Crossing the Rift: Affairs of Cardiff and the Kawoosh - Chapter 11
Title: Crossing the Rift: Affairs of Cardiff and the Kawoosh - Chapter 11
Author: sinisterx18
Rating: PG-13
Crack!Pairings: Capt. Jack H./Daniel Jackson, Col. Jack O./Ianto Jones, Teal'c/OC, Owen Harper/Anise
Final Pairings: Capt. Jack H./Ianto Jones, Col. Jack O./Samantha Carter
Warnings: Spoilers for TW season 1 and SG-1 through season 4. Also massive amounts of crack.
Summary: Simultaneous accidents bring Torchwood and SG-1 together, but their attempts to fix the problem brings them together in ways they never expected.
AN: Plot? What plot? I swear we acknowledge we have on next chapter. If you missed Chapter 1, you can read it here.
After a hard hour of hopscotching, the other Jack and John (Sheppard, not Hart), were also hot and sweaty. They sat on the edge of the roof together to rest.
"So, John," Jack began. "What exactly brings you to the roof at this time of night?"
Sheppard shrugged. "I was parachuting," he explained. "And then I decided to land."
"I see." They were silent for a moment, just listening to the wind and various other noises that the top of a roof tended to produce for those who were quiet and not afraid of heights. Although he had been annoyed at first to see that someone else had invaded his private area (not that one, sickos), Jack had come to enjoy Sheppard's company. The man was a welcome distraction after... tonight.
At the thought of everything that had happened, Jack heaved a sigh. The sudden noise attracted his companion's attention.
"What about you?" Sheppard asked with an easy smile. "What's a guy like you doing on a roof like this?"
Jack searched for some possible way to describe what had happened to him over the past few days, or even over the past few hours. "Bad day," he settled.
"Ah." Apparently, John Sheppard was not a very vocal man.
Fortunately for him, (maybe) Jack really did want to talk about it. Sort of. After a moment's silence, he finally gave in to temptation. "A lot of people," he began, "People I cared about, they got... lost somewhere. I don't know how I'll get them back. And someone, a friend, well, an acquaintance, really, but I thought he could be more," Jack hesitated, trying to find the words, "indicated that he didn't exactly have the same thought."
Sheppard glanced over at him. "Not interested?" he asked. Jack nodded. "Well, it'll work out." The young parachuter stretched languidly, turning his heart-melting smile on the Captain. "Things like this always do."
Jack laughed derisively. "No offense, Sheppard," he said, "But I think this is a little more complicated than what you're used to."
To his surprise, however, all the mysterious man gave him by way of response was a wide grin and the words "You'd be surprised." Standing up, Sheppard strapped on a parachute that seemed to come out of nowhere and looked off the edge of the roof.
"The trick is," he explained, "You have to leave them hanging." With that, he dropped down, clinging to the rooftop with his fingertips. "For example," John continued casually, "In this scenario, I could imply that I had a past in a mariachi band, or that I was secretly dating Rodney McKay, or even, if I was really daring, I could break the wall," here he tapped the wall he was hanging next to with his fist "and suggest that, to prevent further punnage, the writer get some sleep."
Jack blinked in surprise. "What writer?" he asked.
But John only grinned. "That's the best part! You'll never know what I was talking about!"
And with that, the strange man let go of the roof and fell into the darkness.
Gwen turned around to leave the dark robot-filled room when her shin encountered a very large metal object. After letting out the necessary string of expletives, she decided that whatever she'd run into had definitely moved into her path.
Her suspicions were confirmed when its camera focused in on her.
Naturally, Gwen began talking to the MALP. "Why, hello there, sweetheart!"
Felger, having been taken off button-duty, had been sitting in his lab he got an alert saying there was an active MALP. He decided to activate the remote interface and play with it.
His decision was reinforced when he saw who the MALP was staring at. Turning on the radio, the ever socially-competent Felger said, "You're very pretty."
Gwen giggled. "You're a sweet little robot, aren't you?"
Felger twisted the MALP's arm in a way he hoped could somehow be construed as cute.
"You wouldn't happen to know the way back to my quarters, would you?" Gwen asked.
For some reason, Felger decided the best way to answer this question would be to tilt the camera up and down as if the MALP was nodding.
Gwen managed to understand this motion as an affirmative, and grabbed the arm as if she was holding its hand saying, "Lead the way!"
Chapter 12
Author: sinisterx18
Rating: PG-13
Crack!Pairings: Capt. Jack H./Daniel Jackson, Col. Jack O./Ianto Jones, Teal'c/OC, Owen Harper/Anise
Final Pairings: Capt. Jack H./Ianto Jones, Col. Jack O./Samantha Carter
Warnings: Spoilers for TW season 1 and SG-1 through season 4. Also massive amounts of crack.
Summary: Simultaneous accidents bring Torchwood and SG-1 together, but their attempts to fix the problem brings them together in ways they never expected.
AN: Plot? What plot? I swear we acknowledge we have on next chapter. If you missed Chapter 1, you can read it here.
After a hard hour of hopscotching, the other Jack and John (Sheppard, not Hart), were also hot and sweaty. They sat on the edge of the roof together to rest.
"So, John," Jack began. "What exactly brings you to the roof at this time of night?"
Sheppard shrugged. "I was parachuting," he explained. "And then I decided to land."
"I see." They were silent for a moment, just listening to the wind and various other noises that the top of a roof tended to produce for those who were quiet and not afraid of heights. Although he had been annoyed at first to see that someone else had invaded his private area (not that one, sickos), Jack had come to enjoy Sheppard's company. The man was a welcome distraction after... tonight.
At the thought of everything that had happened, Jack heaved a sigh. The sudden noise attracted his companion's attention.
"What about you?" Sheppard asked with an easy smile. "What's a guy like you doing on a roof like this?"
Jack searched for some possible way to describe what had happened to him over the past few days, or even over the past few hours. "Bad day," he settled.
"Ah." Apparently, John Sheppard was not a very vocal man.
Fortunately for him, (maybe) Jack really did want to talk about it. Sort of. After a moment's silence, he finally gave in to temptation. "A lot of people," he began, "People I cared about, they got... lost somewhere. I don't know how I'll get them back. And someone, a friend, well, an acquaintance, really, but I thought he could be more," Jack hesitated, trying to find the words, "indicated that he didn't exactly have the same thought."
Sheppard glanced over at him. "Not interested?" he asked. Jack nodded. "Well, it'll work out." The young parachuter stretched languidly, turning his heart-melting smile on the Captain. "Things like this always do."
Jack laughed derisively. "No offense, Sheppard," he said, "But I think this is a little more complicated than what you're used to."
To his surprise, however, all the mysterious man gave him by way of response was a wide grin and the words "You'd be surprised." Standing up, Sheppard strapped on a parachute that seemed to come out of nowhere and looked off the edge of the roof.
"The trick is," he explained, "You have to leave them hanging." With that, he dropped down, clinging to the rooftop with his fingertips. "For example," John continued casually, "In this scenario, I could imply that I had a past in a mariachi band, or that I was secretly dating Rodney McKay, or even, if I was really daring, I could break the wall," here he tapped the wall he was hanging next to with his fist "and suggest that, to prevent further punnage, the writer get some sleep."
Jack blinked in surprise. "What writer?" he asked.
But John only grinned. "That's the best part! You'll never know what I was talking about!"
And with that, the strange man let go of the roof and fell into the darkness.
Gwen turned around to leave the dark robot-filled room when her shin encountered a very large metal object. After letting out the necessary string of expletives, she decided that whatever she'd run into had definitely moved into her path.
Her suspicions were confirmed when its camera focused in on her.
Naturally, Gwen began talking to the MALP. "Why, hello there, sweetheart!"
Felger, having been taken off button-duty, had been sitting in his lab he got an alert saying there was an active MALP. He decided to activate the remote interface and play with it.
His decision was reinforced when he saw who the MALP was staring at. Turning on the radio, the ever socially-competent Felger said, "You're very pretty."
Gwen giggled. "You're a sweet little robot, aren't you?"
Felger twisted the MALP's arm in a way he hoped could somehow be construed as cute.
"You wouldn't happen to know the way back to my quarters, would you?" Gwen asked.
For some reason, Felger decided the best way to answer this question would be to tilt the camera up and down as if the MALP was nodding.
Gwen managed to understand this motion as an affirmative, and grabbed the arm as if she was holding its hand saying, "Lead the way!"
Chapter 12