Entry tags:

fic post, orphan, sg-1, supernatural

Here are the first three of the double-drabbles I promised last week.

fox was unhelpfully vague in her first request, but when pressed mentioned SG-1 and Supernatural in the same sentence, so:


On a Mission

"Well," Colonel O'Neill said, huddling up with his team and speaking softly, like he thought his voice wouldn’t carry. "What do we think?"

"They're on our side, they know the lay of the land," Jackson said immediately. "Of course we help them."

O'Neill didn't so much as look in Jackson's direction. "Teal'c? Ever heard of something like this?"

"Many times," Teal'c said, without much expression. "Humans are slaves of the Goa'uld. There are always some who escape, even some who seek revenge."

O'Neill sighed. "Carter? Anything?"

"There's something weird going on, sir. The taller one--I don't think he's a Goa'uld, but there's naquadah in his blood. He almost feels like Cassie."

"Okay, whoa, if he's like Cassie we're definitely not taking him home--"

"You're damn right you're not taking my brother anywhere," Dean snapped, earning himself a glare from Sam as the Tau'ri and their Jaffa turned to face them.

"Also, we can hear you," Sam added dryly.

Dean rolled his eyes at their startled looks, flipped the knife in his hand and sheathed it. "So. You gonna help us kill the evil yellow-eyed bastard who took our mom, or are you gonna get out of our way?"


noracharles requested Supernatural fic set after "The Rapture," episode 4x20.


Left Behind

"It's okay now," Claire repeated, with an echo of Jimmy's--no, Castiel's--eerie calm. "Castiel is hiding us again. We're safe now."

Amelia nodded and got out of the car, going around to take Claire's hand before leading her toward their porch. Lisa was sitting on the step, taking a last drag off her cigarette. Amelia had never seen her smoke before; she'd complained about Roger sneaking them.

Amelia stopped at the bottom of the steps, holding firmly to Claire's hand, and Lisa came down, hugging herself tightly. They stood for a long time facing each other in silence; Amelia stared at Lisa's eyes--bloodshot around brown, not that horrible inky black that Amelia had seen now from outside and in.

Lisa looked down first. "The police--I told them, those men--"

"That's fine," Amelia said. "That was right."

Lisa nodded. She was shivering. "What do we do now? That--that thing, that--"

"We keep our heads down," Amelia said. She couldn't say where the knowledge came from: the thing that had been inside her, or that long last look she'd shared with something even more terrifying, now inside her husband.

"Don't say its name. And don't pray."


leviticus_lied requested Sam and Daniel (from SG-1, het or gen, I don't mind) where they are hanging out and laughing and having fun.


A Good Time

Sam had nearly stopped laughing when Daniel added, "I mean, with a completely straight face," and set her off again.

Daniel watched her laughing and had one of those funny moments where instead of being glad that she understood what was hilarious about hazing the new guy, he just thought, God, she's beautiful.

He tried not to second guess those reactions too much, so he ran down the checklist--they were alone, not on base, not in the middle of a desperately important project--and then he leaned across the table and kissed her. Quickly, not starting anything. Just a kiss for its own sake.

Sam kissed back, but let him go when he broke it off, and for a second Daniel regretted that he'd made her stop laughing, though she was still smiling and still beautiful.

She was looking at him with a question in her eyes that she wasn't going to ask in words--one that Daniel didn't want to ask either, about what they were doing, whether they were something other, something more than teammates who occasionally had sex.

He chose an easier question to answer instead. "No reason."

He knew Sam knew it was true enough.