FIC: Cry Little Children (PG) SGA/SPN
Cry Little Children
A Supernatural/Stargate Atlantis crossover
by mhalachaiswords
Summary: John Sheppard doesn't talk about his past. That doesn't mean he doesn't remember each and every moment.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to the CW and Kripke. Stargate Atlantis belongs to MGM/UA, Gekko Productions et al. No profit has been made from this fic, and the only benefit to me is personal satisfaction and the creative process.
Rating: PG for content
Words: 660
Spoilers: A tiny spoiler from the first episode of Supernatural 2x01. Set in the SGA universe.
Note: Not really sure where this came from. Just obsessively re-watching SPN and *bam* a plot bunny. I had to write this to get it out of my system, so I can continue working on Balancing Act 5. In this story, I figured that Sammy wasn't the first generation of the children.
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"This is a stupid game."
Ronon snorted. "Isn't my fault McKay got us trapped in here."
"No, but it will be your fault if we use up all the air because you won't stop talking," Rodney snapped, poking away at his datapad.
Teyla rolled her eyes while Major Lorne let his head fall back, banging against the wall. "Like I said, stupid game."
John sighed. Only Lorne would be brave enough to slam his CO's choice of time-wasting games. Or, John conceded, maybe it really was oxygen deprivation. Being stuck in a small Atlantis room with Ronon, Teyla, Lorne and Rodney was enough to make anyone a little light-headed.
Ronon threw the makeshift leather ball at Lorne. "What's the one food you'd eat whenever you get the chance?" he asked Lorne.
Lorne flashed a grin at the taller man. "No contest. My mom's apple pie."
Rodney muttered something about Captain America propaganda in the Pegasus Galaxy, while Teyla furrowed her brow. "I have had apples, but never in pie form. Are they good?" she asked.
"Oh, it's the best. Tell you what. Next time they bring apples on a resupply run, I'll make us all a pie." Lorne's grin changed slightly when he looked at Teyla, just a little different, but it made John raise an eyebrow. Flirting with Teyla? When everyone on Atlantis knew that Teyla had the hots for Lt. What's-his-name? John knew Lorne could be reckless at times, but this was downright dangerous.
Teyla, however, smiled back. "That would be a most welcome treat."
Ronon shook his head, staring pointedly at the leather ball in Lorne's hand.
"Right." Lorne threw the ball at John. The warm leather slapped into John's hand, stinging more than it should have. Maybe that should have warned him. "What's your first memory?"
John's fingers stilled on the leather.
He'd always been able to remember everything. No matter how far back he pushed, he could always find something. Scraped knees, boring undercooked suppers from a distant father, all of it. It went all the way back to a time when he must have just been a tiny baby, to that very first memory, the only memory he had of his mother.
It was a series of broken moments, really.
A shadow standing over him in his crib.
Mom, screaming.
Mom, on the ceiling. Bleeding.
Mom on fire on the ceiling.
Something dark, reaching for him.
Then nothing.
John swallowed hard, past the knot of icy pain in his chest. "Kissing Becky Simmons on the cheek, first grade," he lied. For the first time in his life, he lied to his team, and he did it with a smile.
Teyla was staring at him. Did she know he was lying? Did she suspect that he woke up some nights, head full of terror and evil and the sinking suspicion that he was the one who burned his mother, was the reason she died screaming?
No, she couldn't know. No one knew, especially not in Pegasus, a galaxy away from that life he'd left behind.
John snapped the leather ball across the room at Ronon. "Would you rather go through a full medical with Beckett or get chewed out by Elizabeth?"
As Ronon tried to figure out a way to answer the question, John let his head fall back to rest against his little section of wall.
All this talk of memories dragged up parts of his past he wished he could forget. The fire, the nagging sensation that evil lurked around corner.
Waiting for him.
John rubbed his fingers against his pant leg, listening to the normal sounds of Rodney muttering, Ronon's deep rumble, Teyla's light voice dancing over her words. He often wondered what was good and evil in this galaxy. Most days, he wasn't sure about the evil, but on days like today, he knew what was good.
He just hoped that the evil side of things wasn't going to come back one day to haunt them all.
--fin
SPN commentary: angstslashhope has amazing meta on the shirt Dean's wearing in 2x04. It's a charming tale of exactly how fucking messed up Dean is over Daddy's death. It's ZOMG heartbreaking, + photographic evidence.