Elsewhere update
I return, with more crack. Enjoy.
Title: Elsewhere
Author: Sorrel
Fandom(s): SGA, Buffy, and Supernatural
Rating: R
Spoilers: None yet
Pairing(s): Spike/Xander, Sam/McKay. Implied Dean/Sheppard, Sheppard/McKay, and Dean/Sam.
Summary: Four demon hunters are sent to Atlantis as a backup combat team. Romantic tangles, asskicking, and leather pants ensue.
Part II:
“I love these little pudding things,” Spike said, around the spoon in his mouth. Xander rolled his eyes.
“Yes, yes, I know. They’re the epitomy of fine dessert, and they should totally make them with blood. You say this at least one a week, Spike. Give it a rest already.”
“Well, they should,” Spike muttered, sulking into his pudding cup. Xander left him to it and scanned the mess hall, searching for new entertainment and newer gossip.
Teyla and Ronon were eating together, sharing a tray. No news there. Zelenka was courting Weir in his own geekish way a couple tables over by describing some new Ancient device or something, his hands flying and his hair falling down into his eyes, and Weir was listening with perhaps just a tad more interest that the device really deserved, which indicated that Zelenka’s plan was working. Not exactly a surprise, since the entire city knew about those two. When they actually got together, he’d have something, but until then there wasn’t anything new to feed the rumor mill.
Sam and McKay had both disappeared after the mission and hadn’t been seen since. Also not news. Xander figured that it had been inevitable from the moment McKay had discovered that not only did Sam’s body accept the gene therapy, but that his occasional psychic talent translated over into greater control of Atlantis equipment. He’d practically had a geekgasm right there in his lab, and Sam, well, either he liked the geek thing, or he just got turned on by sarcasm. He was sure he’d seen weirder pairings, though he couldn’t think of any right off the top of his head.
Ronon and Teyla left to go beat the crap out of each other and call it foreplay. Weir and Zelenka went their separate ways, with shy goodbyes on either side. Kavanaugh stormed out in a huff, leaving his tray for his unlucky dinner companions to take back, but he did that almost every day. Boring, boring, boring.
Xander was starting to despair of anything interesting happening when Dean and John came in from their session at the firing range, grinning and each other and laughing about something. Sam and McKay followed soon after, already arguing, both of them with smug, satisfied grins on their faces. Oh yeah, they’d definitely been fucking all night long.
The four of them grabbed their food and then headed for Spike and Xander’s table. Xander watched with amusement while Spike took the opportunity to filch the pudding cup off of Dean’s tray, an action that was met by a friendly head smack. They arranged themselves around the table- Dean and John sitting next to Spike, with Sam and McKay next to Xander.
Now this, this was good gossip-fodder. Not that Xander would ever fuck with his team like that, but it was still fun to think about. It was such a complicated tangle, though, all laid out right before his eyes.
It was there in the way Sam ate off McKay’s tray but looked at Dean when he thought his brother wasn’t looking, in the way Dean leaned into Sheppard’s space but looked right back and thought he was getting away with it, in the way Sheppard made no move to stop Dean’s encroachment into his space, but watched McKay eat with almost religious devotion. At first glance McKay seemed perfectly oblivious, but then he looked dead at Xander and quirked the corner of his mouth in an almost-smile, and Xander knew that McKay was the only one out of the lot of them that knew what exactly what was going on. He resolved to talk to McKay as soon as possible.
Spike aimed his best puppy eyes at Sam. “Come on, mate. You know you want to give me your pudding cup.”
“Not a chance in hell,” Sam said pleasantly, eating another neat bit of his roast… something. “You’ve had your own and Dean’s.”
“Yeah, Spike,” Dean said, nudging the vampire sharply with his elbow. “What’s up with that?”
“You weren’t gonna eat it, you tosser,” Spike said, jabbing back. Xander winced in sympathy. He had plenty of reason to know just how sharp Spike’s elbows were.
“I so was,” Dean said. He spotted Spike casting an acquisitive eye over the rest of his tray and splayed his hand protectively over it. “No. Stay the hell away from my lunch.” Spike hit him with the puppy eyes. “No, no, and no again. You don’t even need to eat!”
“Yeah, but I like to,” Spike said. “C’mon, be a mate and help me out.”
“No,” Dean said. He gripped his fork, ready to stab Spike’s hand if it started wandering over. “Steal from someone else.”
Xander laughed before Spike could even glance his way. “I don’t think so, Blondie,” he said. “I’m wise to your tricks. Don’t even think about trying it.”
“Wasn’t gonna,” Spike said, in a blatant lie. He turned his attention over to the end of the table. “Don’t suppose either of you two want to…”
“Not hardly,” McKay snapped, his mouth full. “Bother someone else.”
Sheppard was the last one to get The Eyes, and he looked amused but tossed Spike his pudding cup. “Hey!” McKay said, as Spike caught it and gave a gleeful, “Thanks, mate!” before digging in. Sheppard rolled his eyes at McKay.
“Don’t sulk because someone else actually likes MRE’s,” he said. McKay scowled at him.
“Doesn’t give you a reason to give your pudding cups to someone else,” he muttered into his dinner, and Xander watched in amusement as Sheppard’s face softened helplessly in the face of McKay’s sulk. McKay didn’t seem to notice, thankfully for Sheppard, and Dean and Sam were snickering to each other about something, but then Spike caught Xander’s eye and it was all he could do to keep from laughing out loud.
Pretty soon, Spike finished his third pudding, and stood up, gathering his tray. Xander followed suit, waving casually at the rest of the table with his free hand. “See you lot later!” Spike called over his shoulder, and the other four gave distracted waves, intent on a conversation about… something. It seemed to involve goats and quantum physics, and it was either an extremely complicated new prank that Dean needed McKay for, or there were two conversations going on.
The really scary part? Both possibilities were equally likely.
Spike dumped his tray faster and Xander had to hurry to catch up to him in the hall. They fell into step, easy and familiar, and headed down towards the lounge near the labs that they, along with the other two members of their team, had claimed for their own.
Once they got there he gave in to a familiar and constant urge to haul Spike in for a long kiss. Spike went willingly and kissed back enthusiastically, wiggling just a little bit in Xander’s grip, just like he always did. He’d never get tired of this, not in this lifetime or after. Someday he’d get old and die, or more likely get shot/stabbed/bitten/taken by the Wraith, and Spike would drain him and give him a bloody kiss, and then he’d be ready for eternity. He’d never be tired of Spike then, either. They were stuck with each other, and that was just the way Xander liked it.
Xander pulled away first, with a friendly nip on Spike’s lower lip that made him purr. “Mm, pudding,” he said, and felt the huff of Spike’s laughter against his mouth.
They collapsed back onto the long couch, Xander’s arm around Spike, their legs tangled together. Spike rested his head on Xander’s shoulder and Xander rested his head on Spike’s, a position they’d fallen into time and again, over the past five years. Xander smiled into the stiff blonde hair under his cheek.
“Did you see those four?” he said after a minute.
Spike snorted eloquently. “Sodding morons, the lot of them,” he said. “I’ve never seen ‘em that clueless since the last time you claimed you hated me.”
“That was last week, Spike.”
“And meant it,” Spike amended.
“They’re not all clueless, anyway,” Xander said. “Bet you any money that McKay knows what’s what, and is just biding his time.”
“No bet. With your nose for gossip it’s like wagerin’ against the house.”
“Got that right.” Xander thought for a minute. “Hundred says they straighten out,” he paused to snicker, “-so to speak, in less than three months.”
“I’ll take that bet,” Spike said. “No way they get a clue in less than six.”
“Deal,” Xander said. They shook on it, and Spike took the opportunity to pull Xander down into another kiss. Xander went willingly, and both of them forgot about the bet.
Continued here.
Title: Elsewhere
Author: Sorrel
Fandom(s): SGA, Buffy, and Supernatural
Rating: R
Spoilers: None yet
Pairing(s): Spike/Xander, Sam/McKay. Implied Dean/Sheppard, Sheppard/McKay, and Dean/Sam.
Summary: Four demon hunters are sent to Atlantis as a backup combat team. Romantic tangles, asskicking, and leather pants ensue.
Part II:
“I love these little pudding things,” Spike said, around the spoon in his mouth. Xander rolled his eyes.
“Yes, yes, I know. They’re the epitomy of fine dessert, and they should totally make them with blood. You say this at least one a week, Spike. Give it a rest already.”
“Well, they should,” Spike muttered, sulking into his pudding cup. Xander left him to it and scanned the mess hall, searching for new entertainment and newer gossip.
Teyla and Ronon were eating together, sharing a tray. No news there. Zelenka was courting Weir in his own geekish way a couple tables over by describing some new Ancient device or something, his hands flying and his hair falling down into his eyes, and Weir was listening with perhaps just a tad more interest that the device really deserved, which indicated that Zelenka’s plan was working. Not exactly a surprise, since the entire city knew about those two. When they actually got together, he’d have something, but until then there wasn’t anything new to feed the rumor mill.
Sam and McKay had both disappeared after the mission and hadn’t been seen since. Also not news. Xander figured that it had been inevitable from the moment McKay had discovered that not only did Sam’s body accept the gene therapy, but that his occasional psychic talent translated over into greater control of Atlantis equipment. He’d practically had a geekgasm right there in his lab, and Sam, well, either he liked the geek thing, or he just got turned on by sarcasm. He was sure he’d seen weirder pairings, though he couldn’t think of any right off the top of his head.
Ronon and Teyla left to go beat the crap out of each other and call it foreplay. Weir and Zelenka went their separate ways, with shy goodbyes on either side. Kavanaugh stormed out in a huff, leaving his tray for his unlucky dinner companions to take back, but he did that almost every day. Boring, boring, boring.
Xander was starting to despair of anything interesting happening when Dean and John came in from their session at the firing range, grinning and each other and laughing about something. Sam and McKay followed soon after, already arguing, both of them with smug, satisfied grins on their faces. Oh yeah, they’d definitely been fucking all night long.
The four of them grabbed their food and then headed for Spike and Xander’s table. Xander watched with amusement while Spike took the opportunity to filch the pudding cup off of Dean’s tray, an action that was met by a friendly head smack. They arranged themselves around the table- Dean and John sitting next to Spike, with Sam and McKay next to Xander.
Now this, this was good gossip-fodder. Not that Xander would ever fuck with his team like that, but it was still fun to think about. It was such a complicated tangle, though, all laid out right before his eyes.
It was there in the way Sam ate off McKay’s tray but looked at Dean when he thought his brother wasn’t looking, in the way Dean leaned into Sheppard’s space but looked right back and thought he was getting away with it, in the way Sheppard made no move to stop Dean’s encroachment into his space, but watched McKay eat with almost religious devotion. At first glance McKay seemed perfectly oblivious, but then he looked dead at Xander and quirked the corner of his mouth in an almost-smile, and Xander knew that McKay was the only one out of the lot of them that knew what exactly what was going on. He resolved to talk to McKay as soon as possible.
Spike aimed his best puppy eyes at Sam. “Come on, mate. You know you want to give me your pudding cup.”
“Not a chance in hell,” Sam said pleasantly, eating another neat bit of his roast… something. “You’ve had your own and Dean’s.”
“Yeah, Spike,” Dean said, nudging the vampire sharply with his elbow. “What’s up with that?”
“You weren’t gonna eat it, you tosser,” Spike said, jabbing back. Xander winced in sympathy. He had plenty of reason to know just how sharp Spike’s elbows were.
“I so was,” Dean said. He spotted Spike casting an acquisitive eye over the rest of his tray and splayed his hand protectively over it. “No. Stay the hell away from my lunch.” Spike hit him with the puppy eyes. “No, no, and no again. You don’t even need to eat!”
“Yeah, but I like to,” Spike said. “C’mon, be a mate and help me out.”
“No,” Dean said. He gripped his fork, ready to stab Spike’s hand if it started wandering over. “Steal from someone else.”
Xander laughed before Spike could even glance his way. “I don’t think so, Blondie,” he said. “I’m wise to your tricks. Don’t even think about trying it.”
“Wasn’t gonna,” Spike said, in a blatant lie. He turned his attention over to the end of the table. “Don’t suppose either of you two want to…”
“Not hardly,” McKay snapped, his mouth full. “Bother someone else.”
Sheppard was the last one to get The Eyes, and he looked amused but tossed Spike his pudding cup. “Hey!” McKay said, as Spike caught it and gave a gleeful, “Thanks, mate!” before digging in. Sheppard rolled his eyes at McKay.
“Don’t sulk because someone else actually likes MRE’s,” he said. McKay scowled at him.
“Doesn’t give you a reason to give your pudding cups to someone else,” he muttered into his dinner, and Xander watched in amusement as Sheppard’s face softened helplessly in the face of McKay’s sulk. McKay didn’t seem to notice, thankfully for Sheppard, and Dean and Sam were snickering to each other about something, but then Spike caught Xander’s eye and it was all he could do to keep from laughing out loud.
Pretty soon, Spike finished his third pudding, and stood up, gathering his tray. Xander followed suit, waving casually at the rest of the table with his free hand. “See you lot later!” Spike called over his shoulder, and the other four gave distracted waves, intent on a conversation about… something. It seemed to involve goats and quantum physics, and it was either an extremely complicated new prank that Dean needed McKay for, or there were two conversations going on.
The really scary part? Both possibilities were equally likely.
Spike dumped his tray faster and Xander had to hurry to catch up to him in the hall. They fell into step, easy and familiar, and headed down towards the lounge near the labs that they, along with the other two members of their team, had claimed for their own.
Once they got there he gave in to a familiar and constant urge to haul Spike in for a long kiss. Spike went willingly and kissed back enthusiastically, wiggling just a little bit in Xander’s grip, just like he always did. He’d never get tired of this, not in this lifetime or after. Someday he’d get old and die, or more likely get shot/stabbed/bitten/taken by the Wraith, and Spike would drain him and give him a bloody kiss, and then he’d be ready for eternity. He’d never be tired of Spike then, either. They were stuck with each other, and that was just the way Xander liked it.
Xander pulled away first, with a friendly nip on Spike’s lower lip that made him purr. “Mm, pudding,” he said, and felt the huff of Spike’s laughter against his mouth.
They collapsed back onto the long couch, Xander’s arm around Spike, their legs tangled together. Spike rested his head on Xander’s shoulder and Xander rested his head on Spike’s, a position they’d fallen into time and again, over the past five years. Xander smiled into the stiff blonde hair under his cheek.
“Did you see those four?” he said after a minute.
Spike snorted eloquently. “Sodding morons, the lot of them,” he said. “I’ve never seen ‘em that clueless since the last time you claimed you hated me.”
“That was last week, Spike.”
“And meant it,” Spike amended.
“They’re not all clueless, anyway,” Xander said. “Bet you any money that McKay knows what’s what, and is just biding his time.”
“No bet. With your nose for gossip it’s like wagerin’ against the house.”
“Got that right.” Xander thought for a minute. “Hundred says they straighten out,” he paused to snicker, “-so to speak, in less than three months.”
“I’ll take that bet,” Spike said. “No way they get a clue in less than six.”
“Deal,” Xander said. They shook on it, and Spike took the opportunity to pull Xander down into another kiss. Xander went willingly, and both of them forgot about the bet.
Continued here.