We're Definitely NOT in Kansas, Dean. Part 3 of ?
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Title: We're Definitely NOT in Kansas, Dean. Part 3 of ?
Pairing: None. At least, not as far as I can see coming up. Characters in play right now are Sam and Dean Winchester, everyone else should be a surprise, though I do warn it's a multiverse crossover.
Rating: Umm... Let's say 14+ for language.
Disclaimer: This part is entirely unbetaed. All errors are my own; I own nothing though I do wish I did. Heartily.
Warning: Spoilers through Devil's Trap, eventually. Spoilers up to Dead Man's Blood in this part.
Xposted to cabana_club and winchesterrules as well as my own personal journal, amy_star_.
Dean was deep in conversation with a tall bearded man when Sam finally met up with him. "So then this chick... Hey Sammy."
"Dean..." Sam raised an eyebrow while shaking his head. "This place..."
"Sammy, this is Will. Will, my younger brother Sam."
"Pleased to meet you, Sam. Your brother has been filling me in on your road trip. It must be exciting to see the country like that."
"Yeah, it is. Dean, can I..."
Dean cut him off. "We're old pros at the road trip thing, Will. Did it every summer as kids, but it's still nice to get out in the open air with nothing but road ahead of you, doing whatever you want."
"Kind of like the Old West," Will mused. "I know a bit about frontier life myself."
"You don't look like the type to be roping cattle to me," Dean scoffed.
"Not a cattle rancher. But exploring open space, going places and seeing things few other people have, I do know about that."
Sam finally sat on a stool. "Really. Seeing things no one else has." He frowned slightly. "You do a lot of travelling then?"
"All kinds of it. It's how I make my living. Captain of my own ship."
"Metaphorically or literally?" Sam asked, an idea forming. He smirked, knowing Dean had no idea this guy could well be some kind of alien like Teal'c. Or heck, Han Solo, the way he was bonding with Dean.
"More literal than metaphor these days. More responsibility cuts down on your ability to do your own thing. I envy you, being able to be so free right now. It's a golden age in many ways, and you're out there taking advantage of it."
"So, you sail then? Where do you travel to? Asia, Australia...?" Sam prodded.
"Well, actually, not here on Earth. Where I come from, we do most of our business off-planet. Right now I'm planning a mission to the Beta Quadrant."
"Off-planet?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "I gotta tell you, Will, sounds to me like you've had a few too many, buddy."
"No Dean, sounds about right to me. That's what I was trying to tell you earlier." Sam couldn't hide the satisfaction in his voice as Dean looked on incredulously.
"What are you talking about, Sam? You seriously buy that this guy is an alien? You've been watching too much X-Files, man."
"I don't think so. I just had a chat with Teal'c, there." Sam nodded at Teal'c, who was ordering a drink at the bar.
Dean took a long look in Teal'c's direction. "So?"
"Teal'c. Nice guy, but doesn't say much. Almost as into the warrior culture as Worf is," Will Riker said.
"Teal'c is from another planet, Dean."
Dean snorted. "Right."
"Oh, he is. A place called Chulak, if I remember correctly. Though Chulak doesn't exist in my time."
"Your time? So now not only are you some kind of alien, but you're from the future?" Dean's voice grew louder.
"Oh, I'm not an alien. I'm from Alaska, actually. But from the future, yes. 24th century."
"Dude, if you think I'm gonna believe that..."
"I believe him," Sam said, turning to Riker. "We're new here, and still trying to figure out what's going on. What do you know about this place?"
Riker shrugged. "Not much. My people are trying to figure it out, but since I can't seem to bring a tricorder with me it's difficult to take accurate readings. I'm enjoying myself, though. It's not too much of a hardship to drink actual liquor and experience twenty-first century life. It's very interesting."
"Waitaminute," Dean held up a hand, "Actual liquor? What do you mean, actual liquor? You don't have real booze where you come from? Dude, that's... just..."
Sam smothered a laugh and asked, "So have your people figured anything out? Are we even still on Earth?"
"All they know is I go missing from my quarters periodically. It's not the first time, though I daresay this is much more pleasant than the last time this happened. They lose the ability to track me within seconds, and there's no trace at all on me when I come back. The doctor isn't as worried because I seem to be in better health - and much better spirits - when I return. Of course, having the captain go missing every once in a while is always a concern, especially from a security standpoint. If we could figure out in advance when I would be disappearing, we could set it up so that they could conduct tests, but so far we haven't had that opportunity."
"Good to know that in the future we're just as clueless," Dean said, glowering into his beer.
Sam smacked Dean's shoulder. "So you don't have anything concrete to go on then? Any chance it's just something like astral projection?"
"That's one of the tests we were going to attempt to run this time around, but it's been over a month by our calendar since the last time I came here, so I don't think the tests were set up in time. Considering that I actually seem to go missing, I doubt it's that simple. However, it could be some kind of displacement in the temporal stream... except we're nowhere near Earth's orbit, so it's not a simple time-displacement. It could be a form of wormhole, but it would then seem to originate from me, not a fixed point in space, which is highly irregular."
"Basically, we're all at square one," Sam said.
"Tell me this, Will - delusional or not, have you ever seen anything bad here?" Dean asked. "Like, any fights, or other weird shit? Because I don't buy this 'safe zone' crap. Until you can prove it to me, I can't take the risk of letting my guard down, you understand?"
"Oh, I've been here several dozen times over almost a year. I've never seen anything worse than a few drunken punches over a girl, never any weapons of any kind. I'm content to take Lorne at his word that this is a completely safe place. You should relax, enjoy it. Meet a girl or two - and let me tell you, in the 24th century the girls aren't like this at all. Here, let me get you another drink." Will clapped a hand on Dean's shoulder, then moved off towards Lorne.
Concrit and feedback are welcomed! Especially as this part is unbetaed and uses a character I've never written before.
Any ideas for guest characters are also welcome. I have a few ideas, but the more the merrier, right? *g*
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Title: We're Definitely NOT in Kansas, Dean. Part 3 of ?
Pairing: None. At least, not as far as I can see coming up. Characters in play right now are Sam and Dean Winchester, everyone else should be a surprise, though I do warn it's a multiverse crossover.
Rating: Umm... Let's say 14+ for language.
Disclaimer: This part is entirely unbetaed. All errors are my own; I own nothing though I do wish I did. Heartily.
Warning: Spoilers through Devil's Trap, eventually. Spoilers up to Dead Man's Blood in this part.
Xposted to cabana_club and winchesterrules as well as my own personal journal, amy_star_.
Dean was deep in conversation with a tall bearded man when Sam finally met up with him. "So then this chick... Hey Sammy."
"Dean..." Sam raised an eyebrow while shaking his head. "This place..."
"Sammy, this is Will. Will, my younger brother Sam."
"Pleased to meet you, Sam. Your brother has been filling me in on your road trip. It must be exciting to see the country like that."
"Yeah, it is. Dean, can I..."
Dean cut him off. "We're old pros at the road trip thing, Will. Did it every summer as kids, but it's still nice to get out in the open air with nothing but road ahead of you, doing whatever you want."
"Kind of like the Old West," Will mused. "I know a bit about frontier life myself."
"You don't look like the type to be roping cattle to me," Dean scoffed.
"Not a cattle rancher. But exploring open space, going places and seeing things few other people have, I do know about that."
Sam finally sat on a stool. "Really. Seeing things no one else has." He frowned slightly. "You do a lot of travelling then?"
"All kinds of it. It's how I make my living. Captain of my own ship."
"Metaphorically or literally?" Sam asked, an idea forming. He smirked, knowing Dean had no idea this guy could well be some kind of alien like Teal'c. Or heck, Han Solo, the way he was bonding with Dean.
"More literal than metaphor these days. More responsibility cuts down on your ability to do your own thing. I envy you, being able to be so free right now. It's a golden age in many ways, and you're out there taking advantage of it."
"So, you sail then? Where do you travel to? Asia, Australia...?" Sam prodded.
"Well, actually, not here on Earth. Where I come from, we do most of our business off-planet. Right now I'm planning a mission to the Beta Quadrant."
"Off-planet?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "I gotta tell you, Will, sounds to me like you've had a few too many, buddy."
"No Dean, sounds about right to me. That's what I was trying to tell you earlier." Sam couldn't hide the satisfaction in his voice as Dean looked on incredulously.
"What are you talking about, Sam? You seriously buy that this guy is an alien? You've been watching too much X-Files, man."
"I don't think so. I just had a chat with Teal'c, there." Sam nodded at Teal'c, who was ordering a drink at the bar.
Dean took a long look in Teal'c's direction. "So?"
"Teal'c. Nice guy, but doesn't say much. Almost as into the warrior culture as Worf is," Will Riker said.
"Teal'c is from another planet, Dean."
Dean snorted. "Right."
"Oh, he is. A place called Chulak, if I remember correctly. Though Chulak doesn't exist in my time."
"Your time? So now not only are you some kind of alien, but you're from the future?" Dean's voice grew louder.
"Oh, I'm not an alien. I'm from Alaska, actually. But from the future, yes. 24th century."
"Dude, if you think I'm gonna believe that..."
"I believe him," Sam said, turning to Riker. "We're new here, and still trying to figure out what's going on. What do you know about this place?"
Riker shrugged. "Not much. My people are trying to figure it out, but since I can't seem to bring a tricorder with me it's difficult to take accurate readings. I'm enjoying myself, though. It's not too much of a hardship to drink actual liquor and experience twenty-first century life. It's very interesting."
"Waitaminute," Dean held up a hand, "Actual liquor? What do you mean, actual liquor? You don't have real booze where you come from? Dude, that's... just..."
Sam smothered a laugh and asked, "So have your people figured anything out? Are we even still on Earth?"
"All they know is I go missing from my quarters periodically. It's not the first time, though I daresay this is much more pleasant than the last time this happened. They lose the ability to track me within seconds, and there's no trace at all on me when I come back. The doctor isn't as worried because I seem to be in better health - and much better spirits - when I return. Of course, having the captain go missing every once in a while is always a concern, especially from a security standpoint. If we could figure out in advance when I would be disappearing, we could set it up so that they could conduct tests, but so far we haven't had that opportunity."
"Good to know that in the future we're just as clueless," Dean said, glowering into his beer.
Sam smacked Dean's shoulder. "So you don't have anything concrete to go on then? Any chance it's just something like astral projection?"
"That's one of the tests we were going to attempt to run this time around, but it's been over a month by our calendar since the last time I came here, so I don't think the tests were set up in time. Considering that I actually seem to go missing, I doubt it's that simple. However, it could be some kind of displacement in the temporal stream... except we're nowhere near Earth's orbit, so it's not a simple time-displacement. It could be a form of wormhole, but it would then seem to originate from me, not a fixed point in space, which is highly irregular."
"Basically, we're all at square one," Sam said.
"Tell me this, Will - delusional or not, have you ever seen anything bad here?" Dean asked. "Like, any fights, or other weird shit? Because I don't buy this 'safe zone' crap. Until you can prove it to me, I can't take the risk of letting my guard down, you understand?"
"Oh, I've been here several dozen times over almost a year. I've never seen anything worse than a few drunken punches over a girl, never any weapons of any kind. I'm content to take Lorne at his word that this is a completely safe place. You should relax, enjoy it. Meet a girl or two - and let me tell you, in the 24th century the girls aren't like this at all. Here, let me get you another drink." Will clapped a hand on Dean's shoulder, then moved off towards Lorne.
Concrit and feedback are welcomed! Especially as this part is unbetaed and uses a character I've never written before.
Any ideas for guest characters are also welcome. I have a few ideas, but the more the merrier, right? *g*