Into the Woods (SG1/SPN, Jac/Mary) - Part 3
Title: Into the Woods
Fandoms: Stargate SG1/Supernatural
Type: het, crossover
Rating: PG13
Characters/Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Mary Winchester
Warnings violence, strong language, sexual content
Summary: After his son died, after his wife left him, and after he visited his first alien planet and lived to tell the tale, a retired Jack O'Neill just wants to fish and drink beer. Unfortunately for him, he;s stuck in a vanishing forest with mythical creatures and the not-so-cute-and-fluffy Mary Winchester. She wants to get home to her sons. He just wants to get back to his retirement. To do that, the colonel and the hunter have to work together and get the hell out.
Master Post: mute90.livejournal.com/42381.html
A plan was a plan was a plan was a plan. Jack wasn’t the best at them. Though he’d never say it to Mary, he didn’t think she was much of one either.
Still, you put two half-good planners together and you could get a great one.
That’s what they got too. A great plan, if Jack did say so himself and he did say so, something that got him an amused smile from Mary before they set off for round two of get-the-hell-out-of-Freaky-Forest mission.
“Kill-Argus mission,” a vengeful Mary had corrected, which worked too.
At the middle of the clearing, Argus was waiting for them, He knelt by the altar, his many eyes open and watching his surroundings. The guy didn’t even blink. However, his head snapped up when the fire started. It began at opposite ends of the clearing and then quickly began to surround it. The goal was to get Argus in the circle - and keep everything else out.
Not them, though.
Mary and Jack stepped out of the trees before the fire could block them out. Jack stood with his big stick - skinny log, really, with his button-up shirt tied around the edge. Mary stood with her little knives.
Argus got to his feet, his one big sword and other smaller one clutched in both hands His head stood about a foot over Jack’s.
Oh, yeah, this was smart - not.
Argus waited for them, blocking the altar.
“I hate to break it to you but this is a little bit crazy,” Jack muttered.
“This was partly your plan, Jack,” Mary responded.
“No, the fire was my plan. You know, throwing it. This whole ‘lock ourselves in with a Naked Eye Guy’ was yours.”
“You remember the next part or do you want me to do it?”
“I remember it.”
Keeping the stick held firmly in one hand, Jack reached behind his back and came back with his gun. He lifted it up and shot Argus once in the chest. Argus stumbled back, shocked again. Bullets took some getting used to for mythical creatures, it seemed. He put the side of a hand to the hole in one of his eyes and felt the blood.
Jack swiftly put the gun back and charged. He got in one good hit while Argus was still shocked.
Mary ran toward the altar, sliding right in front of it like it was baseball and she was making a homerun.
He really hoped she was.
‘Cause Jack got in only one good hit.
Jack swung again and a big hand took a hold of the edge and used it to lift Jack from the ground and toss him into another part of the ground in a way that left his body aching, would leave it one big bruise if he got out of it alive.
Argus took four long steps and kicked him.
“Aargh!”
Him coming out alive: not the best odds there.
The good plan feeling was dropping out of him as he swiftly got every body part handed to him with interest.
Jack - already having had the crap beat out of him - was of no more interest to Argus. Instead, his attention was grabbed by the woman throwing lighter fluid across the altar in wide sweeps. His eyes - all of them - widened and he charged forward.
Mary got to her feet and readied herself, legs separated slightly. One knife lay abandoned on the floor to make room for the lighter fluid. She threw it upward in an arc and what was left of the lighter fluid covered Argus.
She then dove out of the way.
Jack pushed himself up onto all fours. He still had his stick. He pulled out the lighter and lit up the end of it. He threw the lighter toward the altar. Mary rolled out of the way of the sword flying toward her and it came crashing to the ground a few inches away. She lifted her legs and kicked him in the knee and then came up far enough to stick a knife into his leg.
She was bitter.
Jack got to his feet with his flaming stick. “Hey!”
Eyes focused on him again.
Jack ran forward.
Argus turned.
Mary took her chance and shoved an iron knife into his side over and over and over again. He cried out in pain, a long, loud roar erupting from his lips and catching the attention of everything else.
The forest screamed, roared, chirped, and screeched back.
He turned. The knife ripped right out of him. Mary lifted up her arms to block her head as he swiped at her, sending her straight to the ground.
Jack took his chance. There was a tag-team thing going on they couldn’t screw up now. He hit Argus in the back with his flaming stick/log/torch-y thing. Argus stumbled forward, the eyes Jack hit burning out and the others having trouble with the fire dancing in front of them.
He hit again, taking to the side of head and then his shoulder and then his head and then whatever body part he could hit.
Mary was at the altar, hopefully with the lighter ‘cause this was -.
Argus caught the stick in one hand. He closed it right over the flames. A low, pained growl erupted from his mouth but he didn’t let go. He pulled it right out of Jack’s grip. Jack tried to hold on but just got pulled right along with it and landed face-first on the ground in front of Argus.
- not gonna work for long.
Jack rolled. The sword came down. Jack grabbed the wrist of the big guy holding the sword but he just got pulled up right along with it. The smaller knife entered his shoulder, sliding through flesh easily. Jack cursed.
This was how you lost a fight to a naked guy.
“Aargh! God damn it! Feel free to light it up.”
He wasn’t sure what Mary was doing now other than not answering.
Argus yanked the knife from his shoulder
That was when Mary appeared. She jumped onto Argus’ back, one arm encircling his neck and the other hand coming up to slit his throat.
Oh, this kind of woman.
Argus dropped him. There was something burning out of the corner of his eye: the altar.
Everything was also flickering: the trees, the animals that were raging outside the circle of fire, and even the ground beneath Jack. It was all coming in and out of focus rapidly and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just his head playing tricks on him.
Everything was slowly fading from existence except for their big friend Argus.
He was still alive, somehow, wrestling with Mary on the floor, one hand reaching out for the burning altar desperately.
“Jack!”
Jack crawled over to help Mary hold him down. He then pulled out his gun, placed it to Argus’ temple, and pulled the trigger.
He took a few seconds before looking up at Mary. She looked back steadily, her breath coming out hard and fast and blood trailing down one side of her face where Argus had smacked her to the ground.
And the altar burned.
And everything flickered.
And there was a tree up Jack’s ass.
No, really, there was a tree that kept appearing and reappearing, not solid just yet but it was reappearing in a place he really didn’t want it to appear for good.
“Uh…”
“Move!”
When was she going to learn that he didn’t need that advice? They both moved quickly directly toward the altar, staying as close as they could with the flames still burning.
Everything continued to flicker, staying longer as the fire ate at the ground they crowded around. Then, it stayed. Trees filled up the former clearing. They weren’t the hulking, vein-filled ones of before. Leaves and uneven grass appeared beneath their feet. A sliver of light could be seen between the branches above them. Argus’ body was half in and half out of a yellowed bush.
They were left standing in a burning forest.
“Ah, crap.”
They hadn’t counted on that.
The got up and moved around trees until they got to their perfect circle, which was still happily burning. They stopped between two trees and began to furiously kick dirt onto the bottom edge of the fire.
There was a fine line of black dust there.
(“It’ll burn straight around,” Mary said.
“How?”
“Magic. Break the dust line, it goes off.”)
It did too. Their fine line surrounding the clearing extinguished itself the instant they successfully broke the circle. Unfortunately, that didn’t help the fires they didn’t mean to start, the ones that had jumped from the circle to the trees as they had filled up the clearing or the one at the altar that was happily burning away the ground.
Jack grabbed Mary’s arm and borrowed her charmless word: “Move!”
They ran through the opening they created. They moved as straight as they could, unsure of the exit but moving quickly away from the fire. The woods weren’t that big this time around. Jack saw the out first and picked up speed. The edge of the woods was thankfully not moving away from them this time. They got closer and closer until they were bursting from the trees and onto the road. Mary crashed to her knees on the asphalt, her leg finally having had enough.
Jack could appreciate that feeling.
A car braked hard. It stopped a few feet away from them.
Jack walked forward and leaned heavily on the hood, the blood loss from the wound on his shoulder making him want to crash down right next to Mary.
“Howdy,” he said.
In the front seat, two older men - one with a jaunty straw hat - stared out at him.
“I don’t suppose you could give us a hand?” With that, his body decided to do some collapsing itself and he bent until his forehead was on the roof of the car.
He could hear the car doors opening and then quick footsteps. One came up beside him and grabbed his shoulder. “Hey, come on, now.”
The other passed him, presumably to head toward Mary.
The man beside Jack helped him straighten up. Jack used the opportunity to study that place that certainly wasn’t where he had crashed the day before. The forest had vanished, moved with them in it and now they were somewhere that was nowhere near his cabin.
“The forest is on fire,” Jack informed the man.
Good riddance.
Part 4
Fandoms: Stargate SG1/Supernatural
Type: het, crossover
Rating: PG13
Characters/Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Mary Winchester
Warnings violence, strong language, sexual content
Summary: After his son died, after his wife left him, and after he visited his first alien planet and lived to tell the tale, a retired Jack O'Neill just wants to fish and drink beer. Unfortunately for him, he;s stuck in a vanishing forest with mythical creatures and the not-so-cute-and-fluffy Mary Winchester. She wants to get home to her sons. He just wants to get back to his retirement. To do that, the colonel and the hunter have to work together and get the hell out.
Master Post: mute90.livejournal.com/42381.html
A plan was a plan was a plan was a plan. Jack wasn’t the best at them. Though he’d never say it to Mary, he didn’t think she was much of one either.
Still, you put two half-good planners together and you could get a great one.
That’s what they got too. A great plan, if Jack did say so himself and he did say so, something that got him an amused smile from Mary before they set off for round two of get-the-hell-out-of-Freaky-Forest mission.
“Kill-Argus mission,” a vengeful Mary had corrected, which worked too.
At the middle of the clearing, Argus was waiting for them, He knelt by the altar, his many eyes open and watching his surroundings. The guy didn’t even blink. However, his head snapped up when the fire started. It began at opposite ends of the clearing and then quickly began to surround it. The goal was to get Argus in the circle - and keep everything else out.
Not them, though.
Mary and Jack stepped out of the trees before the fire could block them out. Jack stood with his big stick - skinny log, really, with his button-up shirt tied around the edge. Mary stood with her little knives.
Argus got to his feet, his one big sword and other smaller one clutched in both hands His head stood about a foot over Jack’s.
Oh, yeah, this was smart - not.
Argus waited for them, blocking the altar.
“I hate to break it to you but this is a little bit crazy,” Jack muttered.
“This was partly your plan, Jack,” Mary responded.
“No, the fire was my plan. You know, throwing it. This whole ‘lock ourselves in with a Naked Eye Guy’ was yours.”
“You remember the next part or do you want me to do it?”
“I remember it.”
Keeping the stick held firmly in one hand, Jack reached behind his back and came back with his gun. He lifted it up and shot Argus once in the chest. Argus stumbled back, shocked again. Bullets took some getting used to for mythical creatures, it seemed. He put the side of a hand to the hole in one of his eyes and felt the blood.
Jack swiftly put the gun back and charged. He got in one good hit while Argus was still shocked.
Mary ran toward the altar, sliding right in front of it like it was baseball and she was making a homerun.
He really hoped she was.
‘Cause Jack got in only one good hit.
Jack swung again and a big hand took a hold of the edge and used it to lift Jack from the ground and toss him into another part of the ground in a way that left his body aching, would leave it one big bruise if he got out of it alive.
Argus took four long steps and kicked him.
“Aargh!”
Him coming out alive: not the best odds there.
The good plan feeling was dropping out of him as he swiftly got every body part handed to him with interest.
Jack - already having had the crap beat out of him - was of no more interest to Argus. Instead, his attention was grabbed by the woman throwing lighter fluid across the altar in wide sweeps. His eyes - all of them - widened and he charged forward.
Mary got to her feet and readied herself, legs separated slightly. One knife lay abandoned on the floor to make room for the lighter fluid. She threw it upward in an arc and what was left of the lighter fluid covered Argus.
She then dove out of the way.
Jack pushed himself up onto all fours. He still had his stick. He pulled out the lighter and lit up the end of it. He threw the lighter toward the altar. Mary rolled out of the way of the sword flying toward her and it came crashing to the ground a few inches away. She lifted her legs and kicked him in the knee and then came up far enough to stick a knife into his leg.
She was bitter.
Jack got to his feet with his flaming stick. “Hey!”
Eyes focused on him again.
Jack ran forward.
Argus turned.
Mary took her chance and shoved an iron knife into his side over and over and over again. He cried out in pain, a long, loud roar erupting from his lips and catching the attention of everything else.
The forest screamed, roared, chirped, and screeched back.
He turned. The knife ripped right out of him. Mary lifted up her arms to block her head as he swiped at her, sending her straight to the ground.
Jack took his chance. There was a tag-team thing going on they couldn’t screw up now. He hit Argus in the back with his flaming stick/log/torch-y thing. Argus stumbled forward, the eyes Jack hit burning out and the others having trouble with the fire dancing in front of them.
He hit again, taking to the side of head and then his shoulder and then his head and then whatever body part he could hit.
Mary was at the altar, hopefully with the lighter ‘cause this was -.
Argus caught the stick in one hand. He closed it right over the flames. A low, pained growl erupted from his mouth but he didn’t let go. He pulled it right out of Jack’s grip. Jack tried to hold on but just got pulled right along with it and landed face-first on the ground in front of Argus.
- not gonna work for long.
Jack rolled. The sword came down. Jack grabbed the wrist of the big guy holding the sword but he just got pulled up right along with it. The smaller knife entered his shoulder, sliding through flesh easily. Jack cursed.
This was how you lost a fight to a naked guy.
“Aargh! God damn it! Feel free to light it up.”
He wasn’t sure what Mary was doing now other than not answering.
Argus yanked the knife from his shoulder
That was when Mary appeared. She jumped onto Argus’ back, one arm encircling his neck and the other hand coming up to slit his throat.
Oh, this kind of woman.
Argus dropped him. There was something burning out of the corner of his eye: the altar.
Everything was also flickering: the trees, the animals that were raging outside the circle of fire, and even the ground beneath Jack. It was all coming in and out of focus rapidly and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just his head playing tricks on him.
Everything was slowly fading from existence except for their big friend Argus.
He was still alive, somehow, wrestling with Mary on the floor, one hand reaching out for the burning altar desperately.
“Jack!”
Jack crawled over to help Mary hold him down. He then pulled out his gun, placed it to Argus’ temple, and pulled the trigger.
He took a few seconds before looking up at Mary. She looked back steadily, her breath coming out hard and fast and blood trailing down one side of her face where Argus had smacked her to the ground.
And the altar burned.
And everything flickered.
And there was a tree up Jack’s ass.
No, really, there was a tree that kept appearing and reappearing, not solid just yet but it was reappearing in a place he really didn’t want it to appear for good.
“Uh…”
“Move!”
When was she going to learn that he didn’t need that advice? They both moved quickly directly toward the altar, staying as close as they could with the flames still burning.
Everything continued to flicker, staying longer as the fire ate at the ground they crowded around. Then, it stayed. Trees filled up the former clearing. They weren’t the hulking, vein-filled ones of before. Leaves and uneven grass appeared beneath their feet. A sliver of light could be seen between the branches above them. Argus’ body was half in and half out of a yellowed bush.
They were left standing in a burning forest.
“Ah, crap.”
They hadn’t counted on that.
The got up and moved around trees until they got to their perfect circle, which was still happily burning. They stopped between two trees and began to furiously kick dirt onto the bottom edge of the fire.
There was a fine line of black dust there.
(“It’ll burn straight around,” Mary said.
“How?”
“Magic. Break the dust line, it goes off.”)
It did too. Their fine line surrounding the clearing extinguished itself the instant they successfully broke the circle. Unfortunately, that didn’t help the fires they didn’t mean to start, the ones that had jumped from the circle to the trees as they had filled up the clearing or the one at the altar that was happily burning away the ground.
Jack grabbed Mary’s arm and borrowed her charmless word: “Move!”
They ran through the opening they created. They moved as straight as they could, unsure of the exit but moving quickly away from the fire. The woods weren’t that big this time around. Jack saw the out first and picked up speed. The edge of the woods was thankfully not moving away from them this time. They got closer and closer until they were bursting from the trees and onto the road. Mary crashed to her knees on the asphalt, her leg finally having had enough.
Jack could appreciate that feeling.
A car braked hard. It stopped a few feet away from them.
Jack walked forward and leaned heavily on the hood, the blood loss from the wound on his shoulder making him want to crash down right next to Mary.
“Howdy,” he said.
In the front seat, two older men - one with a jaunty straw hat - stared out at him.
“I don’t suppose you could give us a hand?” With that, his body decided to do some collapsing itself and he bent until his forehead was on the roof of the car.
He could hear the car doors opening and then quick footsteps. One came up beside him and grabbed his shoulder. “Hey, come on, now.”
The other passed him, presumably to head toward Mary.
The man beside Jack helped him straighten up. Jack used the opportunity to study that place that certainly wasn’t where he had crashed the day before. The forest had vanished, moved with them in it and now they were somewhere that was nowhere near his cabin.
“The forest is on fire,” Jack informed the man.
Good riddance.
Part 4