More Keri 'verse Drabbles
Title: Some Pre-Keri Drabbles
Fandom: SGA/SG-1 Fusion
Series: Part of the Keri 'verse (Pre and Mid Keri)
Characters: Mitchell, Weir, Sheppard, McKay, O'Neill, Ronon, Maybourne, Kavanaugh, Landry, Janet, Lorne, Parrish
Orientation: Gen, Slash, Het
Word Count: total: 2,256
Rating: No higher than PG-13
Notes: 10 Drabbles for the stargateland Prompt Week Challenge - Day 5
And, no, I just can't seem to keep my toes out of this 'verse.
06- SGA/SG1, Cameron Mitchell/Elizabeth Weir, a tour of Atlantis (215 words)
“Welcome to Atlantis, Commodore Mitchell.” Cam smiled and looked up at the face of Elizabeth Weir.
“This is an unexpected pleasure, Doctor Weir.” He said, not entirely certain of the protocols involved when speaking to a hologram, he figured it was best if he stuck to polite and non committal, just as he would with any visiting dignitary.
She inclined her head and smiled. “Rodney allotted me a bit of power, he thought you could use a friendly face that was at least passing familiar with what you’re going through now.” The hologram of Doctor Weir stepped down from the platform at the center of the room and gestured towards the door. “Shall we walk and talk?”
“You can leave this room?” Mitchell asked as he opened the door to the chamber and stepped out.
“There are holo-emmitters throughout the city. I have access almost everywhere. Now, I am certain you have some questions, being handed the reins of this city is a daunting task, I’ll help any way I am able.”
“I do have some concerns about juggling both the science teams and the military,” he said, thinking that this might not be too bad, having the opportunity to pick the brain of the woman that had headed the science division of the Expedition.
23- SGA, Ronon, how he got his blaster (206 words)
“I want a gun like that,” John’s voice was slurred as he peered over the edge of his mug at Ronon as the Satedan checked the weapon and placed it on the table near his hand.
Dex snorted and shook his head, “Not likely to find one.”
“I could steal yours.”
Rodney reached over and snagged the mug out of John’s hand. “I think you have had enough of that.”
Pouting mildly, John chased the cup, but Rodney had developed extremely quick reflexes since joining AG-1. Either that, or John was exceedingly tipsy.
“Where’d you get yours?” Sheppard eyed the powerful blaster with undisguised longing.
“Off a dead Traveler.” When his teammates gave him a blank look, he expanded the explanation, “They’re people, they call themselves Travelers. They have some pretty impressive technology.”
Rodney sniffed at Sheppard’s mug and grimaced. He handed the drink back, Sheppard deserved the hangover for drinking the swill in the first place. “In this galaxy? We should try to meet these folks, anyone above the level of pig farmer is a potential ally.” Sheppard nodded his agreement.
“Oh, no. I really don’t think you want to do that.” He looked Sheppard up and down and shook his head. “They’d eat him.”
17- SGA, Kavanagh, not ready to make nice (142 words)
He should never have agreed to come here. His so-called colleages didn’t respect him. They gave him the crappy projects to work on. Everything was rationed, he couldn’t get a decent meal. He hated it here.
It had been bad enough when that jarhead Commodore had been in charge, but now they had a keri, a f’ing keri running the Expedition. It was ridiculous. The asshole didn’t even know Kavanaugh’s name. He made notes, he was keeping copious notes to report back to the OIA when he had the chance to do so.
Then they made him take training and go offworld on a team, and that made things worse. He was mocked and teased on top of being ignored by the science department.
It got worse after Weir died. It was all that keri’s fault. Someone needed to make him pay.
08- SG1, Jack O'Neill/Harry Maybourne, Oh For Cryin' Out Loud (213 words)
O’Neill believed in letting people live their lives however they chose to. He didn’t try to impress his morals or standards on anyone else.
Sometimes, the stuff that came across his desk turned his stomach and made him angry, and made him shove aside his usual non-interference policies. He looked at the coroner’s report in front of him and he literally saw red, he was so infuriated. Another dead keri. Maybourne was involved in the death of another keri under his care. The man was more than a menace. Jack suspected he was a dangerous sadist. He had wanted the man off his staff before, this just cemented his decision to hasten his departure from the mountain.
He picked up the paper and stormed out of his office and down two levels. He shoved the door open and marched in. “Is he in?” Jack demanded of the young Captain manning the secretary’s desk in the outer office.
“Yes, Marshal O’Neill,” she stammered, not used to having him enter the office, this was not a place he frequented.
“Hold his calls. If you hear shots, call the MPs.” Jack didn’t bother knocking at the inner door, he pushed it open and shouted, “For crying out loud, Maybourne, what the hell is wrong with you?”
05- SGA, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Cross-dressing (152 words)
John shook his head in denial. “I am not putting that on.”
Holding up the soft colorful garment, Teyla tilted her head in confusion. “This is a traditional Meloco garment for the celebration of the festival. Surely you wish to honor their traditions, Sub Commander?”
“I can honor their traditions just fine in my BDUs.” John replied, stubbornly jutting his chin out and taking a step back as Teyla advanced on him with the clothing.
“This is so soft, ” Rodney cooed, fingering the material as he pulled it over his head. “I like this color blue.”
“McKay, you’re wearing a dress.” John pointed out.
Looking down at himself, Rodney lifted the hem of the knee length garment and pointed to the loose fitting garment he wore beneath it. “Pants.”
“Under a dress.” Sheppard quipped, rolling his eyes as Rodney reached for the green and blue silken headscarf Teyla was offering him.
25- SG1, Janet Fraiser, Being told about the stargate program (253 words)
“Your security clearance came through Doctor Fraiser, I can now tell you about the mission you have been assigned to.” Brigadier George Hammond gave her a tight professional smile and gestured to the chair across from his desk.
“Thank you, Brigadier. I have been quite curious.”
He pushed a file folder across the desk to her. “Now, as you are aware, Earth has been involved for several decades with aliens. What you are not aware of is the manner in which these aliens came into contact with Earth in the first place. “ He nodded at the folder.
She opened it and saw a photograph of a large ring. He let her flip through the folder, looking at other photos of aliens and military installations.
“That is the Stargate. It is a device which allows a stable wormhole to be formed, through which we can travel to other worlds.”
“I thought Abydos was a small island in the Mediterranean.” Janet saw a paper in the folder labeled with the name of the mission she knew she had been assigned to.
“No, it is a planet. You will be joining an expeditionary team being sent there, as the medical officer.” He folded his hands and looked at her intently, perhaps judging her reaction. She remained as calm as she could.
She cocked her head to one side. “You’re sending me to another planet?”
“Yes, Doctor, to Abydos.”
“I’ll need to find someone to watch my cat, she’s independent, but this is a little extreme.”
13- SG1, Jack O’Neill, regrets (108 words)
It was the fifth anniversary of Sarah’s accident. Jack did what he did each year, he drove out to the cemetery.
He stood in silence, lost in thought as he stared at the stone marker. There were some painful ‘if onlys’ that came up on this day. If only they had not been quarreling again, Jack might have said a proper farewell instead of a hard angry kiss on his way out the door. If only Jack had not been away on that mission, Sarah would not have driven alone to Charlie’s basketball game. If only she had been wearing her seatbelt, she might have survived the wreck.
12- SG1, Hank Landry/Cameron Mitchell, it'll all be okay (402 words)
The recovery from the crash was going to be long and painful. The doctors said he would never walk again. He had been trapped too long in the downed bird on the ice in Antarctica. His prognosis was poor. Wendy Mitchell had come from Kansas and moved into Cameron’s quarters to be near him during his rehab, his mother was trying to keep his spirits up, but she was fighting a losing battle. He hated the hospital. He hated the helplessness. He hated the way his body would not do what he wanted it to do, when he wanted it done. He hated that his career was over and he would never fly again. He was a prisoner in this broken body now.
“Wing Commander Cameron Mitchell?” An authoritative voice asked, waking him from a restless doze. He opened his eyes and saw a man in a Commodore’s uniform standing at the foot of his bed.
“Yes, Sir, that’s me.”
He stuck a hand out, and Cam shook it with as much strength as he could muster. “Hank Landry, SGO Command Council.”
“I’d stand to attention, but you know…” He knew it was a weak crack, but he made it anyway, and even threw in a sickly sweet smile to go with it.
Landry eyed his casts, braces and the devices holding Cam in traction. “Your file came to our attention. I came to make you an offer, Wing Commander.”
He gave a derisive snort. “I’m hardly in a position to be taking on any missions now or in the near future, Sir.”
“If you agree to this, you might be. The Jirante have a procedure they would like to test. You seem to be an ideal candidate with your spinal cord injuries. If it works, you’ll be good as new.”
Mitchell held his breath, stunned by the offer. The Jirante did not often interfere, it was like pulling teeth to even get them to do the keri procedures. “And if it doesn’t work?”
“At best, the same as you are now, at worse, you could die during the treatment.”
“Those are some choices.”
Landry gave him a grim smile. “You’re a brave man, Mitchell. You’re young and strong and by all accounts, just stubborn enough to prove all these doctors wrong and walk out of here under your own steam. I think you’ll be okay. I think it’ll all be okay.”
20- SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Lorne and Parrish debate who they want to officiate at their ceremony (278 words)
“You’re such a girl.” David laughed as Evan paced back and forth across the hotel room.
Evan stopped and stared at his new partner, his keri, damn, he was a bonded panor'eten now. “Because I’m nervous?”
David flopped back on the bed and reached for the can of peanuts, tossing them in the air and catching them in his mouth. “Because of all this.”
“Don’t choke. I’d have a hard time explaining to everyone that you died on the eve of our joining ceremony.”
David scowled and continued tossing the nuts. “Why do you even want the ceremony? We’re already bonded, no one is going to separate us, why the old fashioned stuff?”
Flopping down beside him, Evan reached his hand into the can and fought David’s fingers to get a few of the honey roasted nuts out of the can before his keri ate them all. “Maybe I’m old fashioned. Maybe I want to stand up in front of everyone and claim you publicly.”
“Maybe you’re just a big girl.”
“Or that.” Evan agreed and rolled over on top of David, smothering him with kisses.
When they came up for air, David groused, “Could we at least have a minister? If you’re going to be all ‘I swear before God’ and all that, shouldn’t we have a man of the cloth to say the words over our little bowed heads?”
“I didn’t think you were religious.”
David twisted his lips and asked, “Did you not hear me last night invoking his name repeatedly?”
“I want to hear you do that again.” Evan ground his hips slightly and nuzzled along David’s neck.
The keri chuckled, “I think you know how to start the ball rolling.”
29- SGA, John Sheppard & Rodney McKay, Puddle Jumper crash where Rodney hides his injuries (173 words)
John couldn’t see very well, his one eye was swollen shut and the other had blood and sweat rolling into it. He thought that he had crashed the puddlejumper, but that was a fact he was uncertain of.
“Rodney? Ronon? Teyla?” He called, coughing as the effort made his chest lock up.
“I’m here. The others are unconscious.
“Are you hurt Rodney?”
McKay didn’t answer him, John felt the puddlejumper shake as Rodney moved forward.
“There’s a lot of blood Sheppard. Are you all right?” Rodney’s voice was far away.
“I don’t know.” John looked down at himself and blinked his one good eye as he realized he was most definitely not all right. “I have a piece of the windshield in my gut, McKay.”
“Oh, God.” Rodney whispered as he crawled up between the seats and looked at John.
“Are you hurt Rodney?” John noticed there was a lot of blood on his friend too.
Rodney waggled a hand. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself. Don’t you die on me, Sheppard.”
Fandom: SGA/SG-1 Fusion
Series: Part of the Keri 'verse (Pre and Mid Keri)
Characters: Mitchell, Weir, Sheppard, McKay, O'Neill, Ronon, Maybourne, Kavanaugh, Landry, Janet, Lorne, Parrish
Orientation: Gen, Slash, Het
Word Count: total: 2,256
Rating: No higher than PG-13
Notes: 10 Drabbles for the stargateland Prompt Week Challenge - Day 5
And, no, I just can't seem to keep my toes out of this 'verse.
06- SGA/SG1, Cameron Mitchell/Elizabeth Weir, a tour of Atlantis (215 words)
“Welcome to Atlantis, Commodore Mitchell.” Cam smiled and looked up at the face of Elizabeth Weir.
“This is an unexpected pleasure, Doctor Weir.” He said, not entirely certain of the protocols involved when speaking to a hologram, he figured it was best if he stuck to polite and non committal, just as he would with any visiting dignitary.
She inclined her head and smiled. “Rodney allotted me a bit of power, he thought you could use a friendly face that was at least passing familiar with what you’re going through now.” The hologram of Doctor Weir stepped down from the platform at the center of the room and gestured towards the door. “Shall we walk and talk?”
“You can leave this room?” Mitchell asked as he opened the door to the chamber and stepped out.
“There are holo-emmitters throughout the city. I have access almost everywhere. Now, I am certain you have some questions, being handed the reins of this city is a daunting task, I’ll help any way I am able.”
“I do have some concerns about juggling both the science teams and the military,” he said, thinking that this might not be too bad, having the opportunity to pick the brain of the woman that had headed the science division of the Expedition.
23- SGA, Ronon, how he got his blaster (206 words)
“I want a gun like that,” John’s voice was slurred as he peered over the edge of his mug at Ronon as the Satedan checked the weapon and placed it on the table near his hand.
Dex snorted and shook his head, “Not likely to find one.”
“I could steal yours.”
Rodney reached over and snagged the mug out of John’s hand. “I think you have had enough of that.”
Pouting mildly, John chased the cup, but Rodney had developed extremely quick reflexes since joining AG-1. Either that, or John was exceedingly tipsy.
“Where’d you get yours?” Sheppard eyed the powerful blaster with undisguised longing.
“Off a dead Traveler.” When his teammates gave him a blank look, he expanded the explanation, “They’re people, they call themselves Travelers. They have some pretty impressive technology.”
Rodney sniffed at Sheppard’s mug and grimaced. He handed the drink back, Sheppard deserved the hangover for drinking the swill in the first place. “In this galaxy? We should try to meet these folks, anyone above the level of pig farmer is a potential ally.” Sheppard nodded his agreement.
“Oh, no. I really don’t think you want to do that.” He looked Sheppard up and down and shook his head. “They’d eat him.”
17- SGA, Kavanagh, not ready to make nice (142 words)
He should never have agreed to come here. His so-called colleages didn’t respect him. They gave him the crappy projects to work on. Everything was rationed, he couldn’t get a decent meal. He hated it here.
It had been bad enough when that jarhead Commodore had been in charge, but now they had a keri, a f’ing keri running the Expedition. It was ridiculous. The asshole didn’t even know Kavanaugh’s name. He made notes, he was keeping copious notes to report back to the OIA when he had the chance to do so.
Then they made him take training and go offworld on a team, and that made things worse. He was mocked and teased on top of being ignored by the science department.
It got worse after Weir died. It was all that keri’s fault. Someone needed to make him pay.
08- SG1, Jack O'Neill/Harry Maybourne, Oh For Cryin' Out Loud (213 words)
O’Neill believed in letting people live their lives however they chose to. He didn’t try to impress his morals or standards on anyone else.
Sometimes, the stuff that came across his desk turned his stomach and made him angry, and made him shove aside his usual non-interference policies. He looked at the coroner’s report in front of him and he literally saw red, he was so infuriated. Another dead keri. Maybourne was involved in the death of another keri under his care. The man was more than a menace. Jack suspected he was a dangerous sadist. He had wanted the man off his staff before, this just cemented his decision to hasten his departure from the mountain.
He picked up the paper and stormed out of his office and down two levels. He shoved the door open and marched in. “Is he in?” Jack demanded of the young Captain manning the secretary’s desk in the outer office.
“Yes, Marshal O’Neill,” she stammered, not used to having him enter the office, this was not a place he frequented.
“Hold his calls. If you hear shots, call the MPs.” Jack didn’t bother knocking at the inner door, he pushed it open and shouted, “For crying out loud, Maybourne, what the hell is wrong with you?”
05- SGA, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Cross-dressing (152 words)
John shook his head in denial. “I am not putting that on.”
Holding up the soft colorful garment, Teyla tilted her head in confusion. “This is a traditional Meloco garment for the celebration of the festival. Surely you wish to honor their traditions, Sub Commander?”
“I can honor their traditions just fine in my BDUs.” John replied, stubbornly jutting his chin out and taking a step back as Teyla advanced on him with the clothing.
“This is so soft, ” Rodney cooed, fingering the material as he pulled it over his head. “I like this color blue.”
“McKay, you’re wearing a dress.” John pointed out.
Looking down at himself, Rodney lifted the hem of the knee length garment and pointed to the loose fitting garment he wore beneath it. “Pants.”
“Under a dress.” Sheppard quipped, rolling his eyes as Rodney reached for the green and blue silken headscarf Teyla was offering him.
25- SG1, Janet Fraiser, Being told about the stargate program (253 words)
“Your security clearance came through Doctor Fraiser, I can now tell you about the mission you have been assigned to.” Brigadier George Hammond gave her a tight professional smile and gestured to the chair across from his desk.
“Thank you, Brigadier. I have been quite curious.”
He pushed a file folder across the desk to her. “Now, as you are aware, Earth has been involved for several decades with aliens. What you are not aware of is the manner in which these aliens came into contact with Earth in the first place. “ He nodded at the folder.
She opened it and saw a photograph of a large ring. He let her flip through the folder, looking at other photos of aliens and military installations.
“That is the Stargate. It is a device which allows a stable wormhole to be formed, through which we can travel to other worlds.”
“I thought Abydos was a small island in the Mediterranean.” Janet saw a paper in the folder labeled with the name of the mission she knew she had been assigned to.
“No, it is a planet. You will be joining an expeditionary team being sent there, as the medical officer.” He folded his hands and looked at her intently, perhaps judging her reaction. She remained as calm as she could.
She cocked her head to one side. “You’re sending me to another planet?”
“Yes, Doctor, to Abydos.”
“I’ll need to find someone to watch my cat, she’s independent, but this is a little extreme.”
13- SG1, Jack O’Neill, regrets (108 words)
It was the fifth anniversary of Sarah’s accident. Jack did what he did each year, he drove out to the cemetery.
He stood in silence, lost in thought as he stared at the stone marker. There were some painful ‘if onlys’ that came up on this day. If only they had not been quarreling again, Jack might have said a proper farewell instead of a hard angry kiss on his way out the door. If only Jack had not been away on that mission, Sarah would not have driven alone to Charlie’s basketball game. If only she had been wearing her seatbelt, she might have survived the wreck.
12- SG1, Hank Landry/Cameron Mitchell, it'll all be okay (402 words)
The recovery from the crash was going to be long and painful. The doctors said he would never walk again. He had been trapped too long in the downed bird on the ice in Antarctica. His prognosis was poor. Wendy Mitchell had come from Kansas and moved into Cameron’s quarters to be near him during his rehab, his mother was trying to keep his spirits up, but she was fighting a losing battle. He hated the hospital. He hated the helplessness. He hated the way his body would not do what he wanted it to do, when he wanted it done. He hated that his career was over and he would never fly again. He was a prisoner in this broken body now.
“Wing Commander Cameron Mitchell?” An authoritative voice asked, waking him from a restless doze. He opened his eyes and saw a man in a Commodore’s uniform standing at the foot of his bed.
“Yes, Sir, that’s me.”
He stuck a hand out, and Cam shook it with as much strength as he could muster. “Hank Landry, SGO Command Council.”
“I’d stand to attention, but you know…” He knew it was a weak crack, but he made it anyway, and even threw in a sickly sweet smile to go with it.
Landry eyed his casts, braces and the devices holding Cam in traction. “Your file came to our attention. I came to make you an offer, Wing Commander.”
He gave a derisive snort. “I’m hardly in a position to be taking on any missions now or in the near future, Sir.”
“If you agree to this, you might be. The Jirante have a procedure they would like to test. You seem to be an ideal candidate with your spinal cord injuries. If it works, you’ll be good as new.”
Mitchell held his breath, stunned by the offer. The Jirante did not often interfere, it was like pulling teeth to even get them to do the keri procedures. “And if it doesn’t work?”
“At best, the same as you are now, at worse, you could die during the treatment.”
“Those are some choices.”
Landry gave him a grim smile. “You’re a brave man, Mitchell. You’re young and strong and by all accounts, just stubborn enough to prove all these doctors wrong and walk out of here under your own steam. I think you’ll be okay. I think it’ll all be okay.”
20- SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Lorne and Parrish debate who they want to officiate at their ceremony (278 words)
“You’re such a girl.” David laughed as Evan paced back and forth across the hotel room.
Evan stopped and stared at his new partner, his keri, damn, he was a bonded panor'eten now. “Because I’m nervous?”
David flopped back on the bed and reached for the can of peanuts, tossing them in the air and catching them in his mouth. “Because of all this.”
“Don’t choke. I’d have a hard time explaining to everyone that you died on the eve of our joining ceremony.”
David scowled and continued tossing the nuts. “Why do you even want the ceremony? We’re already bonded, no one is going to separate us, why the old fashioned stuff?”
Flopping down beside him, Evan reached his hand into the can and fought David’s fingers to get a few of the honey roasted nuts out of the can before his keri ate them all. “Maybe I’m old fashioned. Maybe I want to stand up in front of everyone and claim you publicly.”
“Maybe you’re just a big girl.”
“Or that.” Evan agreed and rolled over on top of David, smothering him with kisses.
When they came up for air, David groused, “Could we at least have a minister? If you’re going to be all ‘I swear before God’ and all that, shouldn’t we have a man of the cloth to say the words over our little bowed heads?”
“I didn’t think you were religious.”
David twisted his lips and asked, “Did you not hear me last night invoking his name repeatedly?”
“I want to hear you do that again.” Evan ground his hips slightly and nuzzled along David’s neck.
The keri chuckled, “I think you know how to start the ball rolling.”
29- SGA, John Sheppard & Rodney McKay, Puddle Jumper crash where Rodney hides his injuries (173 words)
John couldn’t see very well, his one eye was swollen shut and the other had blood and sweat rolling into it. He thought that he had crashed the puddlejumper, but that was a fact he was uncertain of.
“Rodney? Ronon? Teyla?” He called, coughing as the effort made his chest lock up.
“I’m here. The others are unconscious.
“Are you hurt Rodney?”
McKay didn’t answer him, John felt the puddlejumper shake as Rodney moved forward.
“There’s a lot of blood Sheppard. Are you all right?” Rodney’s voice was far away.
“I don’t know.” John looked down at himself and blinked his one good eye as he realized he was most definitely not all right. “I have a piece of the windshield in my gut, McKay.”
“Oh, God.” Rodney whispered as he crawled up between the seats and looked at John.
“Are you hurt Rodney?” John noticed there was a lot of blood on his friend too.
Rodney waggled a hand. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself. Don’t you die on me, Sheppard.”