Prompt 001 - Beginnings - Chris Perry Halliwell
Title: Crossed Wires
Fandoms: Charmed, Stargate SG-1
Theme: Chris Perry Halliwell
Prompt: 001 - Beginnings (Master Table)
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of the characters and properties of Charmed or Stargate SG-1 belong to me.
Notes/Timeline: Takes place right at near end of Chris-Crossed for Charmed, and around Season 7 of Stargate SG-1.
He came out of the portal violently. Trying to minimize the impact, he rolled out the moment he hit the ground, his palms stinging wildly as he did so. He lay there for a minute, suddenly bone weary, because this day was just sucking more and more, wasn't it?
The cold metal he was laying on, the concrete ceiling so high he couldn't even see it, the incredibly loud klaxons going off...it all pointed to the fact that he was not in the attic. Oh, all the guns pointed at his face by men wearing military fatigues were also big clues.
Fuck.
Closing his eyes, Chris let out a shaky breath.
Just...fuck.
He did not need this right now. Not after - no, can't think about that, don't think about her, don't think about the blood and how much it must have hurt for her to breathe much less talk, don't think about how strong she was, how selfless, worrying about him and the mission more than the fact that she was - no. No, no, no, no, no.
But he was thinking about it now, and his breathing grew labored as he tried to ignore the building pressure at the bridge of his nose. She wouldn't want him to cry, not even for her - hell, she'd probably kick his ass for it. She would want him to be strong, to figure out what the hell was going on and get himself out of this new mess so that he could get back to the mission.
Bianca hated it when people didn't complete their missions.
Had. She had hated it.
Fuck.
Taking in a deep breath, he opened his eyes, slowly moved himself to a sitting position (doing his best to ignore the dozen guns still pointing in his face), and raised his arms in the classic surrender position.
"Sorry," he said. "Don't shoot."
Fandoms: Charmed, Stargate SG-1
Theme: Chris Perry Halliwell
Prompt: 001 - Beginnings (Master Table)
Word Count: 313
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of the characters and properties of Charmed or Stargate SG-1 belong to me.
Notes/Timeline: Takes place right at near end of Chris-Crossed for Charmed, and around Season 7 of Stargate SG-1.
He came out of the portal violently. Trying to minimize the impact, he rolled out the moment he hit the ground, his palms stinging wildly as he did so. He lay there for a minute, suddenly bone weary, because this day was just sucking more and more, wasn't it?
The cold metal he was laying on, the concrete ceiling so high he couldn't even see it, the incredibly loud klaxons going off...it all pointed to the fact that he was not in the attic. Oh, all the guns pointed at his face by men wearing military fatigues were also big clues.
Fuck.
Closing his eyes, Chris let out a shaky breath.
Just...fuck.
He did not need this right now. Not after - no, can't think about that, don't think about her, don't think about the blood and how much it must have hurt for her to breathe much less talk, don't think about how strong she was, how selfless, worrying about him and the mission more than the fact that she was - no. No, no, no, no, no.
But he was thinking about it now, and his breathing grew labored as he tried to ignore the building pressure at the bridge of his nose. She wouldn't want him to cry, not even for her - hell, she'd probably kick his ass for it. She would want him to be strong, to figure out what the hell was going on and get himself out of this new mess so that he could get back to the mission.
Bianca hated it when people didn't complete their missions.
Had. She had hated it.
Fuck.
Taking in a deep breath, he opened his eyes, slowly moved himself to a sitting position (doing his best to ignore the dozen guns still pointing in his face), and raised his arms in the classic surrender position.
"Sorry," he said. "Don't shoot."