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Posting a couple of snippetts from the ones that have been sitting for far too long...
SG-1:
My Country Tis of Thee [Set early Season One, with a focus on the team bonding.]
“How’s he doing?” Sam asked, approaching the bed. She tentatively brushed a few stray strands of hair away from his face, startled when blue eyes blearily blinked up at her.
“I think Doctor Janet drugged me,” he whispered, slurring the words together as he spoke. He tried to mouth them out again, glaring down his nose as if he could see the offending lips when they did not perform on command.
“Daniel Jackson has been resting after Doctor Fraiser gave him something she called ‘a cocktail of the good stuff’ and only recently awakened,” Teal’c informed them.
“She said she was goin’ ta give me somet’in for my fingers. I thought she meant an anti-, um, anti-biotic because the ground was all dirty and stuff when it got ground into me,” the normally fluent linguist declared, his voice heavy with accusation. He giggled a bit to himself suddenly, muttering something about “The ground got ground” and how it really was not that funny when he thought about it.
Jack hid a grin and a quick glance showed his second in command doing the same. “Better than the Tylenol at home?” he guessed.
Daniel waved his hand in the direction of the CMO’s office, pausing as if to watch the trails the movement made before pouting, “I think she doped me up so I couldn’ escape.”
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Taken [Set around late Season 4 to Early Season 5, my attempt to deal with the issue of misogyny]
Slowly, aware of every ache in every joint screaming in unison with the pounding in his head, he crawled over to his team linguist. He picked up the dart and smelled it, not surprised when the spicy sweetness was nothing he recognized. They were on an alien world; their knock out juice was likely to be different. He put it in the pocket of his vest to be analyzed later and very carefully nudged the man before him. Nothing. He felt for a pulse, finding it sluggish, but there.
While in the neighborhood, he used the opportunity to wipe at the bit of blood drizzling down the other man’s neck. Satisfied it seemed to be stopping on its own, he tried waking his friend once again. “Danny,” he called, reaching over and lightly patting the cheek not currently ground into the road.
Finally, a noticeable response. Blue eyes slowly fluttered open, wincing at the world around him as another low moan escaped mud-caked lips. Mud created from the dust of the road mixing with his own blood from a sizable split lip, Jack noted with a grimace.
“Jack?” the younger man groaned, slowly rolling over to his back. He emitted a pain filled gasp before reaching down and blindly grabbing at something on his thigh. He held up another red feathered dart in front of eyes reduced to merely slits before sighing and tossing it to the side. “Sam?” he asked, hands moving to both cover his eyes and run through his disheveled hair.
“Taken,” the Colonel replied. He sank back onto his haunches and resisted the urge to fist his hair, settling for simply shaking his aching head instead.
~~~~~~~~~~
Days of Forever [Set, surprisingly enough, after "Forever in a Day" and plays around with alternate universes of a sort]
“Damn, it’s not here,” he muttered when he was certain he had been through everything. “Jack? Try the closet for the flashlight and grab a few candles while you’re there. I’ll get the matches,” he called, sliding over closer to the stove. He always kept a box nearby on the off chance the pilot light on his gas stove decided to give out.
Just as his hand wrapped around the box, a noise off to his side caught his attention. He turned his head too quickly and was blinded by a bright light. He felt a sharp pain take up residence in his skull before collapsing to the floor.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he rejoined his friends in the land of consciousness. He heard a soft, pleading voice, and forced himself to concentrate on it. “... hear me, Dan-yel,” it called. He forced his eyes open, and as they adjusted to the dim light surrounding him, the voice repeated, “Can you hear me, my Dan-yel?”
“Sha’re?” he gasped, seeing her beautiful face hovering above him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SGA:
Left Behind - Confirmation [Next section chronologically for my Left Behind series, but something feels off with it]
John was getting frantic, and knew he was not hiding it well. Ronon and Teyla had left the safe confines of the cloaked Jumper to trawl for Wraith, hoping to find them before the Jumper as a whole was found. He was barely conscious, let alone mobile, every twitch reminding him of exactly how he got there. He hurt, and knew he would be a liability out there right now, so he satisfied himself with trying to help Rodney build whatever explosive device he had come up with this time.
He could have made witty remarks about Jumpers and bombs and their history, but his heart wasn’t in it and his mind was miles away. They stayed oddly silent, aside from bouncing ideas off each other in half-finished sentences and tearing through what little supplies they had to find something that would work.
John had lowered himself to the floor to look through one of packs for a detonator, seeing one of the Atlantis patches they usually wore on their uniforms tucked to the side. He picked it up, gripped it tightly in his palm and had to close his eyes for a moment at the rush of emotions running through him.
~~~~~~~~~~
Unnamed Fringe Crossover [Set post-finale on Earth]
With yet another sigh, he slid a jacket over his holster and a pair of new sunglasses on his face. He looked out at the blue-gray sky and towering skyscrapers in the distance, a childish imitation of the sleek lines of Atlantis, and offered, “Welcome to Earth.”
“Been here before,” Ronon pointed out, squinting at the buildings. “A couple of times.”
“And I experienced a version of your planet previously as well,” Teyla added. Her features settled into a definite frown as she gazed around at what was being presented.
“Yeah, but this isn’t Sheppard’s ideal frat boy fantasy life,” McKay pointed out, slinging a backpack with his electronics over his shoulder. “This is more like a freaky flesh-eating alien horror movie scenario.”
“The Wraith do not eat flesh,” she corrected mildly.
“No, they just suck your life out,” he agreed. He paused as if pondering something for a moment. “Hey, if we catch Todd and he happens to be hungry, would it be a bad thing to point him in the direction of certain people? Say IOA dickheads or wannabe scientists that just happened to take credit for other people’s work?”
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Yes, there's a few more as well, but I figure this is probably more than enough for now. I figure I'm stuck on the SG-1 ones as it's been a while since I've a) seen the episodes, and b) read/written anything sizable in the fandom. For some reason, the pacing seems off on the SGA ones as well. Thoughts?
SG-1:
My Country Tis of Thee [Set early Season One, with a focus on the team bonding.]
“How’s he doing?” Sam asked, approaching the bed. She tentatively brushed a few stray strands of hair away from his face, startled when blue eyes blearily blinked up at her.
“I think Doctor Janet drugged me,” he whispered, slurring the words together as he spoke. He tried to mouth them out again, glaring down his nose as if he could see the offending lips when they did not perform on command.
“Daniel Jackson has been resting after Doctor Fraiser gave him something she called ‘a cocktail of the good stuff’ and only recently awakened,” Teal’c informed them.
“She said she was goin’ ta give me somet’in for my fingers. I thought she meant an anti-, um, anti-biotic because the ground was all dirty and stuff when it got ground into me,” the normally fluent linguist declared, his voice heavy with accusation. He giggled a bit to himself suddenly, muttering something about “The ground got ground” and how it really was not that funny when he thought about it.
Jack hid a grin and a quick glance showed his second in command doing the same. “Better than the Tylenol at home?” he guessed.
Daniel waved his hand in the direction of the CMO’s office, pausing as if to watch the trails the movement made before pouting, “I think she doped me up so I couldn’ escape.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Taken [Set around late Season 4 to Early Season 5, my attempt to deal with the issue of misogyny]
Slowly, aware of every ache in every joint screaming in unison with the pounding in his head, he crawled over to his team linguist. He picked up the dart and smelled it, not surprised when the spicy sweetness was nothing he recognized. They were on an alien world; their knock out juice was likely to be different. He put it in the pocket of his vest to be analyzed later and very carefully nudged the man before him. Nothing. He felt for a pulse, finding it sluggish, but there.
While in the neighborhood, he used the opportunity to wipe at the bit of blood drizzling down the other man’s neck. Satisfied it seemed to be stopping on its own, he tried waking his friend once again. “Danny,” he called, reaching over and lightly patting the cheek not currently ground into the road.
Finally, a noticeable response. Blue eyes slowly fluttered open, wincing at the world around him as another low moan escaped mud-caked lips. Mud created from the dust of the road mixing with his own blood from a sizable split lip, Jack noted with a grimace.
“Jack?” the younger man groaned, slowly rolling over to his back. He emitted a pain filled gasp before reaching down and blindly grabbing at something on his thigh. He held up another red feathered dart in front of eyes reduced to merely slits before sighing and tossing it to the side. “Sam?” he asked, hands moving to both cover his eyes and run through his disheveled hair.
“Taken,” the Colonel replied. He sank back onto his haunches and resisted the urge to fist his hair, settling for simply shaking his aching head instead.
~~~~~~~~~~
Days of Forever [Set, surprisingly enough, after "Forever in a Day" and plays around with alternate universes of a sort]
“Damn, it’s not here,” he muttered when he was certain he had been through everything. “Jack? Try the closet for the flashlight and grab a few candles while you’re there. I’ll get the matches,” he called, sliding over closer to the stove. He always kept a box nearby on the off chance the pilot light on his gas stove decided to give out.
Just as his hand wrapped around the box, a noise off to his side caught his attention. He turned his head too quickly and was blinded by a bright light. He felt a sharp pain take up residence in his skull before collapsing to the floor.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he rejoined his friends in the land of consciousness. He heard a soft, pleading voice, and forced himself to concentrate on it. “... hear me, Dan-yel,” it called. He forced his eyes open, and as they adjusted to the dim light surrounding him, the voice repeated, “Can you hear me, my Dan-yel?”
“Sha’re?” he gasped, seeing her beautiful face hovering above him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SGA:
Left Behind - Confirmation [Next section chronologically for my Left Behind series, but something feels off with it]
John was getting frantic, and knew he was not hiding it well. Ronon and Teyla had left the safe confines of the cloaked Jumper to trawl for Wraith, hoping to find them before the Jumper as a whole was found. He was barely conscious, let alone mobile, every twitch reminding him of exactly how he got there. He hurt, and knew he would be a liability out there right now, so he satisfied himself with trying to help Rodney build whatever explosive device he had come up with this time.
He could have made witty remarks about Jumpers and bombs and their history, but his heart wasn’t in it and his mind was miles away. They stayed oddly silent, aside from bouncing ideas off each other in half-finished sentences and tearing through what little supplies they had to find something that would work.
John had lowered himself to the floor to look through one of packs for a detonator, seeing one of the Atlantis patches they usually wore on their uniforms tucked to the side. He picked it up, gripped it tightly in his palm and had to close his eyes for a moment at the rush of emotions running through him.
~~~~~~~~~~
Unnamed Fringe Crossover [Set post-finale on Earth]
With yet another sigh, he slid a jacket over his holster and a pair of new sunglasses on his face. He looked out at the blue-gray sky and towering skyscrapers in the distance, a childish imitation of the sleek lines of Atlantis, and offered, “Welcome to Earth.”
“Been here before,” Ronon pointed out, squinting at the buildings. “A couple of times.”
“And I experienced a version of your planet previously as well,” Teyla added. Her features settled into a definite frown as she gazed around at what was being presented.
“Yeah, but this isn’t Sheppard’s ideal frat boy fantasy life,” McKay pointed out, slinging a backpack with his electronics over his shoulder. “This is more like a freaky flesh-eating alien horror movie scenario.”
“The Wraith do not eat flesh,” she corrected mildly.
“No, they just suck your life out,” he agreed. He paused as if pondering something for a moment. “Hey, if we catch Todd and he happens to be hungry, would it be a bad thing to point him in the direction of certain people? Say IOA dickheads or wannabe scientists that just happened to take credit for other people’s work?”
~~~~~~~~~~
Yes, there's a few more as well, but I figure this is probably more than enough for now. I figure I'm stuck on the SG-1 ones as it's been a while since I've a) seen the episodes, and b) read/written anything sizable in the fandom. For some reason, the pacing seems off on the SGA ones as well. Thoughts?