Not in Kansas Anymore (9/23)
Title: Not in Kansas Anymore (9/23)
Fandom: Stargate/Star Wars
Rating: M
Genres: crossover, romance
Summary: When Laura Cadman and Evan Lorne woke up in a storage room, they never thought it would be in a galaxy far, far away. And now they need to find a way back home, past Special Operations agents and stormtroopers, between the fronts in a war they thought they knew (from television, mind you). But no one ever said it would be easy.
A/N: Damn, I'm sorry. Really, I am. I kind of hadn't planned for such a long absence of this fic from the journal. Work is kicking my ass and draining all my creative juices at the moment but I'm resolved to at least post all the stories still in the buffer. Maybe that'll help with the writing, too. Also, am still promoting yappichick's fanart!
( Not in Kansas Anymore 1/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 2/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 3/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 4/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 5/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 6/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 7/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 8/23 )
Nine
Well. At least his graze wound stopped hurting only a couple of minutes after they slapped a patch lathered with some blue, weirdly smelling gel on it. That certainly did raise his mood a little. Maybe a micro inch. Because as nice as it is being able to walk nearly without pain again… there’s a lot of other stuff on his plate that won’t be nearly half as easy to resolve.
There is, for example, the issue with that trooper. Ever since that weird scene in the hallway, the guy had been silent, all through their way to and from the infirmary and he’s still being silent after they just passed the Sergeant on guard duty Davikoff meant and are probably on the last stretch to his new “quarters”.
After a couple more yards, the trooper stops walking and hacks a code into a pad next to the door in front of them. It hisses open and the trooper roughly gestures for him to walk inside. Not inclined to argue with the muzzle of a rifle, he simply walks inside. Quickly he surveys the room and takes in the major points. Bed, desk, some kind of computer terminal, wardrobe, second door - probably to a bathroom - no windows. Almost like a prison cell but he decides not to dwell on that. Yet.
When he enters the room, he expects the trooper to simply shut the door and lock him in but… it seems he’s just not getting off the hook today because the trooper actually follows him inside. What the hell?
It must have been visible on his face because he’s pretty sure he just heard a faint snort from under the helmet before he gets the disembodied voice again saying, “We’ve got exactly ten minutes in which you’ll explain to me what the hell you’re doing here and I’ll decide if I let you live or if I’ll shoot you after all.”
Uh-huh. Right. Maybe… this is the best moment to actually stop channeling Cadman, so he simply acknowledges this with a nod and then… “How about you tell me what the hell this is? Or at least take off that goddamn helmet. If you gotta shoot me, at least I’d want you to look me into the face while doing it.”
Yeah. Well. Not exactly the smartest thing to say. But… obviously it was either irritated or indifferent enough that… the trooper lifts his head, somehow being able to still appear menacing and alert enough that he wouldn’t even think about doing something stupid if the trooper didn’t have that rifle still in his hands. The guy surfaces from the impersonal helmet… looks every inch the hardened grunt he would have expected. Except maybe the bristle that usually accompanies battle hardened members of the ground fighting forces but somehow that guy manages to look grizzly even without any stubble.
“That good enough for you, flyboy?” He just shrugs, still trying to look unfazed. “So… gee par go.” Huh, what? “I’ll show you mine, you’ll show me yours?” Oh, right. And what’s there to roll your eyes, huh?
But, yeah, it’s probably just fair. And he’s not dead yet. And they’re on the clock here. Oh well. “You’ll never believe me.”
Now it’s the trooper who’s shrugging but somehow that lacks all the indifference that the gesture usually conveys. He’s still all ears. “Try me.”
Maybe… maybe he actually should. He needs to get the fuck out of here and a trooper who thought him to be a spook and actually kind of relaxed and finding out he’s a pilot might actually be his last and most of all only resort to get away from this. He has no idea why he just thought that but somehow… it makes sense and he’s so sure about that it actually surprises him. He takes a deep breath. “Okay, everything I’m gonna tell you now you’ll have to believe even though it’s gonna to sound like one gigantic lie. But it’s the only truth I have.”
The trooper just nods so he feels compelled to continue, “My name is Major Evan Lorne, United States Air Force, United States of America, Earth. I arrived here shortly before the compound went on alarm, together with a subordinate, Lieutenant Laura Cadman, United States Marine Corps. We were transported to one of your storage rooms by an Ancient artifact that somehow manages to connect either dimensions or galaxies. It was an accident and I goddamn need to find my Lieutenant and get the hell back to my own galaxy.”
For a moment, there’s a deep silence as the trooper stares at him, probably dumbfounded for the first time in his life. Then… then there’s a weird rumbling sound that might actually be laughter and an actual snort and then a deep seriously, “You know, that sounds too goddamn fucked up to be a lie. I don’t think I ever heard something so impossible to be a lie before.”
“Quite frankly, I wish it were a lie,” it suddenly slips from his lips and something in that must have sounded frustrated enough that the trooper… takes down the rifle. He’s pretty sure every predatory sense the trooper has is still trained at him but at least he isn’t still staring down the muzzle of a blaster.
There’s another moment of silence and then the trooper drawls, “Well, Major Lorne of the United States Air Force, if even an iota of what you just told me is true, you’re in some really big shit. Got any proof of what you just told me?”
He’s about to reach for his dog tags… when he remembers he gave them to Cadman to avoid identification in case of capture. He also would like to show the part of the Ancient device they could take with them to the trooper but… yeah, Cadman’s got that, too. Sighing, he says, “No. Lieutenant Cadman’s got everything I could prove my identity and story to you and she’s… not here anymore.”
“You mean she went with the squad of Rebel Alliance Spec Ops commandos that were about to infiltrate Dimas base when you somehow landed yourselves here.” What… huh? The trooper… knows about that infiltration attempt? “I’m Chief of Security here, Major. I know everything.” Oh right, of course. He’s in a room with the Chief of Security in an Imperial base and he’s still standing. Weird doesn’t even begin to cover it.
A little wary, he slowly nods. “Yes, that’s what I meant. Look, you know who I am but I still have no idea who you are and why you still haven’t shot me as you have been threatening me with ever since you opened your mouth for the first time.”
“I’m Chief of Security here, like I told you.” He’s about to get pissy again because that’s not what he meant and the trooper knows that when the trooper just rolls his eyes again. “Captain Delvin Sandwalker, 78th Division of the Imperial Stormtroopers. And the reason I haven’t shot you yet is that you might have fucked up my extraction but that your story sounds too fantastic not to be true. Do you happen to remember the storage room you and your Lieutenant ended up in?”
What huh how? Extraction? By a Rebel unit? What the hell… where did he and Cadman land themselves? And why is there suddenly an air of amusement filling the room, emanating from the trooper and why the goddamn fucking hell can he actually feel that? But… yeah. First things first. “Not really. If you can show me a map and point out to me where that squad had first Imperial contact, I might be able to point you to it, though.”
The Captain takes a long hard look at him, then nods slowly. “Fair enough. Surveillance is gonna be back up again in two minutes. Keep up that pathetic excuse of a spook, Davikoff and Warrayan will most probably be too stupid to doubt you. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
He’s about to point out to the trooper that he’s speaking with a goddamn Major and if those are worth anything here he better watch his goddamn tone but then decides he just shouldn’t go antagonizing people at whose mercy he still is and decides just for once to be his usual calm and collected self. He nods. “Fair enough, too.”
With that, everything that needs to be said is said and the Captain takes his leave, reminding him to behave himself with a last blood curdling look that only infantry officers seem to be capable of. Although Cadman once said that his looks can be pretty blood curdling, too - which she probably actually meant as a compliment - and the moment he thought that he curses himself because fuck, he’s starting to actually miss her. That definitely can’t be good.
~*~
TBC in Chapter Ten.
Fandom: Stargate/Star Wars
Rating: M
Genres: crossover, romance
Summary: When Laura Cadman and Evan Lorne woke up in a storage room, they never thought it would be in a galaxy far, far away. And now they need to find a way back home, past Special Operations agents and stormtroopers, between the fronts in a war they thought they knew (from television, mind you). But no one ever said it would be easy.
A/N: Damn, I'm sorry. Really, I am. I kind of hadn't planned for such a long absence of this fic from the journal. Work is kicking my ass and draining all my creative juices at the moment but I'm resolved to at least post all the stories still in the buffer. Maybe that'll help with the writing, too. Also, am still promoting yappichick's fanart!
( Not in Kansas Anymore 1/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 2/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 3/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 4/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 5/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 6/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 7/23 )
( Not in Kansas Anymore 8/23 )
Nine
Well. At least his graze wound stopped hurting only a couple of minutes after they slapped a patch lathered with some blue, weirdly smelling gel on it. That certainly did raise his mood a little. Maybe a micro inch. Because as nice as it is being able to walk nearly without pain again… there’s a lot of other stuff on his plate that won’t be nearly half as easy to resolve.
There is, for example, the issue with that trooper. Ever since that weird scene in the hallway, the guy had been silent, all through their way to and from the infirmary and he’s still being silent after they just passed the Sergeant on guard duty Davikoff meant and are probably on the last stretch to his new “quarters”.
After a couple more yards, the trooper stops walking and hacks a code into a pad next to the door in front of them. It hisses open and the trooper roughly gestures for him to walk inside. Not inclined to argue with the muzzle of a rifle, he simply walks inside. Quickly he surveys the room and takes in the major points. Bed, desk, some kind of computer terminal, wardrobe, second door - probably to a bathroom - no windows. Almost like a prison cell but he decides not to dwell on that. Yet.
When he enters the room, he expects the trooper to simply shut the door and lock him in but… it seems he’s just not getting off the hook today because the trooper actually follows him inside. What the hell?
It must have been visible on his face because he’s pretty sure he just heard a faint snort from under the helmet before he gets the disembodied voice again saying, “We’ve got exactly ten minutes in which you’ll explain to me what the hell you’re doing here and I’ll decide if I let you live or if I’ll shoot you after all.”
Uh-huh. Right. Maybe… this is the best moment to actually stop channeling Cadman, so he simply acknowledges this with a nod and then… “How about you tell me what the hell this is? Or at least take off that goddamn helmet. If you gotta shoot me, at least I’d want you to look me into the face while doing it.”
Yeah. Well. Not exactly the smartest thing to say. But… obviously it was either irritated or indifferent enough that… the trooper lifts his head, somehow being able to still appear menacing and alert enough that he wouldn’t even think about doing something stupid if the trooper didn’t have that rifle still in his hands. The guy surfaces from the impersonal helmet… looks every inch the hardened grunt he would have expected. Except maybe the bristle that usually accompanies battle hardened members of the ground fighting forces but somehow that guy manages to look grizzly even without any stubble.
“That good enough for you, flyboy?” He just shrugs, still trying to look unfazed. “So… gee par go.” Huh, what? “I’ll show you mine, you’ll show me yours?” Oh, right. And what’s there to roll your eyes, huh?
But, yeah, it’s probably just fair. And he’s not dead yet. And they’re on the clock here. Oh well. “You’ll never believe me.”
Now it’s the trooper who’s shrugging but somehow that lacks all the indifference that the gesture usually conveys. He’s still all ears. “Try me.”
Maybe… maybe he actually should. He needs to get the fuck out of here and a trooper who thought him to be a spook and actually kind of relaxed and finding out he’s a pilot might actually be his last and most of all only resort to get away from this. He has no idea why he just thought that but somehow… it makes sense and he’s so sure about that it actually surprises him. He takes a deep breath. “Okay, everything I’m gonna tell you now you’ll have to believe even though it’s gonna to sound like one gigantic lie. But it’s the only truth I have.”
The trooper just nods so he feels compelled to continue, “My name is Major Evan Lorne, United States Air Force, United States of America, Earth. I arrived here shortly before the compound went on alarm, together with a subordinate, Lieutenant Laura Cadman, United States Marine Corps. We were transported to one of your storage rooms by an Ancient artifact that somehow manages to connect either dimensions or galaxies. It was an accident and I goddamn need to find my Lieutenant and get the hell back to my own galaxy.”
For a moment, there’s a deep silence as the trooper stares at him, probably dumbfounded for the first time in his life. Then… then there’s a weird rumbling sound that might actually be laughter and an actual snort and then a deep seriously, “You know, that sounds too goddamn fucked up to be a lie. I don’t think I ever heard something so impossible to be a lie before.”
“Quite frankly, I wish it were a lie,” it suddenly slips from his lips and something in that must have sounded frustrated enough that the trooper… takes down the rifle. He’s pretty sure every predatory sense the trooper has is still trained at him but at least he isn’t still staring down the muzzle of a blaster.
There’s another moment of silence and then the trooper drawls, “Well, Major Lorne of the United States Air Force, if even an iota of what you just told me is true, you’re in some really big shit. Got any proof of what you just told me?”
He’s about to reach for his dog tags… when he remembers he gave them to Cadman to avoid identification in case of capture. He also would like to show the part of the Ancient device they could take with them to the trooper but… yeah, Cadman’s got that, too. Sighing, he says, “No. Lieutenant Cadman’s got everything I could prove my identity and story to you and she’s… not here anymore.”
“You mean she went with the squad of Rebel Alliance Spec Ops commandos that were about to infiltrate Dimas base when you somehow landed yourselves here.” What… huh? The trooper… knows about that infiltration attempt? “I’m Chief of Security here, Major. I know everything.” Oh right, of course. He’s in a room with the Chief of Security in an Imperial base and he’s still standing. Weird doesn’t even begin to cover it.
A little wary, he slowly nods. “Yes, that’s what I meant. Look, you know who I am but I still have no idea who you are and why you still haven’t shot me as you have been threatening me with ever since you opened your mouth for the first time.”
“I’m Chief of Security here, like I told you.” He’s about to get pissy again because that’s not what he meant and the trooper knows that when the trooper just rolls his eyes again. “Captain Delvin Sandwalker, 78th Division of the Imperial Stormtroopers. And the reason I haven’t shot you yet is that you might have fucked up my extraction but that your story sounds too fantastic not to be true. Do you happen to remember the storage room you and your Lieutenant ended up in?”
What huh how? Extraction? By a Rebel unit? What the hell… where did he and Cadman land themselves? And why is there suddenly an air of amusement filling the room, emanating from the trooper and why the goddamn fucking hell can he actually feel that? But… yeah. First things first. “Not really. If you can show me a map and point out to me where that squad had first Imperial contact, I might be able to point you to it, though.”
The Captain takes a long hard look at him, then nods slowly. “Fair enough. Surveillance is gonna be back up again in two minutes. Keep up that pathetic excuse of a spook, Davikoff and Warrayan will most probably be too stupid to doubt you. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
He’s about to point out to the trooper that he’s speaking with a goddamn Major and if those are worth anything here he better watch his goddamn tone but then decides he just shouldn’t go antagonizing people at whose mercy he still is and decides just for once to be his usual calm and collected self. He nods. “Fair enough, too.”
With that, everything that needs to be said is said and the Captain takes his leave, reminding him to behave himself with a last blood curdling look that only infantry officers seem to be capable of. Although Cadman once said that his looks can be pretty blood curdling, too - which she probably actually meant as a compliment - and the moment he thought that he curses himself because fuck, he’s starting to actually miss her. That definitely can’t be good.
~*~
TBC in Chapter Ten.