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Snippets I'm Not Writing
Doing a little spring cleaning on my hard drive, specifically my writing folder, and thought I'd post some of the bits I'm not disgusted with, but are pretty much dead in the water as stories go.
Fall From Grace, NCIS/Stargate crossover, circa S3/S9
Idea took a much different direction, this is from the original
Daniel Jackson smiled at the Abydoian landscape. Nothing but sand dunes as far as he could see. He knew a few miles away were the mines and Nagada.
"Dan'yel?"
He closed his eyes, trying in vain to block out the voice. He felt the soft touch on his shoulder and turned. Shau're faced him in the simple brown robes she always wore, an amused smile on her face. She took his face in her hands, calloused from work in their home and at the mines, and kissed him tenderly.
"My husband, it is time."
"Time for what, my wife?"
"For you to go."
"Go? Shau're?"
She pushed him towards a path, towards the setting sun. "You will always have my heart, my Dan'yel."
He walked into the horizon, and the further he got, the darker it got. He walked for miles before the sky became pitch dark. Then, as suddenly as he arrived on Abydos, the Potomac and the April cherry blossoms appeared. He felt a familiar presence beside him. He was unsurprised to see Kate Todd smiling at him when he turned his head.
"Am I a time share now?"
"Don't ask me, it's your subconscious."
"And what does that say about me?"
"You are a sick and twisted man, Jackson..." she replied, laughing.
Her wonderful, lively voice warped into the bitter, accented one that haunted his dreams.
Daniel startled awake, still hearing the voice in his head. He blinked at the invasion of bright, florescent light. He'd obviously fallen asleep at his desk, again. The overhead lights were turned on, so it had to be after seven in the morning. Long hours weren't uncommon for him, but since coming to work for NCIS five years ago, he didn't spend a lot of time sleeping at his desk.
He lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. He heard that laugh again, the one that made his insides boil. He glanced to Gibbs' bullpen, to the deceitful woman occupying Kate's desk.
He'd been told to get over it- Ziva David was an asset, another victim of Ari Haswari's lies. He would never believe she didn't know the bastard was playing both sides and had fired that weapon. No, he knew Mossad's mindset, he'd spent far too long dealing with it. Kate Todd, a respected federal agent, was an acceptable causality of war. And Madam Director was far too willing to overlook that little fact in the name of politics.
Nope, he wasn't bitter. Not at all.
It was moments like this, when the hate and bitterness threatened to drown him, he wished he'd stayed on Kheb all those years ago and ascended when Oma Desala had given him the chance.
Screw NCIS. An all-nighter deserved good coffee on company time.
He passed Jethro Gibbs and Tony DiNozzo as he stepped into elevator. "Hey," he grunted.
"Ah, another addict looking for his morning fix," DiNozzo quipped.
Daniel fixed the younger agent with his worst glare. Not even Gibbs cuffing DiNozzo on the back of the head as the doors closed lifted his mood.
Untitled, NCIS/Stargate Atlantis, S4/S3, unrequited Gibbs/DiNozzo
Tony ran as far as he could. He should've known it wouldn't be far enough.
The night of Kate Todd's funeral, Tony DiNozzo found himself in the boss' bed. Just two people seeking comfort with the only other person to truly understand, that's what they'd said. After he was cleared of murder charges, it was Tony's bed, Jethro Gibbs on his doorstep with a bottle of Jack Daniels. The pattern continued as their two other teammates ended up on the wrong side of an investigation. Until the bomb.
It was the bomb that changed everything. Gibbs went into a coma, Tony took over the team.
Tony didn't know what to expect from the new Gibbs. He kept his distance, played it by ear. But he never expected the big gay freak out when the memories of their "fling" resurfaced.
Back in charge of the team, Gibbs did everything he could to reassert his heterosexuality, including hooking up with both the director and an Army CID officer.
Tony applied for a transfer, Jen offered him a promotion. Little did he know it was as far away as humanly possible.
The lost city of Atlantis, home of the Ancients and base of operations for Earth in the Pegasus Galaxy.
Tony leaned against the walkway railing outside Elizabeth Weir's office, waiting for the gate to activate. The Daedalus had already sent word the SGC was going to dial in, that a terrorist had infiltrated the base and an NCIS team was coming. Gibbs' team.
As the only NCIS agent stationed on Atlantis, Tony was going to have to deal with him.
"I'm confident this will get taken care of quickly."
Tony didn't even turn at the sound of Elizabeth's voice.
She rested her forearms on the railing next to him. "The SGC's message did say they know who the suspect is."
"Yeah."
He could feel her eyes on him, studying him. "This doesn't have anything to do with the case, does it?"
"What doesn't?"
"Your mood. You're usually so laidback, you even enjoy getting insulted by Rodney."
"You wanna know why I took this assignment?" he said quietly. "It was as far away as I could get from Gibbs."
She nodded in understanding. "A day or two, he'll be gone." She gave him a sly grin. "If the bastard gets out of line, I'll have Sheppard lock him into a room with Rodney and no coffee."
Tony let out a strangled laugh. "They'll eat each other alive."
Untitled, Stargate SG-1
Elizabeth Weir met SG-1 the first time at Joe Faxon's funeral. She'd known Joe since George Washington; she was an undergrad, he was beginning his master's and they'd shared a class. He'd helped her get her first job at the State Department and he gave a glowing recommendation when she'd moved to the UN after her doctorate. She never understood why he was working with the military, or why they'd send him into such a dangerous situation that they couldn't even recover his body.
Not until Kinsey dropped the file on the Aschen into her lap.
At the time her head was swimming with new information and she didn't think anything of it. After the dust had settled, she realized Kinsey was using Joe's disappearance to get her on his side. Later, she showed up on Daniel Jackson's doorstep with an expensive bottle of wine and asked him what really happened.
Untitled, Torchwood
Like most things in his life, Ianto Jones ended up at Torchwood completely by accident.
He was looking for a job, not having any luck whatsoever, contemplating going back to Cardiff to work for his Uncle Cliff and grow toadstools, when he first saw Lisa on the train. Like any young man, he followed her into a building, not knowing it was Torchwood, where the guards of course stopped him. He heard someone ask her how Human Resources was. When the guards asked him what business he had in the Tower, he replied that he was applying for a job. The guards saw right through him, but called HR anyway. Lisa was the one who took his CV and then his phone number.
Ianto never thought they'd actually hire him. He never thought he'd fall madly in love with her.
Demolition Girl, General Hospital, Small Sacrifices, sequel to A Sister's Love
Another idea that took a different direction
Maxie Jones slapped her alarm off and covered her head with her pillow. It wasn't time to get up yet, it couldn't be. It was way too early.
WSB training was the most grueling experience she had ever been through. Three days without sleep, intensive language and geography classes, running until her muscles screamed in pain, physical training in the freezing rain. So much information thrown at her, her mind was on overload. Her body pushed to its absolute limits.
Everyday she woke to the same image, the family picture she'd brought with her, sitting next to her alarm clock. The photo was taken just before the mess with Faith. Just before Maxie turned her life over to the WSB in exchange for Georgie's safety.
It was the reminder she needed each morning, why she put herself through this hell.
Georgie wasn't the only thing on Maxie's mind. Inevitably, her thoughts turned to her father. Frisco Jones had given up everything – his family, his friends, his music, even his own life – for a life as an agent. She had hated him for it, until the day that cold, impersonal letter arrived with his few personal belongings. She'd demanded the gun, although she had never been sure why.
Now that gun was her own service weapon. Like father, like daughter.
She grudgingly sat up. She couldn't wallow in bed, she had ten minutes before roll call.
The sky was gray, with rain drizzling down. It was days like this Maxie actually admired Frisco. It took strength and determination to not give up under these conditions.
They were taking it easier on her because of her heart, she knew. It was pretty easy to spot. Instead of the usual pushing, they always asked how she was, telling her she didn't have to do this. But she always continued on. Nothing ticked her off more than being treated different.
Fall From Grace, NCIS/Stargate crossover, circa S3/S9
Idea took a much different direction, this is from the original
Daniel Jackson smiled at the Abydoian landscape. Nothing but sand dunes as far as he could see. He knew a few miles away were the mines and Nagada.
"Dan'yel?"
He closed his eyes, trying in vain to block out the voice. He felt the soft touch on his shoulder and turned. Shau're faced him in the simple brown robes she always wore, an amused smile on her face. She took his face in her hands, calloused from work in their home and at the mines, and kissed him tenderly.
"My husband, it is time."
"Time for what, my wife?"
"For you to go."
"Go? Shau're?"
She pushed him towards a path, towards the setting sun. "You will always have my heart, my Dan'yel."
He walked into the horizon, and the further he got, the darker it got. He walked for miles before the sky became pitch dark. Then, as suddenly as he arrived on Abydos, the Potomac and the April cherry blossoms appeared. He felt a familiar presence beside him. He was unsurprised to see Kate Todd smiling at him when he turned his head.
"Am I a time share now?"
"Don't ask me, it's your subconscious."
"And what does that say about me?"
"You are a sick and twisted man, Jackson..." she replied, laughing.
Her wonderful, lively voice warped into the bitter, accented one that haunted his dreams.
Daniel startled awake, still hearing the voice in his head. He blinked at the invasion of bright, florescent light. He'd obviously fallen asleep at his desk, again. The overhead lights were turned on, so it had to be after seven in the morning. Long hours weren't uncommon for him, but since coming to work for NCIS five years ago, he didn't spend a lot of time sleeping at his desk.
He lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. He heard that laugh again, the one that made his insides boil. He glanced to Gibbs' bullpen, to the deceitful woman occupying Kate's desk.
He'd been told to get over it- Ziva David was an asset, another victim of Ari Haswari's lies. He would never believe she didn't know the bastard was playing both sides and had fired that weapon. No, he knew Mossad's mindset, he'd spent far too long dealing with it. Kate Todd, a respected federal agent, was an acceptable causality of war. And Madam Director was far too willing to overlook that little fact in the name of politics.
Nope, he wasn't bitter. Not at all.
It was moments like this, when the hate and bitterness threatened to drown him, he wished he'd stayed on Kheb all those years ago and ascended when Oma Desala had given him the chance.
Screw NCIS. An all-nighter deserved good coffee on company time.
He passed Jethro Gibbs and Tony DiNozzo as he stepped into elevator. "Hey," he grunted.
"Ah, another addict looking for his morning fix," DiNozzo quipped.
Daniel fixed the younger agent with his worst glare. Not even Gibbs cuffing DiNozzo on the back of the head as the doors closed lifted his mood.
Untitled, NCIS/Stargate Atlantis, S4/S3, unrequited Gibbs/DiNozzo
Tony ran as far as he could. He should've known it wouldn't be far enough.
The night of Kate Todd's funeral, Tony DiNozzo found himself in the boss' bed. Just two people seeking comfort with the only other person to truly understand, that's what they'd said. After he was cleared of murder charges, it was Tony's bed, Jethro Gibbs on his doorstep with a bottle of Jack Daniels. The pattern continued as their two other teammates ended up on the wrong side of an investigation. Until the bomb.
It was the bomb that changed everything. Gibbs went into a coma, Tony took over the team.
Tony didn't know what to expect from the new Gibbs. He kept his distance, played it by ear. But he never expected the big gay freak out when the memories of their "fling" resurfaced.
Back in charge of the team, Gibbs did everything he could to reassert his heterosexuality, including hooking up with both the director and an Army CID officer.
Tony applied for a transfer, Jen offered him a promotion. Little did he know it was as far away as humanly possible.
The lost city of Atlantis, home of the Ancients and base of operations for Earth in the Pegasus Galaxy.
Tony leaned against the walkway railing outside Elizabeth Weir's office, waiting for the gate to activate. The Daedalus had already sent word the SGC was going to dial in, that a terrorist had infiltrated the base and an NCIS team was coming. Gibbs' team.
As the only NCIS agent stationed on Atlantis, Tony was going to have to deal with him.
"I'm confident this will get taken care of quickly."
Tony didn't even turn at the sound of Elizabeth's voice.
She rested her forearms on the railing next to him. "The SGC's message did say they know who the suspect is."
"Yeah."
He could feel her eyes on him, studying him. "This doesn't have anything to do with the case, does it?"
"What doesn't?"
"Your mood. You're usually so laidback, you even enjoy getting insulted by Rodney."
"You wanna know why I took this assignment?" he said quietly. "It was as far away as I could get from Gibbs."
She nodded in understanding. "A day or two, he'll be gone." She gave him a sly grin. "If the bastard gets out of line, I'll have Sheppard lock him into a room with Rodney and no coffee."
Tony let out a strangled laugh. "They'll eat each other alive."
Untitled, Stargate SG-1
Elizabeth Weir met SG-1 the first time at Joe Faxon's funeral. She'd known Joe since George Washington; she was an undergrad, he was beginning his master's and they'd shared a class. He'd helped her get her first job at the State Department and he gave a glowing recommendation when she'd moved to the UN after her doctorate. She never understood why he was working with the military, or why they'd send him into such a dangerous situation that they couldn't even recover his body.
Not until Kinsey dropped the file on the Aschen into her lap.
At the time her head was swimming with new information and she didn't think anything of it. After the dust had settled, she realized Kinsey was using Joe's disappearance to get her on his side. Later, she showed up on Daniel Jackson's doorstep with an expensive bottle of wine and asked him what really happened.
Untitled, Torchwood
Like most things in his life, Ianto Jones ended up at Torchwood completely by accident.
He was looking for a job, not having any luck whatsoever, contemplating going back to Cardiff to work for his Uncle Cliff and grow toadstools, when he first saw Lisa on the train. Like any young man, he followed her into a building, not knowing it was Torchwood, where the guards of course stopped him. He heard someone ask her how Human Resources was. When the guards asked him what business he had in the Tower, he replied that he was applying for a job. The guards saw right through him, but called HR anyway. Lisa was the one who took his CV and then his phone number.
Ianto never thought they'd actually hire him. He never thought he'd fall madly in love with her.
Demolition Girl, General Hospital, Small Sacrifices, sequel to A Sister's Love
Another idea that took a different direction
Maxie Jones slapped her alarm off and covered her head with her pillow. It wasn't time to get up yet, it couldn't be. It was way too early.
WSB training was the most grueling experience she had ever been through. Three days without sleep, intensive language and geography classes, running until her muscles screamed in pain, physical training in the freezing rain. So much information thrown at her, her mind was on overload. Her body pushed to its absolute limits.
Everyday she woke to the same image, the family picture she'd brought with her, sitting next to her alarm clock. The photo was taken just before the mess with Faith. Just before Maxie turned her life over to the WSB in exchange for Georgie's safety.
It was the reminder she needed each morning, why she put herself through this hell.
Georgie wasn't the only thing on Maxie's mind. Inevitably, her thoughts turned to her father. Frisco Jones had given up everything – his family, his friends, his music, even his own life – for a life as an agent. She had hated him for it, until the day that cold, impersonal letter arrived with his few personal belongings. She'd demanded the gun, although she had never been sure why.
Now that gun was her own service weapon. Like father, like daughter.
She grudgingly sat up. She couldn't wallow in bed, she had ten minutes before roll call.
The sky was gray, with rain drizzling down. It was days like this Maxie actually admired Frisco. It took strength and determination to not give up under these conditions.
They were taking it easier on her because of her heart, she knew. It was pretty easy to spot. Instead of the usual pushing, they always asked how she was, telling her she didn't have to do this. But she always continued on. Nothing ticked her off more than being treated different.