Fic: "Close" (SGA/Angel crossover, John/Fred, FRT)
TITLE: Close
AUTHOR: Lara (larakailyn)
SUMMARY: Two people, so close yet so far.
PAIRING: John/Fred (kind of)
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis / Angel AU crossover
RATING: FRT
WORD COUNT: ~900
SPOILERS: None really - makes reference John's background story from SGA
DISCLAIMER: Fred Burkle belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy while John Sheppard belongs to Brad Wright, Robert Cooper, MGM and Sci Fi Channel; I just write fanfic for fun.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: If you don't read Liz and my RPG Where Home Is, this might not make sense. Or maybe it will. Fred's background from when she went to college is different in this 'verse.
SHE
"Hold, please!"
She put on a slight burst of speed, not sure she was going to catch the hotel elevator as the doors slid close. But just before they shut, they opened again, and she was able to get in. Standing there was a man with somewhat wild dark hair in total incongruity to the Air Force uniform he wore, his finger on the button to keep the door from sliding shut again.
Without a word, he nodded to her almost inaudible thanks before stepping back and clasping his hands behind his back as he looked up the ceiling, his blue eyes unfocused, obviously lost in thought. She moved closer to hit the button for her floor before retreating to the other corner of the elevator as it started up. As she did, she remember the envelope she had picked up at the front desk. Sighing, she pulled it out from the folders she was holding to open it, sure as to what it was, given that it was from Mark's lawyers.
And there it was. Notice that her husband was filing for divorce. The marriage was officially ending.
She still didn't understand what had happened. They had been happy, she had thought. But obviously not happy enough for Mark since he had gone and found someone else while they were still married. Now, she didn't know if she would be happy again. All she had left was her work and her parents, who were a couple thousand miles away in another state. She supposed her work would have to do for now. At least it was something she enjoyed and looked forward to doing day in and day out, considering what it involved - things most people would only dream of.
Like the man she was sharing the elevator with. Glancing over at him, she saw he was still staring up at the ceiling. He shifted, dropping his hands to his side, and when he did, she noticed the bandage wrapped around his left one. She wondered what had happened but didn't ask. She didn't know this man, and she'd been told a few times - by Mark - that she was too curious for her own good. Remembering that actually stung, so she looked away as she tucked the letter back in the envelope and shoved it in one of the folders. She wasn't going to contest the divorce. It wasn't worth it. She would just have to become used to being alone.
The elevator bell suddenly rang as it reached her floor. Fred Burkle stepped out with one final glance back at the man, who blinked and looked directly at her, their eyes locking for a moment before the doors closed between them.
Then he was gone.
*****
HE
It probably would have been the worst day of his life had it not been for the fact that the worst day of his life was the reason why he was there in D.C. now, going through this hearing. All he wanted to do was go back to his room and forget about everything for a while. The accusations, the recriminations, the fact that two good men were dead because he hadn't been able to save them. It all weighed on him as he stepped into the elevator and hit the button for his floor.
Just as the doors slid close, he heard a voice calling out. It would have been easy to pretend he hadn't heard, but he wasn't like that, so he hit the open button and waited as a woman got in. Once she was, he stepped back with a nod to her thanks.
She was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen with her long, brown hair and brown eyes, but he didn't want to be caught staring at her, so he looked up at the ceiling. The woman leaned over and hit the button for her floor, and for a moment, he swore he could smell strawberries on her. It wasn't a heavy scent, instead just enough to pick up in close quarters.
He almost said hello to her, but she stepped back and pulled out an envelope, so he didn't. Besides, why would she want to talk to him? It wasn't as though he had anything nice to talk about. Military hearings? Dead servicemen in Kabul? Who wanted to hear about things like that? He was an Air Force pilot who didn't even know if he'd ever be ungrounded because he had disobeyed a direct order. He never would have been able to live with himself if he hadn't tried to save those three, but now he wasn't sure what he had left. The Air Force and flying were his life. He'd already lost his family and his ex-wife because he had chosen it.
The hand he had injured in the incident was aching from being clasped behind him, so he dropped his hands, continuing to stare up at the point where the elevator wall met the ceiling. His mind began playing the events of day's hearing over and over again. At least Colonel Green was on his side. He just didn't know if it was enough. If he got through this, he was thinking of asking for a remote assignment. Somewhere far away from all of this.
Suddenly, the elevator dinged as it came to a stop on the woman's floor. He tried not to watch her as she stepped off, but just before the doors slid close again, John Sheppard looked at her, their eyes locking for a moment.
Then she was gone.
AUTHOR: Lara (larakailyn)
SUMMARY: Two people, so close yet so far.
PAIRING: John/Fred (kind of)
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis / Angel AU crossover
RATING: FRT
WORD COUNT: ~900
SPOILERS: None really - makes reference John's background story from SGA
DISCLAIMER: Fred Burkle belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy while John Sheppard belongs to Brad Wright, Robert Cooper, MGM and Sci Fi Channel; I just write fanfic for fun.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: If you don't read Liz and my RPG Where Home Is, this might not make sense. Or maybe it will. Fred's background from when she went to college is different in this 'verse.
SHE
"Hold, please!"
She put on a slight burst of speed, not sure she was going to catch the hotel elevator as the doors slid close. But just before they shut, they opened again, and she was able to get in. Standing there was a man with somewhat wild dark hair in total incongruity to the Air Force uniform he wore, his finger on the button to keep the door from sliding shut again.
Without a word, he nodded to her almost inaudible thanks before stepping back and clasping his hands behind his back as he looked up the ceiling, his blue eyes unfocused, obviously lost in thought. She moved closer to hit the button for her floor before retreating to the other corner of the elevator as it started up. As she did, she remember the envelope she had picked up at the front desk. Sighing, she pulled it out from the folders she was holding to open it, sure as to what it was, given that it was from Mark's lawyers.
And there it was. Notice that her husband was filing for divorce. The marriage was officially ending.
She still didn't understand what had happened. They had been happy, she had thought. But obviously not happy enough for Mark since he had gone and found someone else while they were still married. Now, she didn't know if she would be happy again. All she had left was her work and her parents, who were a couple thousand miles away in another state. She supposed her work would have to do for now. At least it was something she enjoyed and looked forward to doing day in and day out, considering what it involved - things most people would only dream of.
Like the man she was sharing the elevator with. Glancing over at him, she saw he was still staring up at the ceiling. He shifted, dropping his hands to his side, and when he did, she noticed the bandage wrapped around his left one. She wondered what had happened but didn't ask. She didn't know this man, and she'd been told a few times - by Mark - that she was too curious for her own good. Remembering that actually stung, so she looked away as she tucked the letter back in the envelope and shoved it in one of the folders. She wasn't going to contest the divorce. It wasn't worth it. She would just have to become used to being alone.
The elevator bell suddenly rang as it reached her floor. Fred Burkle stepped out with one final glance back at the man, who blinked and looked directly at her, their eyes locking for a moment before the doors closed between them.
Then he was gone.
*****
HE
It probably would have been the worst day of his life had it not been for the fact that the worst day of his life was the reason why he was there in D.C. now, going through this hearing. All he wanted to do was go back to his room and forget about everything for a while. The accusations, the recriminations, the fact that two good men were dead because he hadn't been able to save them. It all weighed on him as he stepped into the elevator and hit the button for his floor.
Just as the doors slid close, he heard a voice calling out. It would have been easy to pretend he hadn't heard, but he wasn't like that, so he hit the open button and waited as a woman got in. Once she was, he stepped back with a nod to her thanks.
She was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen with her long, brown hair and brown eyes, but he didn't want to be caught staring at her, so he looked up at the ceiling. The woman leaned over and hit the button for her floor, and for a moment, he swore he could smell strawberries on her. It wasn't a heavy scent, instead just enough to pick up in close quarters.
He almost said hello to her, but she stepped back and pulled out an envelope, so he didn't. Besides, why would she want to talk to him? It wasn't as though he had anything nice to talk about. Military hearings? Dead servicemen in Kabul? Who wanted to hear about things like that? He was an Air Force pilot who didn't even know if he'd ever be ungrounded because he had disobeyed a direct order. He never would have been able to live with himself if he hadn't tried to save those three, but now he wasn't sure what he had left. The Air Force and flying were his life. He'd already lost his family and his ex-wife because he had chosen it.
The hand he had injured in the incident was aching from being clasped behind him, so he dropped his hands, continuing to stare up at the point where the elevator wall met the ceiling. His mind began playing the events of day's hearing over and over again. At least Colonel Green was on his side. He just didn't know if it was enough. If he got through this, he was thinking of asking for a remote assignment. Somewhere far away from all of this.
Suddenly, the elevator dinged as it came to a stop on the woman's floor. He tried not to watch her as she stepped off, but just before the doors slid close again, John Sheppard looked at her, their eyes locking for a moment.
Then she was gone.