Old fic repost: Untitled WW2 Atlantis with unseen Captain Jack thingy
Originally posted on old dancink lj.
"You are not going to make a war-widow out of me," Rodney hissed, moving into John's space, the worry and fear etched across his brow making John's heart skip a beat. "If I find out you've gone and got yourself killed by some German I'll... I'll invent the A-Bomb a little earlier that planned and blow the European continent off the map and then who knows what that'll do to the timeline and it'll be all your fault."
"Just don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me," John replied, lifting his hand to curl around Rodney's neck and pulling him forward into his embrace. He could feel the eyes of everyone on the strip as he pressed his lips to the other man's cheek. "I'm coming back, Rodney, and you and Jack'll figure it out and then we'll go home to Atlantis together."
"You'd better, or there won't be a home to get back to." Rodney stepped back out of his reach, his eyes flickering left and right as around them men lowered their eyes and shuffled their feet and pretended they hadn't seen a thing. "And you know I hate that song."
"I know, Rodney," John replied, grasping the rail of the stairs that lead up to the cockpit. "I'll be back," he repeated.
"Go be a big damn hero," Rodney answered, his smile not reaching his eyes as he watched John climb up into the plane.
(The story behind this one is that I was sitting up at the law library desk one boring Sunday, and I was listening to some Glen Miller on my macbook as there was not a single student in sight, doing some loose leaf filing, when suddenly this scene hijacked my brain.
At one point I hoped to actually write the rest of the story: it went along the lines of "John and Rodney find another time-travelling jumper prototype, end up over London during the Blitz because John was still fantasizing about old fighters after watching 'The Battle of Britain' and this particular prototype is even dodgier than the one SG1 played around with, crash said jumper in British countryside, la la la stuff happens, end up in Wales, meet Captain Jack in bar/dance hall, turns out it's the Jack who got stranded with Tosh and in this version they were actually stranded, so they've been hiding out in Welsh countryside because it's after Pearl Harbour and Tosh is kinda Japanese plus Jack's already had to dodge one other version of himself and the 1943 Torchwood team, la la la la more stuff happens, John volunteers to fight because they think they're going to be stranded forever, whilst he's gone Rodney and Tosh and Jack manage to MacGyver way home, la la la happy ending." At some point before John volunteers him and Rodney were going to get together, and there was some vague idea that there might actually be some John/Rodney/Jack action, if only because it'd be really fucking hot.
Obviously, none of this ever got written. In typical form, I started the historical research and got sidetracked.
I'm still not at a point that I'd call this completely abandoned: I'm pretty attached to the idea, and with Atlantis now being a closed canon and Torchwood continuity being so wibbly-wobbly by it's very nature I'm fairly sure I could actually make this idea work. Still, there is not going to be anything written for a very long time, so consider this a one-shot scene of mysteriousness.
"You are not going to make a war-widow out of me," Rodney hissed, moving into John's space, the worry and fear etched across his brow making John's heart skip a beat. "If I find out you've gone and got yourself killed by some German I'll... I'll invent the A-Bomb a little earlier that planned and blow the European continent off the map and then who knows what that'll do to the timeline and it'll be all your fault."
"Just don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me," John replied, lifting his hand to curl around Rodney's neck and pulling him forward into his embrace. He could feel the eyes of everyone on the strip as he pressed his lips to the other man's cheek. "I'm coming back, Rodney, and you and Jack'll figure it out and then we'll go home to Atlantis together."
"You'd better, or there won't be a home to get back to." Rodney stepped back out of his reach, his eyes flickering left and right as around them men lowered their eyes and shuffled their feet and pretended they hadn't seen a thing. "And you know I hate that song."
"I know, Rodney," John replied, grasping the rail of the stairs that lead up to the cockpit. "I'll be back," he repeated.
"Go be a big damn hero," Rodney answered, his smile not reaching his eyes as he watched John climb up into the plane.
(The story behind this one is that I was sitting up at the law library desk one boring Sunday, and I was listening to some Glen Miller on my macbook as there was not a single student in sight, doing some loose leaf filing, when suddenly this scene hijacked my brain.
At one point I hoped to actually write the rest of the story: it went along the lines of "John and Rodney find another time-travelling jumper prototype, end up over London during the Blitz because John was still fantasizing about old fighters after watching 'The Battle of Britain' and this particular prototype is even dodgier than the one SG1 played around with, crash said jumper in British countryside, la la la stuff happens, end up in Wales, meet Captain Jack in bar/dance hall, turns out it's the Jack who got stranded with Tosh and in this version they were actually stranded, so they've been hiding out in Welsh countryside because it's after Pearl Harbour and Tosh is kinda Japanese plus Jack's already had to dodge one other version of himself and the 1943 Torchwood team, la la la la more stuff happens, John volunteers to fight because they think they're going to be stranded forever, whilst he's gone Rodney and Tosh and Jack manage to MacGyver way home, la la la happy ending." At some point before John volunteers him and Rodney were going to get together, and there was some vague idea that there might actually be some John/Rodney/Jack action, if only because it'd be really fucking hot.
Obviously, none of this ever got written. In typical form, I started the historical research and got sidetracked.
I'm still not at a point that I'd call this completely abandoned: I'm pretty attached to the idea, and with Atlantis now being a closed canon and Torchwood continuity being so wibbly-wobbly by it's very nature I'm fairly sure I could actually make this idea work. Still, there is not going to be anything written for a very long time, so consider this a one-shot scene of mysteriousness.