FICLET: Veil, SGA/HP crossover
So I briefly (i.e. for around 30 minutes) raised my head tonight from the damned, cursed snarry_olympics fic (yes, I know you'll all be so glad when the wretched thing is done and I'll stfu with my complaining about it) to write this contribution to SGA crossover night at hpshortfics.
I have offically popped my SGA fic cherry with this genish (although, yes, John/Rodney if you squint) crossover. Prompt was Sirius or Bellatrix, the Gate by bethbethbeth. Now I have the definite urge to write more SGA. But not until I finish this Snape/Harry. *eyes self sternly*
Veil
"Unscheduled activation," Chuck shouted, and Rodney looked up from his laptop with a scowl. Lorne's team wouldn't be back for hours--
The gate swirled and pulsed and Rodney was next to Chuck, peering over his shoulder. "What IDC?"
"None," Chuck said, mouth tight, and Rodney shouted for Sheppard, but he was already on the dias, stunner fixed on the man stumbling out of the gate, wild-eyed, in what looked like a long black robe, his long, dark hair tumbling into his eyes. He clutched a long, narrow cylinder in his right hand, and Rodney tensed.
"Bloody fucking hell," the man said, looking around him, turning slowly. "Bloody fucking hell."
And Rodney was down the steps before anyone could stop him.
Sheppard put a hand out to hold him back. "Rodney," he said warningly, but Rodney ignored him.
"Britain?" he asked, watching the man closely and he blinked as the man pointed the--Christ, was that a stick of wood?--at him.
"Who the fuck are you?" the man asked, tense on the balls of his feet. "Where's the Ministry--Remus--"
Rodney pushed the stick away, annoyed and scowled. "Where in Britain?"
The man blinked and his black brows drew together. "London," he said sharply and he raised the stick again. "What's it to you?"
Sheppard shifted closer, his fingers tightening on the stunner. "Rodney? What are you doing?"
"He's British," Rodney said, exasperated and he rolled his eyes at Sheppard's blank look. "England, Scotland, Wales? Tea, crumpets, that place you tossed over a few hundred years back, any of this ringing a bell?"
"Yes, and what does that mean?" Sheppard hissed, not taking his eyes off the man.
Rodney turned back to the man. "My Grandmother Macnair was British." His shirt had shifted and Rodney caught sight of an intricate brown tattoo on his skin. "How'd you get here?" he asked sharply, oddly unsettled by the swirls of ink. His mind was racing, taking in the man's garb. Temporal anomaly, perhaps? There were rifts in time--maybe an earlier gate--
The man smiled faintly and something about the curl of his mouth made Rodney take a step back as he raised the stick again. "Bitch threw me through the Veil," he said.
"The Veil?"
"Rodney."
Rodney waved Sheppard back. "Where'd you find the gate?"
"What gate?"
Sheppard shifted next to him then and the man jerked towards him and shouted something that Rodney couldn't quite make out but thought might have been him calling Sheppard stupid, which yes, all right, but really, he objected to this...this person insulting his Sheppard in that manner because that was Rodney's job afer all but before Rodney could move or even object and point out that Sheppard wasn't stupid, really, just a bit slow, a beam of red light shot from the top of the stick--dear God, what the hell was that thing?
The light struck Sheppard in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards and Rodney barely had time to catch the stunner that the Lieutenant Colonel threw at him. A fumble and he grabbed it and turned it on the man, but Ronan was there and the man was on the ground, kicking and screaming.
Rodney dropped to his knees next to Sheppard. He tapped his radio. "Get a medical team to the control room--NOW." He looked over at Ronon. "Get him out of here."
The stick rolled up against his boot.
Rodney picked it up and stared down at the smooth curve of polished wood, and then the medical team was there, pushing him aside.
His fingers curled around the stick and his breath caught.
A silver spark shot out of the tip.
He looked back at the empty iris of the gate.
And shivered.
I have offically popped my SGA fic cherry with this genish (although, yes, John/Rodney if you squint) crossover. Prompt was Sirius or Bellatrix, the Gate by bethbethbeth. Now I have the definite urge to write more SGA. But not until I finish this Snape/Harry. *eyes self sternly*
Veil
"Unscheduled activation," Chuck shouted, and Rodney looked up from his laptop with a scowl. Lorne's team wouldn't be back for hours--
The gate swirled and pulsed and Rodney was next to Chuck, peering over his shoulder. "What IDC?"
"None," Chuck said, mouth tight, and Rodney shouted for Sheppard, but he was already on the dias, stunner fixed on the man stumbling out of the gate, wild-eyed, in what looked like a long black robe, his long, dark hair tumbling into his eyes. He clutched a long, narrow cylinder in his right hand, and Rodney tensed.
"Bloody fucking hell," the man said, looking around him, turning slowly. "Bloody fucking hell."
And Rodney was down the steps before anyone could stop him.
Sheppard put a hand out to hold him back. "Rodney," he said warningly, but Rodney ignored him.
"Britain?" he asked, watching the man closely and he blinked as the man pointed the--Christ, was that a stick of wood?--at him.
"Who the fuck are you?" the man asked, tense on the balls of his feet. "Where's the Ministry--Remus--"
Rodney pushed the stick away, annoyed and scowled. "Where in Britain?"
The man blinked and his black brows drew together. "London," he said sharply and he raised the stick again. "What's it to you?"
Sheppard shifted closer, his fingers tightening on the stunner. "Rodney? What are you doing?"
"He's British," Rodney said, exasperated and he rolled his eyes at Sheppard's blank look. "England, Scotland, Wales? Tea, crumpets, that place you tossed over a few hundred years back, any of this ringing a bell?"
"Yes, and what does that mean?" Sheppard hissed, not taking his eyes off the man.
Rodney turned back to the man. "My Grandmother Macnair was British." His shirt had shifted and Rodney caught sight of an intricate brown tattoo on his skin. "How'd you get here?" he asked sharply, oddly unsettled by the swirls of ink. His mind was racing, taking in the man's garb. Temporal anomaly, perhaps? There were rifts in time--maybe an earlier gate--
The man smiled faintly and something about the curl of his mouth made Rodney take a step back as he raised the stick again. "Bitch threw me through the Veil," he said.
"The Veil?"
"Rodney."
Rodney waved Sheppard back. "Where'd you find the gate?"
"What gate?"
Sheppard shifted next to him then and the man jerked towards him and shouted something that Rodney couldn't quite make out but thought might have been him calling Sheppard stupid, which yes, all right, but really, he objected to this...this person insulting his Sheppard in that manner because that was Rodney's job afer all but before Rodney could move or even object and point out that Sheppard wasn't stupid, really, just a bit slow, a beam of red light shot from the top of the stick--dear God, what the hell was that thing?
The light struck Sheppard in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards and Rodney barely had time to catch the stunner that the Lieutenant Colonel threw at him. A fumble and he grabbed it and turned it on the man, but Ronan was there and the man was on the ground, kicking and screaming.
Rodney dropped to his knees next to Sheppard. He tapped his radio. "Get a medical team to the control room--NOW." He looked over at Ronon. "Get him out of here."
The stick rolled up against his boot.
Rodney picked it up and stared down at the smooth curve of polished wood, and then the medical team was there, pushing him aside.
His fingers curled around the stick and his breath caught.
A silver spark shot out of the tip.
He looked back at the empty iris of the gate.
And shivered.