Snippet, by Melannen [X-Files]
Author: melannen
Rating: G
Fusion: X-Files / LGM / SGA
Length: 700 words
Spoilers: None
Notes: Um, hello. This team has been running around the Atlantis in my head for months; after I saw liviapenn's post, they decided they wanted out. I feel like I should write more, and yet, it's probably much wiser that I don't. [Apparently I am not wise. There is now a whole lot more of this here.]
Summary: "And the worst part was, Elizabeth thought, they'd probably manage to make it work."
"It's definitely a Genii operation," Dr. Langly said, poking one finger hard into the desk. "I recommend we run a black ops mission, crack into their data recorders--"
Dr. Frohike shoved him. "It's covert ops, dickwad, not black ops. Unless you were planning to assassinate someone."
At the other end of the conference table, Dr. Byers calmly crossed his arms. "Gentlemen, please do calm down. I'm sure Dr. Weir's anxious to finish this debriefing."
At the mention of her name, Frohike's gaze shot back to Elizabeth, as he suddenly recalled that she was there, and he sat up a bit straighter in his chair. Langly snickered at him: his crush on her was even more legendary than Zelenka's. Elizabeth shook her head and sighed. She's occasionally - okay, *frequently* - questioned the wisdom of putting these three on an offworld team together - even Sheppard thought it was a bad idea - but they *did* get results in the field. And after six months on Atlantis, Lieutenant Bond was the only military officer willing to put up with any of them. He was sitting beside Byers, watching his team with proprietary pride; he considered them all heroes and geniuses, which may well have been true in a way, but ... Dr. Frohike at least had military experience, Langly had the gene, and Byers had practically been brought up in the Stargate Program, since his father had been a civilian consultant since the beginning. You'd *think* they'd be able to manage at least one offworld mission that didn't leave Colonel Caldwell with his head in his hands, groaning in despair.
Langly and Frohike had moved on to some plan that involved inserting computer viruses in the primitive Genii networks, and whether it would even do enough harm to be worth it. Byers, the cultural specialist, suggested that on such a far-flung base undermining morale might be more worthwhile.
"Let's figure out how we're going to infiltrate, first," said Langly, with a wave of one hand by which Elizabeth deduced that he was losing the argument.
"That's easy," Frohike said. "Did you *see* their commandant? *Smoking* hot, and she was obviously sweet on Jimmy. We send him in first, to play femme fatale, and then once they're all sufficiently distracted, the three of us put on our black-and-" he glanced over at Elizabeth and changed course. "Our black and *inconspicuous* outfits and sneak in through the ventilation system and blitz all their data before they even notice. The security should be a cinch, considering those pieces of junk that they seem to think are motion detectors."
"We should see if we can sweet-talk Sheppard out of a puddle-jumper for this one," Byers said thoughtfully. "A quick in-and-out's going to be important, and we could leave Langly in the jumper to play backup."
Elizabeth asked curiously, "Don't you think it might be a good idea to let the person who actually has military training do the actual infiltration?"
"Of course not," Langly said, rolling his eyes. "Jimmy's an okay guy and all, but he wouldn't have a clue how to get the data we need. Right, Jimmy?" he asked.
"Hey, you know me," Lieutenant Bond said, smiling. "I can crash my laptop playing solitaire. What do you think, Dr. Weir? It sounds like a solid plan to me, with a little work. We've got pretty good schematics on the bunker."
And the worst part was, Elizabeth thought, they'd probably manage to make it work.
***
Elizabeth looked through the reams of Genii data that had been uploaded to the network. Schematics, maps, battle plans, intel on the Wraith, a list of planets with Ancient installations -- she shook her head. And Langly and Frohike had cracked the primary encryption on it even before the puddlejumper made it back through the gate. She looked up when Colonel Sheppard ducked into the office.
"Dr. Weir," he said plaintively. "I want to register a formal complaint against allowing people to use their commanding officers in honeytraps. It's giving McKay *ideas*!"
Rating: G
Fusion: X-Files / LGM / SGA
Length: 700 words
Spoilers: None
Notes: Um, hello. This team has been running around the Atlantis in my head for months; after I saw liviapenn's post, they decided they wanted out. I feel like I should write more, and yet, it's probably much wiser that I don't. [Apparently I am not wise. There is now a whole lot more of this here.]
Summary: "And the worst part was, Elizabeth thought, they'd probably manage to make it work."
"It's definitely a Genii operation," Dr. Langly said, poking one finger hard into the desk. "I recommend we run a black ops mission, crack into their data recorders--"
Dr. Frohike shoved him. "It's covert ops, dickwad, not black ops. Unless you were planning to assassinate someone."
At the other end of the conference table, Dr. Byers calmly crossed his arms. "Gentlemen, please do calm down. I'm sure Dr. Weir's anxious to finish this debriefing."
At the mention of her name, Frohike's gaze shot back to Elizabeth, as he suddenly recalled that she was there, and he sat up a bit straighter in his chair. Langly snickered at him: his crush on her was even more legendary than Zelenka's. Elizabeth shook her head and sighed. She's occasionally - okay, *frequently* - questioned the wisdom of putting these three on an offworld team together - even Sheppard thought it was a bad idea - but they *did* get results in the field. And after six months on Atlantis, Lieutenant Bond was the only military officer willing to put up with any of them. He was sitting beside Byers, watching his team with proprietary pride; he considered them all heroes and geniuses, which may well have been true in a way, but ... Dr. Frohike at least had military experience, Langly had the gene, and Byers had practically been brought up in the Stargate Program, since his father had been a civilian consultant since the beginning. You'd *think* they'd be able to manage at least one offworld mission that didn't leave Colonel Caldwell with his head in his hands, groaning in despair.
Langly and Frohike had moved on to some plan that involved inserting computer viruses in the primitive Genii networks, and whether it would even do enough harm to be worth it. Byers, the cultural specialist, suggested that on such a far-flung base undermining morale might be more worthwhile.
"Let's figure out how we're going to infiltrate, first," said Langly, with a wave of one hand by which Elizabeth deduced that he was losing the argument.
"That's easy," Frohike said. "Did you *see* their commandant? *Smoking* hot, and she was obviously sweet on Jimmy. We send him in first, to play femme fatale, and then once they're all sufficiently distracted, the three of us put on our black-and-" he glanced over at Elizabeth and changed course. "Our black and *inconspicuous* outfits and sneak in through the ventilation system and blitz all their data before they even notice. The security should be a cinch, considering those pieces of junk that they seem to think are motion detectors."
"We should see if we can sweet-talk Sheppard out of a puddle-jumper for this one," Byers said thoughtfully. "A quick in-and-out's going to be important, and we could leave Langly in the jumper to play backup."
Elizabeth asked curiously, "Don't you think it might be a good idea to let the person who actually has military training do the actual infiltration?"
"Of course not," Langly said, rolling his eyes. "Jimmy's an okay guy and all, but he wouldn't have a clue how to get the data we need. Right, Jimmy?" he asked.
"Hey, you know me," Lieutenant Bond said, smiling. "I can crash my laptop playing solitaire. What do you think, Dr. Weir? It sounds like a solid plan to me, with a little work. We've got pretty good schematics on the bunker."
And the worst part was, Elizabeth thought, they'd probably manage to make it work.
***
Elizabeth looked through the reams of Genii data that had been uploaded to the network. Schematics, maps, battle plans, intel on the Wraith, a list of planets with Ancient installations -- she shook her head. And Langly and Frohike had cracked the primary encryption on it even before the puddlejumper made it back through the gate. She looked up when Colonel Sheppard ducked into the office.
"Dr. Weir," he said plaintively. "I want to register a formal complaint against allowing people to use their commanding officers in honeytraps. It's giving McKay *ideas*!"