Stargate -- An Apple a Day -- Day 1
loosely based on wtf27, prompt 025: Media Crossover
little damn table
also written for au100, prompt 001: Beginnings
half-sized damn table
This is a crossover fic, Stargate SG-1/Others. Full list (to date) can be found here.
"Mandy, I don’t think we’re in Endsville anymore."
An Apple a Day: Day 1 | Prompt 025: Media Crossover | G | 948 words | 1 of 20
“Oh, this is bo-oring,” Eris said, watching as Billy ran into a wall for the fifth consecutive time.
“Story of m’life, mon,” Grim said, leaning on his scythe. “Tink we should stop heem?”
“Nah,” Mandy said, wincing as Billy collided with the wall a sixth time and laughed. “His record before passing out is 12.”
“Bo-oring,” Eris said again, pulling an apple out of the air. “Oh, Billy?”
“Magic banana!” Billy yelled, running over to Eris.
“Have fun, kiddies,” she said, throwing the apple in the air and disappearing in a puff of gold glitter. The apple hit the ground with a squawking noise and a glowing blue pool appeared. Billy, Mandy, and Grim found themselves being pulled towards it. Mandy’s last thought before being sucked in was of introducing Pandora and her lunchbox to Eris and watching the sparks fly.
Mandy hit the metal grate on the other side of the portal and rolled down the slope, landing next to a cowering Billy and a pile of bones and black fabric that must have been Grim. She stood and looked around the concrete room. Sirens were going, lights flashing, and there were lots of yelling people and pointing guns. Figured.
“Mandy, I don’t think we’re in Endsville anymore,” Billy said fearfully, hiding behind the Grim-pile.
“No kidding, doofus,” Mandy said, staring down a big guy four times her size who was aiming a very large gun at her. “Where are we?” she asked him.
***
“Unscheduled offworld activation,” Harriman said as General Hammond and SG-1 hurried down the stairs into the control room; he’d been briefing them for their next mission when the klaxons had sounded.
“Close the iris, sergeant,” Hammond said unnecessarily, but Harriman was frowning at the screen.
“It won’t close, sir,” he said, and Daniel and Jack exchanged a glance. Sam kicked the other tech out of her chair and went to work, keyboard tapping away.
“Shut it down, people.”
“I can’t, sir,” Sam said. “Something’s wrong with the computers. I’m locked out of the system.”
“Colonel, set the auto-destruct,” Hammond said. “Five minutes.” The sound of the countdown was added to the din of the klaxons and other alarms.
“Incoming traveler!” Harriman announced, eyes glued to the screen.
“Major?”
“There’s nothing I can do, sir,” Sam said. “It won’t reboot in time.” She looked down into the ‘gateroom helplessly as the event horizon rippled and three things fell through, rolling to the base of the ramp. And as unexpectedly as it started, the wormhole shut off.
The SFs didn’t shift as the pile at the base of the ramp seemed to untangle itself, revealing what looked like two children and an oddly-shaped black bundle.
“It should be safe to go down, sir,” Sam said, and Hammond nodded. He glanced at Jack and they shut off the auto-destruct.
“Colonel O’Neill, Dr. Jackson, you’re with me,” he said, and the three men went down to the ‘gateroom. One of the children, a boy with a big nose and a baseball cap, was cowering behind the black bundle. The other, a blonde girl in a pink dress, was staring down one of the SFs, seemingly unperturbed by the P90 he had aimed at her head.
“Where are we?” she asked again, eyes narrowed. “And where’s Eris?”
“Eris is the Greek goddess of chaos,” Daniel said. “I guess it was only a matter of time before we ran into a Goa’uld using her name.”
Before anyone else could speak, there was a groaning noise from the black bundle, and it seemed to reassemble itself into a skeletal figure. No, not just skeletal, an actual human skeleton, but about seven feet tall. “Mon, I hate dat,” it said, its Jamaican accent as jarring as the clacking of its jawbones. “And I left m’scythe.”
“Oh dear,” Daniel said quietly, and then he said something much less polite in Abydonian. Hammond seemed to agree with the sentiment.
***
“And so this Eris used a golden apple - ”
“Magic banana!”
“Don’t listen to anything Billy says,” the girl advised.
“ - apple,” Daniel continued, slightly exasperated, “to open a portal to send you here.” The girl and the skeleton - Mandy and Grim, apparently - nodded.
“This is unlike any Goa’uld technology I have previously encountered,” Teal’c said.
“Without a ‘gate address, we can’t send them back,” Sam pointed out. “And since they didn’t come through an actual ‘gate, that will make this even more difficult.”
“Well, take them down to the infirmary and have Dr. Fraiser look at them, and then set them up with a VIP suite,” Hammond said. “The one with the X-box,” he added, glancing at Billy, who was babbling incoherently at Jack. For all his love of kids, the older man seemed baffled.
“Unscheduled offworld activation,” the speaker said as the klaxons began to sound.
“Teal’c, infirmary,” Hammond said as everyone stood. “Colonel, Major, Dr. Jackson, with me.” They split, reaching the control room as four more figures came through, two on foot and two that seemed to be flying.
“I am the Box Ghost,” the first flying one said as they all stopped short and the wormhole disengaged. “Beware!” The other flying figure, a boy with white hair and glowing green eyes, opened something that looked a lot like a glowing green thermos and a blue beam sucked the first one inside.
“Um, where are we?” one of the kids on the ground asked as the flying boy came to rest on the ground.
“I get the feeling this is going to be a long day, sir,” Jack said as Hammond went forward to make introductions for the second time. He had a feeling it would not be the last.
Feedback is better than chocolate
Day 2
little damn table
also written for au100, prompt 001: Beginnings
half-sized damn table
This is a crossover fic, Stargate SG-1/Others. Full list (to date) can be found here.
"Mandy, I don’t think we’re in Endsville anymore."
An Apple a Day: Day 1 | Prompt 025: Media Crossover | G | 948 words | 1 of 20
“Oh, this is bo-oring,” Eris said, watching as Billy ran into a wall for the fifth consecutive time.
“Story of m’life, mon,” Grim said, leaning on his scythe. “Tink we should stop heem?”
“Nah,” Mandy said, wincing as Billy collided with the wall a sixth time and laughed. “His record before passing out is 12.”
“Bo-oring,” Eris said again, pulling an apple out of the air. “Oh, Billy?”
“Magic banana!” Billy yelled, running over to Eris.
“Have fun, kiddies,” she said, throwing the apple in the air and disappearing in a puff of gold glitter. The apple hit the ground with a squawking noise and a glowing blue pool appeared. Billy, Mandy, and Grim found themselves being pulled towards it. Mandy’s last thought before being sucked in was of introducing Pandora and her lunchbox to Eris and watching the sparks fly.
Mandy hit the metal grate on the other side of the portal and rolled down the slope, landing next to a cowering Billy and a pile of bones and black fabric that must have been Grim. She stood and looked around the concrete room. Sirens were going, lights flashing, and there were lots of yelling people and pointing guns. Figured.
“Mandy, I don’t think we’re in Endsville anymore,” Billy said fearfully, hiding behind the Grim-pile.
“No kidding, doofus,” Mandy said, staring down a big guy four times her size who was aiming a very large gun at her. “Where are we?” she asked him.
***
“Unscheduled offworld activation,” Harriman said as General Hammond and SG-1 hurried down the stairs into the control room; he’d been briefing them for their next mission when the klaxons had sounded.
“Close the iris, sergeant,” Hammond said unnecessarily, but Harriman was frowning at the screen.
“It won’t close, sir,” he said, and Daniel and Jack exchanged a glance. Sam kicked the other tech out of her chair and went to work, keyboard tapping away.
“Shut it down, people.”
“I can’t, sir,” Sam said. “Something’s wrong with the computers. I’m locked out of the system.”
“Colonel, set the auto-destruct,” Hammond said. “Five minutes.” The sound of the countdown was added to the din of the klaxons and other alarms.
“Incoming traveler!” Harriman announced, eyes glued to the screen.
“Major?”
“There’s nothing I can do, sir,” Sam said. “It won’t reboot in time.” She looked down into the ‘gateroom helplessly as the event horizon rippled and three things fell through, rolling to the base of the ramp. And as unexpectedly as it started, the wormhole shut off.
The SFs didn’t shift as the pile at the base of the ramp seemed to untangle itself, revealing what looked like two children and an oddly-shaped black bundle.
“It should be safe to go down, sir,” Sam said, and Hammond nodded. He glanced at Jack and they shut off the auto-destruct.
“Colonel O’Neill, Dr. Jackson, you’re with me,” he said, and the three men went down to the ‘gateroom. One of the children, a boy with a big nose and a baseball cap, was cowering behind the black bundle. The other, a blonde girl in a pink dress, was staring down one of the SFs, seemingly unperturbed by the P90 he had aimed at her head.
“Where are we?” she asked again, eyes narrowed. “And where’s Eris?”
“Eris is the Greek goddess of chaos,” Daniel said. “I guess it was only a matter of time before we ran into a Goa’uld using her name.”
Before anyone else could speak, there was a groaning noise from the black bundle, and it seemed to reassemble itself into a skeletal figure. No, not just skeletal, an actual human skeleton, but about seven feet tall. “Mon, I hate dat,” it said, its Jamaican accent as jarring as the clacking of its jawbones. “And I left m’scythe.”
“Oh dear,” Daniel said quietly, and then he said something much less polite in Abydonian. Hammond seemed to agree with the sentiment.
***
“And so this Eris used a golden apple - ”
“Magic banana!”
“Don’t listen to anything Billy says,” the girl advised.
“ - apple,” Daniel continued, slightly exasperated, “to open a portal to send you here.” The girl and the skeleton - Mandy and Grim, apparently - nodded.
“This is unlike any Goa’uld technology I have previously encountered,” Teal’c said.
“Without a ‘gate address, we can’t send them back,” Sam pointed out. “And since they didn’t come through an actual ‘gate, that will make this even more difficult.”
“Well, take them down to the infirmary and have Dr. Fraiser look at them, and then set them up with a VIP suite,” Hammond said. “The one with the X-box,” he added, glancing at Billy, who was babbling incoherently at Jack. For all his love of kids, the older man seemed baffled.
“Unscheduled offworld activation,” the speaker said as the klaxons began to sound.
“Teal’c, infirmary,” Hammond said as everyone stood. “Colonel, Major, Dr. Jackson, with me.” They split, reaching the control room as four more figures came through, two on foot and two that seemed to be flying.
“I am the Box Ghost,” the first flying one said as they all stopped short and the wormhole disengaged. “Beware!” The other flying figure, a boy with white hair and glowing green eyes, opened something that looked a lot like a glowing green thermos and a blue beam sucked the first one inside.
“Um, where are we?” one of the kids on the ground asked as the flying boy came to rest on the ground.
“I get the feeling this is going to be a long day, sir,” Jack said as Hammond went forward to make introductions for the second time. He had a feeling it would not be the last.
Feedback is better than chocolate
Day 2