a placating gesture.
Cameron didn't quite catch the man's declaration of peace. In fact, he was pretty sure the only one who would have been paying remotely enough attention to the man's words to understand them would have been Teal'c. The rest, himself included, were far too preoccupied with the fact that the man who had stepped into view was Cameron himself. Or at least another version of him,
Vala's eyebrows shot upward. "Well..."
He sighed, not quite relaxing his grip on his weapon. "...Crap."
His double looked more than slightly annoyed at the entire situation...but Cameron couldn't say he'd be any different, if he'd been the one with the weapons trained on him.
Vala threw a mischievous glance over her shoulder. "You never told me you had an evil twin, Mitchell."
"I'm not." The man scowled at Vala's skeptical expression.
"Care to explain what you're doing here, instead of your own reality?" Really...as cool as it had been at first, after sixteen alternate versions of himself, and a plot to steal Atlantis' ZPM, the allure of figuring out alternate universes had faded.
"Assuming that this is your reality, and not mine."
"Sam..."
She glanced down at her computer screen briefly. "No. There's nothing that could have possibly reached the level of power output to rip us into another universe without our notice."
He nodded at the man. "Our reality. Not yours. How did you get here?"
"On a ship. How did you expect me to? Sprout butterfly wings and flutter through space?"
"Oh, he can't be you, Mitchell. He's got a decent sense of sarcastic wit." Vala gave an amused snort. "I'm not sure if I should be interested in or terrified of your world, Other-Mitchell."
Cameron shook his head in annoyance, "Alright. Enough. Before we continue this...the rest of you come out, and keep your hands where we can see them."
There was a moment's hesitation, before four others made their way out of the tree-line to stand next to his double. He wasn't certain whether he was more surprised that only one of them was a double of an SG-1 member, or by the fact that it was Vala's. His immediate attention was in the tall reddish creature, keeping a defiant grip on a bulky looking sword. Hostile as he appeared, he didn't look like he was quite ready to try his luck against their formation. A quick scan of the other two woman--one blue, one white--revealed no immediate weapons.
For the moment, the chief concerns were the weapons of the doubles and the tall one, and figuring out just what the hell was going on.
Vala's double spoke a few terse words, but the language was unlike anything he was remotely familiar with.
"Jackson?"
The linguist shook his head, expression intrigued. "I...have no idea what she just said, Mitchell."
The man sighed, lowering his hands only so much as they could be used as ineffectual shields. "Firstly...my name is not Mitchell. It's John Crichton. We are a part of the crew of Moya, and we--" His voice increased in volume as the tall, tentacled alien gave a sudden outburst of incomprehensible sounds, "are not your enemies."