Man of Steel
Title: Man of Steel
Rating: PG for now
By: Jendavis
Spoilers: SGA- The Last Man, Serenity Movie
Pairing: Jayne Cobb/RononDex
Genre: Crossover
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, don't take this too seriously.
Summary: Timelines diverge by converging.
A/N: Here it is, the first foray into non-shex fic. (Don't worry, there's more in store once I get this out of my system).
Man of Steel
Ronon watched over the rocks, waiting for the signal from the edge of the valley, and tried to pinpoint when it was, exactly, that he started drifting away from Atlantis. It wasn't something he tried to think about often, but today was different.
One year ago today, Satedan, Teyla disappeared. One Earth year ago, or thereabouts, Sheppard did too. If he was going to die today, at least it would be fitting.
Still no signal, and Ronon rolled his stiffening shoulder and tried not to start worrying about the state of their intel again. It was never as good, these days, not when they didn't have the full sensor capabilities of Atlantis at their fingertips.
But he did spare a thought to wonder if anyone, Banks maybe, had noticed anything strange in this quadrant of the galaxy. An anomalous radio signal, or a blip on a screen somewhere. He doubted it. He'd only found out last night, and there hadn't been enough time to contact Atlantis, and it was probably just as well.
It meant he didn't have to bargain with Carter over lending even more assistance, knowing that guilt was the only reason she ever gave it.
It meant he wouldn't have to stop in to find McKay poring over his screens late into the night, scrawling numbers on every available surface while insisting that he could still find a way to bring Sheppard back.
He wouldn't have to know for sure that no one believed McKay anymore- as far as Ronon could tell, hadn't for months, and even Keller had hinted that Rodney was losing faith. At best, if Ronon went back now, he would only find confirmation that they'd given up hope.
Ronon couldn't afford the distraction, not right now. He needed to focus.
He had to watch Michael's lab, down in the valley below, and wait for the signal.
---
The last dart flew out of the valley and east towards the gate, and Ronon readied himself. As soon as he had confirmation that the dart was gone, they'd attack.
A few moments more, and his radio chirped. They were good to go.
He could hear the others moving through the undergrowth as he began heading down towards the lab. He reached the tree line and took a steadying breath before breaking cover, crouching slightly as he ran.
He hadn't made it halfway before he heard the noise coming from the western sky. A ship, coming in too fast for a safe landing. It took a few seconds to realize he'd never seen one like it, not in all his years, not on a hundred worlds.
Travelers, maybe, he thought, but it was only a few seconds later that all hell broke lose.
Wraith and hybrids alike began to pour out of the lab, and his men were caught out in the open. He could do nothing but order a retreat.
The op was trashed before they'd made it inside.
---
The firefight was nothing he wasn't already used to. Stronger forces with superior numbers and more training, against a group of eleven villagers. Surprise had been their only advantage, and they'd lost it. He'd known they weren't prepared to handle a ground fight, let alone an alien ship careening into their midst.
But instead of crashing, the thing had somehow landed, and now sat there, immobile. It didn't send out reinforcements, but it wasn't opening fire, either.
Ronon pulled his knife out of the drone's neck and wiped the blade against his pant leg, before crouching down next to another rock outcropping. He needed some cover at his back to afford himself the chance to order the others to retreat.
It was Vanaar who reported that the wraith were dispersing, now, but Jiro had fallen.
Vanaar was already dialing the gate, getting his team back to safety. Ronon promised to catch up with them later and signed off, just before an explosion shook the sky behind him.
Ronon glanced over his shoulder to see Michael's lab collapsing in flames, and allowed himself to grin at the sight. At the moment, it didn't matter who was responsible for the destruction. The end result was the same, and he had more pressing matters to deal with.
A door was opening on the front of the strange ship, and he crouched to take aim at the two men who emerged, stepping cautiously down the ramp. They spread out, and aimed their guns in his direction. He could probably take both of them, but he was willing to bet he was being covered from positions inside the ship, as well.
Neither of the strangers spoke, leaving it to Ronon to make the first move. He lowered his gun and pointed it towards the ground, but didn't take his finger off the trigger. Standing up, he spoke. "Name's Ronon. Who're you?"
The strangers glanced at each other, the taller of the two tilting his head towards his companion as he spoke.
"Told ya, Mal. This weren't no gorram reaver affair."
2. Keys to the World
Rating: PG for now
By: Jendavis
Spoilers: SGA- The Last Man, Serenity Movie
Pairing: Jayne Cobb/RononDex
Genre: Crossover
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, don't take this too seriously.
Summary: Timelines diverge by converging.
A/N: Here it is, the first foray into non-shex fic. (Don't worry, there's more in store once I get this out of my system).
Man of Steel
Ronon watched over the rocks, waiting for the signal from the edge of the valley, and tried to pinpoint when it was, exactly, that he started drifting away from Atlantis. It wasn't something he tried to think about often, but today was different.
One year ago today, Satedan, Teyla disappeared. One Earth year ago, or thereabouts, Sheppard did too. If he was going to die today, at least it would be fitting.
Still no signal, and Ronon rolled his stiffening shoulder and tried not to start worrying about the state of their intel again. It was never as good, these days, not when they didn't have the full sensor capabilities of Atlantis at their fingertips.
But he did spare a thought to wonder if anyone, Banks maybe, had noticed anything strange in this quadrant of the galaxy. An anomalous radio signal, or a blip on a screen somewhere. He doubted it. He'd only found out last night, and there hadn't been enough time to contact Atlantis, and it was probably just as well.
It meant he didn't have to bargain with Carter over lending even more assistance, knowing that guilt was the only reason she ever gave it.
It meant he wouldn't have to stop in to find McKay poring over his screens late into the night, scrawling numbers on every available surface while insisting that he could still find a way to bring Sheppard back.
He wouldn't have to know for sure that no one believed McKay anymore- as far as Ronon could tell, hadn't for months, and even Keller had hinted that Rodney was losing faith. At best, if Ronon went back now, he would only find confirmation that they'd given up hope.
Ronon couldn't afford the distraction, not right now. He needed to focus.
He had to watch Michael's lab, down in the valley below, and wait for the signal.
---
The last dart flew out of the valley and east towards the gate, and Ronon readied himself. As soon as he had confirmation that the dart was gone, they'd attack.
A few moments more, and his radio chirped. They were good to go.
He could hear the others moving through the undergrowth as he began heading down towards the lab. He reached the tree line and took a steadying breath before breaking cover, crouching slightly as he ran.
He hadn't made it halfway before he heard the noise coming from the western sky. A ship, coming in too fast for a safe landing. It took a few seconds to realize he'd never seen one like it, not in all his years, not on a hundred worlds.
Travelers, maybe, he thought, but it was only a few seconds later that all hell broke lose.
Wraith and hybrids alike began to pour out of the lab, and his men were caught out in the open. He could do nothing but order a retreat.
The op was trashed before they'd made it inside.
---
The firefight was nothing he wasn't already used to. Stronger forces with superior numbers and more training, against a group of eleven villagers. Surprise had been their only advantage, and they'd lost it. He'd known they weren't prepared to handle a ground fight, let alone an alien ship careening into their midst.
But instead of crashing, the thing had somehow landed, and now sat there, immobile. It didn't send out reinforcements, but it wasn't opening fire, either.
Ronon pulled his knife out of the drone's neck and wiped the blade against his pant leg, before crouching down next to another rock outcropping. He needed some cover at his back to afford himself the chance to order the others to retreat.
It was Vanaar who reported that the wraith were dispersing, now, but Jiro had fallen.
Vanaar was already dialing the gate, getting his team back to safety. Ronon promised to catch up with them later and signed off, just before an explosion shook the sky behind him.
Ronon glanced over his shoulder to see Michael's lab collapsing in flames, and allowed himself to grin at the sight. At the moment, it didn't matter who was responsible for the destruction. The end result was the same, and he had more pressing matters to deal with.
A door was opening on the front of the strange ship, and he crouched to take aim at the two men who emerged, stepping cautiously down the ramp. They spread out, and aimed their guns in his direction. He could probably take both of them, but he was willing to bet he was being covered from positions inside the ship, as well.
Neither of the strangers spoke, leaving it to Ronon to make the first move. He lowered his gun and pointed it towards the ground, but didn't take his finger off the trigger. Standing up, he spoke. "Name's Ronon. Who're you?"
The strangers glanced at each other, the taller of the two tilting his head towards his companion as he spoke.
"Told ya, Mal. This weren't no gorram reaver affair."
2. Keys to the World