Cheyenne University (until I come up with a better name, anyway)
Title: Cheyenne University (subject to change)
Rating: PG-13 (mostly for future parts)
Word Count: Just over 1000, I think
Part: One of I don't know how many, but I plan to continue this!
Genre: Stargate college AU where the main characters are all within five years of each other in age and studying together at Cheyenne University.
“The hell is that?”
“What?”
“You see that? Moving in the bushes over there?”
“No. No, I don't. Just keep walking.”
He could hear the sound of crunching gravel getting louder.
“Man, lay off. I'm gonna check this out.”
“T, come on. It's probably some drunk frat kid and we should just leave him alone.”
“No, man.”
There was a hand on his back and a shadow blocked the street lamp from his eyes.
“You ok?”
He coughed and tried to blink his eyes into seeing more clearly.
“Geeze, would you just come here and help me with him?”
“Fine. But he's sleeping in your bed.”
He couldn't remember much else after that first attempt to make him vertical.
---
It wasn't until the next morning that he was able to see, identify, and thank his rescuers.
“What's your name?” asked the young man that he hazily remembered had tried to pull him out of the bushes.
“Um. John. Mitchell.”
“Hey, John,” the young man said, slapping his shoulder and giving it a hard, friendly shake. “I'm Teal'c Murray. Or just T,” he added as he sat down at the kitchen table across from John. “You were pretty messed up last night. You ok?”
John rubbed his hands down his face and peered between his fingers with bloodshot eyes. They were in a fraternity house. Obvious enough to deduce from the Greek letters on mugs and picture frames and trophies. Teal'c was shoveling Corn Pops cereal into his mouth and kept glancing up at John.
“Hangover's about it,” John offered after he had made a brief mental assessment of his condition.
“You remember anything?”
John shook his head carefully. “Got invited to a party. Tried to sleep in a bush. Not much left to remember in between, unfortunately.”
The wooden stairs in the living room groaned and another man appeared, pulling at wild tufts of light brown hair on his head and yawning widely. “Morning, Teal'c,” the man said.
“Hey Danny. You meet Mitchell yet?”
The man turned half stride to blink at John as he rubbed his knuckle in one eye, obviously still half asleep. “No. No, I don't think so. Hi, I'm Daniel Jackson.” He waved half-heartedly, then made a bee line for the coffee machine.
“He's not much of a morning person,” Teal'c said around a mouthful of Corn Pops and a smile. “Yo Daniel, admissions get you sorted out?”
They had to wait for Daniel to finish yawning before he could answer. “No. They've... well, sort of. They did split us up, but now I'm just stuck in a big two-person all to myself until they can assign me a new roommate. Kinda terrified, actually.”
Teal'c turned to John. “Daniel's first roommate was a real nutjob.”
A new voice bellowed from the living room. “Nutjob would be an understatement, I think there, T.”
“Heeeey,” Teal'c laughed, “you're up early.”
“It's 10:30,” Daniel muttered.
“Exactly.” The newcomer rubbed his hand vigorously across his head and sat down next to John. “How'd you sleep?” he inquired. “Teal'c stole his bed from a Hilton suite, in my opinion.”
“Mitchell, this is Jack O'Neill, my roommate,” Teal'c offered. John nodded, still too much of a headache to say much of anything. Jack picked up on that easily.
“Something of a hangover, I take it?” Jack chided with an almost cocky smile. “If we hadn't found y-”
“If I hadn't found him-”
“If Teal'c hadn't been sober enough to realize you weren't a possum, I imagine you'd be having a nice, long chat with Siler right about now.”
John's narrowed eyebrows asked his question for him.
Daniel came over and took the last seat across from Jack as the coffee maker happily ground away on the counter. “Siler is the head of campus security. We've had a handful of run-ins with him. He's not exactly...”
“Understanding,” Teal'c offered.
“Not the word I would've used,” Jack said, glancing at Daniel. Daniel just shrugged, and Jack added to John in an aside, “his brain only runs at twelve percent capacity before he has coffee.”
“So Mitchell,” Teal'c said as he scraped the bottom of his cereal bowl, “where are you living this year?”
John struggled to pull his thoughts into some semblance of clear thought. “Ugh....um. Harper Hall? I think? I haven't even unpacked yet. Piles of boxes all over the room. I didn't even get a chance to meet my roommate before I was hauled away for 'a night of fun and frivolity.' But whoever he is, he's already moved in, and I'm actually a little nervous, given the décor that I saw.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, he's,” John waved his hand absently, “got nerdy stuff all over and this giant flag hanging over his bed.”
“What flag?” Daniel inquired, suddenly interested.
“I don't know, it's.... heh, red white and blue.”
“Well that narrows it down,” Jack snarked. Daniel glared.
“It's got a blue triangle on the left and then the bottom half is red and the top half is white.”
“Oh, Czech Republic?”
John shrugged. “Sure. I dunno. His last name starts with a Z, I know that much.”
“Huh....”
Jack looked at Daniel. “What?”
Daniel shook his head. “No, I was just thinking. He sounds like a fit for Rodney.”
“No one is a fit for Rodney.”
“But they were looking for a roommate for him. And I need a roommate. What if I asked them to put John with me?”
“He's not a frat member.”
“Initiation's simple enough. Freshmen moved in yesterday.”
“You sure you don't wanna ask John first?”
“I don't think he'll mind.”
“He's right here.”
That was about the point in the conversation where John began to tune all three of them out.
Rating: PG-13 (mostly for future parts)
Word Count: Just over 1000, I think
Part: One of I don't know how many, but I plan to continue this!
Genre: Stargate college AU where the main characters are all within five years of each other in age and studying together at Cheyenne University.
“The hell is that?”
“What?”
“You see that? Moving in the bushes over there?”
“No. No, I don't. Just keep walking.”
He could hear the sound of crunching gravel getting louder.
“Man, lay off. I'm gonna check this out.”
“T, come on. It's probably some drunk frat kid and we should just leave him alone.”
“No, man.”
There was a hand on his back and a shadow blocked the street lamp from his eyes.
“You ok?”
He coughed and tried to blink his eyes into seeing more clearly.
“Geeze, would you just come here and help me with him?”
“Fine. But he's sleeping in your bed.”
He couldn't remember much else after that first attempt to make him vertical.
---
It wasn't until the next morning that he was able to see, identify, and thank his rescuers.
“What's your name?” asked the young man that he hazily remembered had tried to pull him out of the bushes.
“Um. John. Mitchell.”
“Hey, John,” the young man said, slapping his shoulder and giving it a hard, friendly shake. “I'm Teal'c Murray. Or just T,” he added as he sat down at the kitchen table across from John. “You were pretty messed up last night. You ok?”
John rubbed his hands down his face and peered between his fingers with bloodshot eyes. They were in a fraternity house. Obvious enough to deduce from the Greek letters on mugs and picture frames and trophies. Teal'c was shoveling Corn Pops cereal into his mouth and kept glancing up at John.
“Hangover's about it,” John offered after he had made a brief mental assessment of his condition.
“You remember anything?”
John shook his head carefully. “Got invited to a party. Tried to sleep in a bush. Not much left to remember in between, unfortunately.”
The wooden stairs in the living room groaned and another man appeared, pulling at wild tufts of light brown hair on his head and yawning widely. “Morning, Teal'c,” the man said.
“Hey Danny. You meet Mitchell yet?”
The man turned half stride to blink at John as he rubbed his knuckle in one eye, obviously still half asleep. “No. No, I don't think so. Hi, I'm Daniel Jackson.” He waved half-heartedly, then made a bee line for the coffee machine.
“He's not much of a morning person,” Teal'c said around a mouthful of Corn Pops and a smile. “Yo Daniel, admissions get you sorted out?”
They had to wait for Daniel to finish yawning before he could answer. “No. They've... well, sort of. They did split us up, but now I'm just stuck in a big two-person all to myself until they can assign me a new roommate. Kinda terrified, actually.”
Teal'c turned to John. “Daniel's first roommate was a real nutjob.”
A new voice bellowed from the living room. “Nutjob would be an understatement, I think there, T.”
“Heeeey,” Teal'c laughed, “you're up early.”
“It's 10:30,” Daniel muttered.
“Exactly.” The newcomer rubbed his hand vigorously across his head and sat down next to John. “How'd you sleep?” he inquired. “Teal'c stole his bed from a Hilton suite, in my opinion.”
“Mitchell, this is Jack O'Neill, my roommate,” Teal'c offered. John nodded, still too much of a headache to say much of anything. Jack picked up on that easily.
“Something of a hangover, I take it?” Jack chided with an almost cocky smile. “If we hadn't found y-”
“If I hadn't found him-”
“If Teal'c hadn't been sober enough to realize you weren't a possum, I imagine you'd be having a nice, long chat with Siler right about now.”
John's narrowed eyebrows asked his question for him.
Daniel came over and took the last seat across from Jack as the coffee maker happily ground away on the counter. “Siler is the head of campus security. We've had a handful of run-ins with him. He's not exactly...”
“Understanding,” Teal'c offered.
“Not the word I would've used,” Jack said, glancing at Daniel. Daniel just shrugged, and Jack added to John in an aside, “his brain only runs at twelve percent capacity before he has coffee.”
“So Mitchell,” Teal'c said as he scraped the bottom of his cereal bowl, “where are you living this year?”
John struggled to pull his thoughts into some semblance of clear thought. “Ugh....um. Harper Hall? I think? I haven't even unpacked yet. Piles of boxes all over the room. I didn't even get a chance to meet my roommate before I was hauled away for 'a night of fun and frivolity.' But whoever he is, he's already moved in, and I'm actually a little nervous, given the décor that I saw.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, he's,” John waved his hand absently, “got nerdy stuff all over and this giant flag hanging over his bed.”
“What flag?” Daniel inquired, suddenly interested.
“I don't know, it's.... heh, red white and blue.”
“Well that narrows it down,” Jack snarked. Daniel glared.
“It's got a blue triangle on the left and then the bottom half is red and the top half is white.”
“Oh, Czech Republic?”
John shrugged. “Sure. I dunno. His last name starts with a Z, I know that much.”
“Huh....”
Jack looked at Daniel. “What?”
Daniel shook his head. “No, I was just thinking. He sounds like a fit for Rodney.”
“No one is a fit for Rodney.”
“But they were looking for a roommate for him. And I need a roommate. What if I asked them to put John with me?”
“He's not a frat member.”
“Initiation's simple enough. Freshmen moved in yesterday.”
“You sure you don't wanna ask John first?”
“I don't think he'll mind.”
“He's right here.”
That was about the point in the conversation where John began to tune all three of them out.