And Three's a Crowd
Title: And Three's a Crowd
Crossover: Burn Notice/Smallville/Stargate: SG1
Rating: PG
Summary: There can't be more than two men running around Miami with the same face. Right?
Disclaimer: "Burn Notice" is owned by Matt Nix and USA; "Smallville" by Warner Bros, and Stargate: SG1 by SyFy. I own my pillow
Notes: Written for xoverland 's ficlet challenge of "doppelgangers." Michael Shanks played Victor, Daniel Jackson, and Hawkman. I totally blame wolfie for the crack that is to follow.
"I'm telling you, you have the wrong guy!" Daniel Jackson protested for what felt like the hundreth time. The small, petite woman who had somehow managed to not only knock him out, but drag him to this abandoned warehouse and tie him up only adjusted her gip on the gun pointed in his direction.
"Don't bother denying it, Victor," she snapped at him. "I know who you are, and I'm not letting you get to Michael."
"And I told you, my name is Daniel, not Victor!" Whoever this woman was, she at least knew how to tie a knot. No matter how hard the archeologist tried, he couldn't get them to loosen one millimeter. "I'm an archeologist working with the Air Force in Colorado!"
"A likely story," she scoffed. "Why would the Air Force need an archeologist." He was about to answer when the door to his cell banged opened and a man appeared in the doorway.
"Fi?" Who's down there with you?" the man asked, coming down the stairs with a body slung over his shoulder.
"Victor, of course," the woman answered. "Why?"
"That's not Victor," he answered, finally reaching them and slinging the body he was carrying into an empty chair. "This is Victor."
"Are you sure? Because this man looks exactly like him."
"I'm very sure, since I had a conversation with this Victor where he tried to kill me in a bathroom," the man answered, grabbing some rope and tying his captive to the chair.
Daniel looked over at the man and was shocked to see his own face looking back at him. Studying it closer, he could tell that the other man was a few years older than him, his face more lined and his hair slightly more ragged than his was. Also, he would never wear a shirt that color of purple.
The man began to stir, eyes flickering before they slowly opened. Daniel watched as the man straightened up, first studying his captors before turning his gaze on Daniel.
"What the hell is this?" the man Daniel could only assume to be Victor asked. "Who the hell is this?"
"Like I've told this woman already, my name is Daniel Jackson and this is clearly a mistake since Victor is right there, tied to that chair. Can I go now?"
"Not so fast," the male captor answered. "I find it an odd coincidence that there are two men with the same face walking around in Miami at the exact same time, and I don't like coincidences."
"It's obviously Carla messing with our heads," Victor answered, giving Daniel a scrutinizing look.
"Who's Carla?" Daniel managed to ask before one of the windows shattered, the body of a man flying through before hitting the ground. Hearing a strange flapping, Daniel looked up and was greeted by the sight of a winged man with a mace in his hands and a hawk helmet on his head.
"Whoever this 'Victor' is, I'm not him," the thing snarled before flying away.
Crossover: Burn Notice/Smallville/Stargate: SG1
Rating: PG
Summary: There can't be more than two men running around Miami with the same face. Right?
Disclaimer: "Burn Notice" is owned by Matt Nix and USA; "Smallville" by Warner Bros, and Stargate: SG1 by SyFy. I own my pillow
Notes: Written for xoverland 's ficlet challenge of "doppelgangers." Michael Shanks played Victor, Daniel Jackson, and Hawkman. I totally blame wolfie for the crack that is to follow.
"I'm telling you, you have the wrong guy!" Daniel Jackson protested for what felt like the hundreth time. The small, petite woman who had somehow managed to not only knock him out, but drag him to this abandoned warehouse and tie him up only adjusted her gip on the gun pointed in his direction.
"Don't bother denying it, Victor," she snapped at him. "I know who you are, and I'm not letting you get to Michael."
"And I told you, my name is Daniel, not Victor!" Whoever this woman was, she at least knew how to tie a knot. No matter how hard the archeologist tried, he couldn't get them to loosen one millimeter. "I'm an archeologist working with the Air Force in Colorado!"
"A likely story," she scoffed. "Why would the Air Force need an archeologist." He was about to answer when the door to his cell banged opened and a man appeared in the doorway.
"Fi?" Who's down there with you?" the man asked, coming down the stairs with a body slung over his shoulder.
"Victor, of course," the woman answered. "Why?"
"That's not Victor," he answered, finally reaching them and slinging the body he was carrying into an empty chair. "This is Victor."
"Are you sure? Because this man looks exactly like him."
"I'm very sure, since I had a conversation with this Victor where he tried to kill me in a bathroom," the man answered, grabbing some rope and tying his captive to the chair.
Daniel looked over at the man and was shocked to see his own face looking back at him. Studying it closer, he could tell that the other man was a few years older than him, his face more lined and his hair slightly more ragged than his was. Also, he would never wear a shirt that color of purple.
The man began to stir, eyes flickering before they slowly opened. Daniel watched as the man straightened up, first studying his captors before turning his gaze on Daniel.
"What the hell is this?" the man Daniel could only assume to be Victor asked. "Who the hell is this?"
"Like I've told this woman already, my name is Daniel Jackson and this is clearly a mistake since Victor is right there, tied to that chair. Can I go now?"
"Not so fast," the male captor answered. "I find it an odd coincidence that there are two men with the same face walking around in Miami at the exact same time, and I don't like coincidences."
"It's obviously Carla messing with our heads," Victor answered, giving Daniel a scrutinizing look.
"Who's Carla?" Daniel managed to ask before one of the windows shattered, the body of a man flying through before hitting the ground. Hearing a strange flapping, Daniel looked up and was greeted by the sight of a winged man with a mace in his hands and a hawk helmet on his head.
"Whoever this 'Victor' is, I'm not him," the thing snarled before flying away.