If You Wrong Us, Shall We Not Revenge? by Jem (PG-13)
Rec Category: Jeannie Miller
Pairing: brief mention of canon Jeannie/Kaleb
Category: Bill Lee, drama, action/adventure, SG1 crossover
Warning: none
Author on LJ: n/a
Author's Website: n/a
Link: If You Wrong Us, Shall We Not Revenge?
Note: This story was written for a ficathon that I modded. It was anonymous and stories were posted by the mods - hence my name appearing on the above post.
Why This Must Be Read: It's not often that Jeannie -- and Bill Lee! -- play the leading roles in an action story (though Rodney and Teyla also show up later). This is a smart and tightly plotted story that revisits Ava (the humanform Replicator) and her storyline in "Outcast" -- and uses it as the springboard for a tense and riveting tale that asks the question of what it really means to be human, in which Jeannie gets to be a smart scientist and a (reluctant) action hero.
A small excerpt
She opened the door to find an overweight, scruffy man on her doorstep, smiling nervously behind square glasses.
“Dr. Lee?”
“Bill, please,” he offered. He had a little bit of an overeager way of speaking, as if he were constantly seeking approbation and was worried he wouldn't get it. “You're Rodney's sister, huh?”
“Guilty,” answered Jeannie cheerfully. “Come on in.” She stepped back and ushered him into their bright, cluttered home. She could see him looking around at the Madison's displayed masterpieces of fingerpaint, at the train set sprawled across the living room floor, at the Barbies towering like blonde Godzillas over the Lego town in the corner. “I have a five-year-old,” she explained.
“Oh, yeah, I understand.” He smiled at her apologetically. “I've got three, myself. My youngest is eight.”
“Wow, three. I have trouble handling one,” Jeannie joked politely, thinking of the other reality she'd glimpsed, the one in which she'd had boys named Bradley and Robbie. She still couldn't help but wonder about that. “Would you like some coffee or anything? Juice?”
“Oh-coffee would be great, thanks. It was a long flight.”
They made small talk about kids while she fetched the coffee and they ensconced themselves at the kitchen table; Jeannie got a mug of soy milk for herself. “So, you said you work with Meredith?”
He looked confused. “Who?”
She dearly loved doing this to poor Mer; it was delicious. “My brother. Meredith.”
Pairing: brief mention of canon Jeannie/Kaleb
Category: Bill Lee, drama, action/adventure, SG1 crossover
Warning: none
Author on LJ: n/a
Author's Website: n/a
Link: If You Wrong Us, Shall We Not Revenge?
Note: This story was written for a ficathon that I modded. It was anonymous and stories were posted by the mods - hence my name appearing on the above post.
Why This Must Be Read: It's not often that Jeannie -- and Bill Lee! -- play the leading roles in an action story (though Rodney and Teyla also show up later). This is a smart and tightly plotted story that revisits Ava (the humanform Replicator) and her storyline in "Outcast" -- and uses it as the springboard for a tense and riveting tale that asks the question of what it really means to be human, in which Jeannie gets to be a smart scientist and a (reluctant) action hero.
A small excerpt
She opened the door to find an overweight, scruffy man on her doorstep, smiling nervously behind square glasses.
“Dr. Lee?”
“Bill, please,” he offered. He had a little bit of an overeager way of speaking, as if he were constantly seeking approbation and was worried he wouldn't get it. “You're Rodney's sister, huh?”
“Guilty,” answered Jeannie cheerfully. “Come on in.” She stepped back and ushered him into their bright, cluttered home. She could see him looking around at the Madison's displayed masterpieces of fingerpaint, at the train set sprawled across the living room floor, at the Barbies towering like blonde Godzillas over the Lego town in the corner. “I have a five-year-old,” she explained.
“Oh, yeah, I understand.” He smiled at her apologetically. “I've got three, myself. My youngest is eight.”
“Wow, three. I have trouble handling one,” Jeannie joked politely, thinking of the other reality she'd glimpsed, the one in which she'd had boys named Bradley and Robbie. She still couldn't help but wonder about that. “Would you like some coffee or anything? Juice?”
“Oh-coffee would be great, thanks. It was a long flight.”
They made small talk about kids while she fetched the coffee and they ensconced themselves at the kitchen table; Jeannie got a mug of soy milk for herself. “So, you said you work with Meredith?”
He looked confused. “Who?”
She dearly loved doing this to poor Mer; it was delicious. “My brother. Meredith.”