SGA-SGU crossover fic coming along
Eight and a half thousand words and counting. So far, poor Sheppard's just puzzled. A lot.
Little bit of the intro as a preview under the cut:
Sheppard scrambled to his feet and stiffened to attention. O’Neill wasn’t like most generals but that didn’t mean he didn’t expect to get treated like one.
“Oh, sit down, Sheppard,” O’Neill said. Sheppard sank back. “How’d you like a trip?”
He tried not to sound suspicious when he answered, “Sure … uh, where?” At O’Neill’s slightly raised eyebrow, he said, his face blank, “I mean, yes, sir. of course, sir.”
“Destiny,” O’Neill said, as if conveying a huge treat. Sheppard’s face remained blank. “You have heard of Icarus, Sheppard.”
McKay had talked-whined-about nothing else for weeks a couple of years ago when funding for a project he wanted had gone to someone else. Some Scottish guy that McKay had disparaged as a second rate hack, his description for anyone who wasn’t him. He had become briefly gleeful more recently on the same topic when whatever math problem the Scottish guy had been trying unsuccessfully to resolve had been made into a computer game and solved by a drop out gaming nerd. McKay wasn’t any kinder about the gaming nerd but that was when Sheppard tuned out. He’d taken a stab at the game himself. It wasn’t bad and at least he had the advantage of knowing a little Ancient but he only got as far as the first couple of levels. He had taken a peek at McKay’s scores and he hadn’t got much further. Score one for the gaming nerd. He dredged up as much information as he could remember, which wasn’t much.
“Ninth chevron project, sir,” Sheppard said obediently. “Gaming nerd.”
“Eli Wallace,” O’Neill said. “Rush seemed to like him, poor kid.”
Rush, the Scottish guy. Sheppard nodded. He’d met Rush briefly when the Scottish guy had visited Atlantis to go through the database. Rush had been polite but distant. To Sheppard’s mind, the guy was a workaholic with the usual amount of scientific social skills to get him by. More than Rodney-not hard-less than other Atlanteans. Sheppard wasn’t big on social skills himself so he didn’t really care. Rush had come and gone and that had been that. He didn’t think most gaming nerds were big on social skills either but Eli Wallace seemed to have O’Neill’s sympathy for Rush liking him. Whatever it was about, it wouldn’t bode well for John Sheppard.
Little bit of the intro as a preview under the cut:
Sheppard scrambled to his feet and stiffened to attention. O’Neill wasn’t like most generals but that didn’t mean he didn’t expect to get treated like one.
“Oh, sit down, Sheppard,” O’Neill said. Sheppard sank back. “How’d you like a trip?”
He tried not to sound suspicious when he answered, “Sure … uh, where?” At O’Neill’s slightly raised eyebrow, he said, his face blank, “I mean, yes, sir. of course, sir.”
“Destiny,” O’Neill said, as if conveying a huge treat. Sheppard’s face remained blank. “You have heard of Icarus, Sheppard.”
McKay had talked-whined-about nothing else for weeks a couple of years ago when funding for a project he wanted had gone to someone else. Some Scottish guy that McKay had disparaged as a second rate hack, his description for anyone who wasn’t him. He had become briefly gleeful more recently on the same topic when whatever math problem the Scottish guy had been trying unsuccessfully to resolve had been made into a computer game and solved by a drop out gaming nerd. McKay wasn’t any kinder about the gaming nerd but that was when Sheppard tuned out. He’d taken a stab at the game himself. It wasn’t bad and at least he had the advantage of knowing a little Ancient but he only got as far as the first couple of levels. He had taken a peek at McKay’s scores and he hadn’t got much further. Score one for the gaming nerd. He dredged up as much information as he could remember, which wasn’t much.
“Ninth chevron project, sir,” Sheppard said obediently. “Gaming nerd.”
“Eli Wallace,” O’Neill said. “Rush seemed to like him, poor kid.”
Rush, the Scottish guy. Sheppard nodded. He’d met Rush briefly when the Scottish guy had visited Atlantis to go through the database. Rush had been polite but distant. To Sheppard’s mind, the guy was a workaholic with the usual amount of scientific social skills to get him by. More than Rodney-not hard-less than other Atlanteans. Sheppard wasn’t big on social skills himself so he didn’t really care. Rush had come and gone and that had been that. He didn’t think most gaming nerds were big on social skills either but Eli Wallace seemed to have O’Neill’s sympathy for Rush liking him. Whatever it was about, it wouldn’t bode well for John Sheppard.