Aug 29 - Three Strands (Part 3) (FR-13)
Aug 29 - Three Strands (Part 3) (FR-13)
Author: mmooch
Chapter Summary: **Part of the 2017 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. Auctions are great places to maim-er, meet people.
Crossover: Stargate SG1
Rating: FR-13
Word count: 812
Challenge: for the livejournal 2017 August Fic-a-Day Challenge. Also for #2239 ‘A Cord of Three Strands is Not Quickly Broken’
Timeline: Season 6 BtVS; 3 AtS; 5 SG1
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. Stargate SG-characters belong to Brad Wright, Jonathan Glassner, et al. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Auction house
“Here’s lot 66, a stunning Persian vase from the 18th century. Let’s start the bidding at $2,000. I got 2, who’ll make it 3? Three? Who’ll give me 2 and a half? Two and a half, do I hear 2 and ¾?...”
Wes tuned out the auctioneer mostly while he scanned the audience for the interested buyers. They needed to make sure this didn’t end up in the wrong hands. Hopefully, the bids wouldn’t go higher than they could afford. Well, isn’t that interesting? One of the bidders was a familiar face of sorts; a guy they saw at the diner the previous evening. Was it a coincidence or could he be from Wolfram & Hart?
On the other side of the room, Daniel was looking at his competition, and his heart leapt to his throat when he recognized an NID agent watching the bidding carefully. If the vase was what he thought it was, he couldn’t let the NID get it. But he had limited funds, so he might have to call Jack for some kind of backup.
“Sold for $4,500 to bidder 119!” the auctioneer announced, startling both men. Both were so fixated on who was bidding that they didn’t hear the final calls. Both of them scanned the room, looking for the paddle with that number.
There was a woman with raven-black hair walking to the cashier. She was about 5’6”, wearing a slinky red dress. They each rushed over in hopes of intercepting her, but didn’t see each other - or the NID man - until she had already walked out with the vase in a crate.
They caught up just as the NID man was making his move to steal the item from her outside the auction house. He bent down to grab it, hoping for a quick getaway, but didn’t realize that this particular vase weighed almost as much as he did.
His actions alerted the woman to his presence and before he could threaten her, she swung the hand truck the vase was on into his leg, breaking the femur bone. His pain was excruciating and all thoughts of the vase vanished from his mind.
Wes saw the woman’s face when she turned to say innocently, “Whoops! Did I do that?” He stifled the laugh, recognizing Buffy now.
Then he saw the man from the diner was approaching her as well. As soon as the man saw Buffy do her thing, he stopped in his tracks, appearing to be quite surprised.
“Who are you?” both men demanded, but of different people.
Daniel tried to watch the woman and the man who…they were the same people from the diner! “Spiderman,” he murmured.
The woman gave him a once-over and declared, “I doubt it…unless there’s a grown-up version of him. Who are you really?” she repeated her partner’s question.
“You really don’t recognize me?” Daniel asked, wondering if this was still a set-up of some kind. He seriously should have called Jack before following her, and he was regretting it now.
“Are you a celebrity of some kind?” she asked, then turned to the man with her and complained, “Have I gotten so out of touch with real life that I don’t know current pop culture?”
“I don’t recognize him either, Buffy,” Wes assured her.
“Oh, like you’re one to know,” she scoffed dismissively.
“Dr. Daniel Jackson,” Daniel said cautiously.
“A doctor?” the woman - Buffy - perked up hearing that. “Great! I think this guy got an owie,” she said, gesturing to the groaning man on the ground.
“Not that kind of doctor,” Daniel corrected her. “We should call the authorities,” he suggested.
“I don’t see any harm in that,” the man said after Buffy looked at him. “You wouldn’t happen to be related to Drs. Melburn and Claire Jackson, would you?”
“Yes, they were my parents,” Daniel said, feeling shocked at the question.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Dr. Jackson,” the man said sincerely. “They worked for my former employers a long time ago and were very good at their jobs. My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, but you can call me Wes.”
“Your former employers like my former employers?” Buffy asked.
Wes nodded, “They were one of the only married couples and they were field researchers. They never operated in the same areas of study that I did, but I found their work fascinating. I’m guessing that you followed in their footsteps?” he asked Daniel.
“I’m an archeologist and linguist,” Daniel confirmed.
“Not that I want to break up this meet cute or anything, but we should probably call the cops soon,” Buffy suggested. “Then we can go out for coffee and you two can chat some more.”
Wes blushed slightly at Buffy’s words, but Daniel just looked confused at the term ‘meet cute’. “I can go for a coffee,” he said, making Buffy grin even more.
A/N: I know somebody must have suggested an auction, but I can’t remember who. Thanks whoever you are! I don’t know how auctions work or if you’re allowed to walk out with your stuff as soon as you pay for it; let’s pretend you can, okay?
!2017 august event, author: mmooch, fandom: stargate sg1
Author: mmooch
Chapter Summary: **Part of the 2017 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. Auctions are great places to maim-er, meet people.
Crossover: Stargate SG1
Rating: FR-13
Word count: 812
Challenge: for the livejournal 2017 August Fic-a-Day Challenge. Also for #2239 ‘A Cord of Three Strands is Not Quickly Broken’
Timeline: Season 6 BtVS; 3 AtS; 5 SG1
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. Stargate SG-characters belong to Brad Wright, Jonathan Glassner, et al. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Auction house
“Here’s lot 66, a stunning Persian vase from the 18th century. Let’s start the bidding at $2,000. I got 2, who’ll make it 3? Three? Who’ll give me 2 and a half? Two and a half, do I hear 2 and ¾?...”
Wes tuned out the auctioneer mostly while he scanned the audience for the interested buyers. They needed to make sure this didn’t end up in the wrong hands. Hopefully, the bids wouldn’t go higher than they could afford. Well, isn’t that interesting? One of the bidders was a familiar face of sorts; a guy they saw at the diner the previous evening. Was it a coincidence or could he be from Wolfram & Hart?
On the other side of the room, Daniel was looking at his competition, and his heart leapt to his throat when he recognized an NID agent watching the bidding carefully. If the vase was what he thought it was, he couldn’t let the NID get it. But he had limited funds, so he might have to call Jack for some kind of backup.
“Sold for $4,500 to bidder 119!” the auctioneer announced, startling both men. Both were so fixated on who was bidding that they didn’t hear the final calls. Both of them scanned the room, looking for the paddle with that number.
There was a woman with raven-black hair walking to the cashier. She was about 5’6”, wearing a slinky red dress. They each rushed over in hopes of intercepting her, but didn’t see each other - or the NID man - until she had already walked out with the vase in a crate.
They caught up just as the NID man was making his move to steal the item from her outside the auction house. He bent down to grab it, hoping for a quick getaway, but didn’t realize that this particular vase weighed almost as much as he did.
His actions alerted the woman to his presence and before he could threaten her, she swung the hand truck the vase was on into his leg, breaking the femur bone. His pain was excruciating and all thoughts of the vase vanished from his mind.
Wes saw the woman’s face when she turned to say innocently, “Whoops! Did I do that?” He stifled the laugh, recognizing Buffy now.
Then he saw the man from the diner was approaching her as well. As soon as the man saw Buffy do her thing, he stopped in his tracks, appearing to be quite surprised.
“Who are you?” both men demanded, but of different people.
Daniel tried to watch the woman and the man who…they were the same people from the diner! “Spiderman,” he murmured.
The woman gave him a once-over and declared, “I doubt it…unless there’s a grown-up version of him. Who are you really?” she repeated her partner’s question.
“You really don’t recognize me?” Daniel asked, wondering if this was still a set-up of some kind. He seriously should have called Jack before following her, and he was regretting it now.
“Are you a celebrity of some kind?” she asked, then turned to the man with her and complained, “Have I gotten so out of touch with real life that I don’t know current pop culture?”
“I don’t recognize him either, Buffy,” Wes assured her.
“Oh, like you’re one to know,” she scoffed dismissively.
“Dr. Daniel Jackson,” Daniel said cautiously.
“A doctor?” the woman - Buffy - perked up hearing that. “Great! I think this guy got an owie,” she said, gesturing to the groaning man on the ground.
“Not that kind of doctor,” Daniel corrected her. “We should call the authorities,” he suggested.
“I don’t see any harm in that,” the man said after Buffy looked at him. “You wouldn’t happen to be related to Drs. Melburn and Claire Jackson, would you?”
“Yes, they were my parents,” Daniel said, feeling shocked at the question.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Dr. Jackson,” the man said sincerely. “They worked for my former employers a long time ago and were very good at their jobs. My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, but you can call me Wes.”
“Your former employers like my former employers?” Buffy asked.
Wes nodded, “They were one of the only married couples and they were field researchers. They never operated in the same areas of study that I did, but I found their work fascinating. I’m guessing that you followed in their footsteps?” he asked Daniel.
“I’m an archeologist and linguist,” Daniel confirmed.
“Not that I want to break up this meet cute or anything, but we should probably call the cops soon,” Buffy suggested. “Then we can go out for coffee and you two can chat some more.”
Wes blushed slightly at Buffy’s words, but Daniel just looked confused at the term ‘meet cute’. “I can go for a coffee,” he said, making Buffy grin even more.
A/N: I know somebody must have suggested an auction, but I can’t remember who. Thanks whoever you are! I don’t know how auctions work or if you’re allowed to walk out with your stuff as soon as you pay for it; let’s pretend you can, okay?
!2017 august event, author: mmooch, fandom: stargate sg1