Five Ex-Companions, part one
La! There be snippetude!
Oh, and today I was at the charity shop all day and I got left on my own for a while - ooh, responsibility! and I didn't mess up to bad, and also I got chips, and also I fixed the paper in the till, go me. And then I came home and I read and I did puzzles and then I wrote this snippet and now I am going to sleep yay as I have shop again in afternoon. *nods*
Title: Five Ex-Companions OR The Revelations Of Five People Who, In Their Respective Pasts, Travelled With The Doctor
Author: kbk
Fanda: DW crossovering with various. In this instance, Stargate SG-1.
Notes: Partly nostalgia_lj's fault, because we were talking about this about a month ago. While on swings. That was fun.
Notes Again: Less than 400 words for Jack, I'm afraid. But five of roughly equal length would make 2000-ish which is a perfectly acceptable length for a fic, so there. If I do actually manage to write any more. Which is vaguely dubious. Oh well.
Jack is nonchalantly surveying the crowd as Daniel makes the introductions, and has just spotted the man and girl in anachronistic-looking outfits (yes, Jack knows long words, he just doesn't say them because they don't fit the image) when Daniel says, "And this is Colonel O'Neill."
There are the usual smiles and nods and suchlike, and then the man that Jack picked out barges forward and cries, "It's never little Jonathan!"
Jack winces. His team looks at him quizzically, then turns the combined force of their gaze on the man, who doesn't seem to notice.
"Hey, Doctor," he says, because even though the man is shorter and blonder and (though scarfless) even more colorfully dressed than Jack remembers him, there's really no mistaking him. Also, he's the only person that ever dared call Jack... that.
"You've grown!" the Doctor exclaims, and starts to look at him from various angles.
Jack sighs, and smiles a little at the girl, who probably isn't younger than he was, but makes it look a whole lot dodgier through the use of revealing clothing. "Hi. I'm Jack."
"Peri," she says, in a distinctly American accent. "Nice to meet you."
The Doctor jumps between them. "I knew you wouldn't stay on Earth! Didn't I say so?"
That piques Carter's interest, and then Daniel frowns and Teal'c is doing the eyebrow thing and Peri is tapping the Doctor on the shoulder and it all gets kind of confused for a while.
Later, after their tangential involvement in the deposition of an unsuspected (by the SGC) fascist regime, and the not-quite-unobserved exit of the Doctor-plus-companion (because Jack remembers wandering out the back way, the side way, or the top way, while everyone was looking elsewhere) Jack's team corners him.
"So," he says, "I ran away from home when I was fifteen and I wound up touring time and space with that guy, except he was kinda not. That guy, I mean."
The expressions on their faces tell Jack two things: first, that his idea of an explanation sucks; and second, that he isn't going to get away without giving them something more along the lines of full and detailed reports on every single thing done and place visited in the Doctor's company.
Jack sighs, and wonders where to start.
Next up, Benton Fraser! (Due South)
And if any of you were to have suggestions for the other three... I mean, I'm thinking about it, but I'm so very open to ideas.
Oh, and today I was at the charity shop all day and I got left on my own for a while - ooh, responsibility! and I didn't mess up to bad, and also I got chips, and also I fixed the paper in the till, go me. And then I came home and I read and I did puzzles and then I wrote this snippet and now I am going to sleep yay as I have shop again in afternoon. *nods*
Title: Five Ex-Companions OR The Revelations Of Five People Who, In Their Respective Pasts, Travelled With The Doctor
Author: kbk
Fanda: DW crossovering with various. In this instance, Stargate SG-1.
Notes: Partly nostalgia_lj's fault, because we were talking about this about a month ago. While on swings. That was fun.
Notes Again: Less than 400 words for Jack, I'm afraid. But five of roughly equal length would make 2000-ish which is a perfectly acceptable length for a fic, so there. If I do actually manage to write any more. Which is vaguely dubious. Oh well.
Jack is nonchalantly surveying the crowd as Daniel makes the introductions, and has just spotted the man and girl in anachronistic-looking outfits (yes, Jack knows long words, he just doesn't say them because they don't fit the image) when Daniel says, "And this is Colonel O'Neill."
There are the usual smiles and nods and suchlike, and then the man that Jack picked out barges forward and cries, "It's never little Jonathan!"
Jack winces. His team looks at him quizzically, then turns the combined force of their gaze on the man, who doesn't seem to notice.
"Hey, Doctor," he says, because even though the man is shorter and blonder and (though scarfless) even more colorfully dressed than Jack remembers him, there's really no mistaking him. Also, he's the only person that ever dared call Jack... that.
"You've grown!" the Doctor exclaims, and starts to look at him from various angles.
Jack sighs, and smiles a little at the girl, who probably isn't younger than he was, but makes it look a whole lot dodgier through the use of revealing clothing. "Hi. I'm Jack."
"Peri," she says, in a distinctly American accent. "Nice to meet you."
The Doctor jumps between them. "I knew you wouldn't stay on Earth! Didn't I say so?"
That piques Carter's interest, and then Daniel frowns and Teal'c is doing the eyebrow thing and Peri is tapping the Doctor on the shoulder and it all gets kind of confused for a while.
Later, after their tangential involvement in the deposition of an unsuspected (by the SGC) fascist regime, and the not-quite-unobserved exit of the Doctor-plus-companion (because Jack remembers wandering out the back way, the side way, or the top way, while everyone was looking elsewhere) Jack's team corners him.
"So," he says, "I ran away from home when I was fifteen and I wound up touring time and space with that guy, except he was kinda not. That guy, I mean."
The expressions on their faces tell Jack two things: first, that his idea of an explanation sucks; and second, that he isn't going to get away without giving them something more along the lines of full and detailed reports on every single thing done and place visited in the Doctor's company.
Jack sighs, and wonders where to start.
Next up, Benton Fraser! (Due South)
And if any of you were to have suggestions for the other three... I mean, I'm thinking about it, but I'm so very open to ideas.