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mini_nanowrimo writing because it is the first for me... We're in Week 1 - SPN/SGA crossover verse. I've decided for this week I'm going to do a longer story broken into sections. I've plotted it out so over the seven days I should hit the end (I hope!). On the seventh day, I will post all previous sections in one block and the seventh part, so if you want to wait to read the completed story, feel free to do so.
*cracks knuckles*
Title: My Daddy Was A Soldier Man - Part 1/7
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kellifer_fic
Fandom: SPN/SGA
Rating: PG (language/adult themes)
Category: Crossover
Words: 845 (Commitment 200-woo!)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None
Notes: All mistakes are mine. This all began with My Daddy Didn't Have Days Like This
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |
“Absolutely not.”
John drops his hand from its position, about to knock on the edge of Elizabeth’s office door and frowns. “You don’t even know-”
“You’re here to ask if you can take Dean Winchester out on a mission. The answer is no.”
John, temporarily thwarted, plants himself in the chair facing Elizabeth’s desk. He usually perches on the corner if his intentions are casual. Chair sitting is reserved for only when he’s planning on negotiating for something he really wants. Elizabeth raises a wary eyebrow because for a negotiator who has wrangled the best minds in the political world, she finds herself being talked into things a little too often.
When John opens his mouth, Elizabeth decides that offense is the best defense and heads him off at the pass. “Both Dean and Sam are civilians and only here for six months. I would like them to actually survive their stay and so far, they’ve been placed in enough jeopardy.”
“Keeping them in the city didn’t really work out in the whole, keeping them safe stakes,” John notes dryly and Elizabeth scowls at him.
“I’m sure you’ll agree that the possibility of another Wraith incursion is remote, John,” Elizabeth says, tapping her fingers in the desk.
“He’s bored.”
“What?” Of all the arguments John could have made, all the excuses or theories on why Dean Winchester would be more valuable in the field, this is a surprise. John Sheppard is a straight forward guy, but even he knows when to seed the truth with a touch of what his intended target wants to hear. It takes Elizabeth a little aback and opens her up to listening.
Which is exactly what she knows he means for it to do.
Dammit.
“I’ve known guys like him. Hell, I am a guy like him. He’ll get bored and then he’ll get destructive. There’s only so long you can stick him in the labs with McKay and expect him not to start picking fights with marines.”
“Are you saying he could be violent?”
“I’m saying,” John leans forward, wearing his earnest face. “He’s used to having a purpose. Take that away from a guy like him and the fallout can be… bad.”
“Weren’t you the one warning me he was more trouble than he was worth?” Elizabeth hedges, because what John is saying is making sense but she wants him to work for it, make sure he knows that he really has to pick his battles carefully because she’s more often than not going to deny his requests.
“I still think that. I’m just trying to temper that trouble and keeping him active will do that.”
“What team?” Elizabeth asks, knowing what John is going to say.
“Mine.”
“Baker recently lost Cuttingham,” Elizabeth points out and sees John tense.
“And that means?”
“That we have away teams missing members. If you really think Dean will be an asset, then assign him to one of the teams not on first contact duty. Baker’s men go through with the anthropologists. Smaller risk.” Elizabeth is using negotiation one-o-one on John and she knows it’s a little unfair. Always compromise, never accede to one side’s demands completely because otherwise there is an inbalance that will have repercussions down the line. Of course, John knows exactly what she’s doing because he half-smirks and sits back, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Baker’s going to have a shit-fit. He already thinks he’s stuck with babysitting duty as it is.”
“He’s going to appreciate the extra man when he didn’t think he was going to get one for another two months,” Elizabeth counters, even though she knows what John says will be closer to the truth.
“Alright,” John agrees. “Now, how about we give the brothers a break and drop the armed escort?”
“I’ll agree to relieving Dean’s escort but I want someone to stay on Sam,” Elizabeth says. When John opens his mouth to protest, Elizabeth holds up a hand. “I’m sorry John, but Sam is still recovering from being exposed to a Wraith engineered virus. I know Carson has given him a clean bill of health, but there’s no way of knowing if there will be any lasting effects.”
“Well, how about Dean watches him when he can, a guard otherwise?” John proposes and Elizabeth shakes her head.
“I don’t… “ Elizabeth takes a breath, wondering how exactly to express the very real concern she has. “I don’t trust Dean to come to us if there’s a problem.”
John’s mouth firms down, but he nods stiffly.
“How about this?” Elizabeth says. “He’s been working with Teyla a bit and I’ve noticed both Sam and Dean get along with Lorne and Ronon. If it’s okay with them, you can all rotate and we’ll only have a marine or one of the security detail if you’re all offworld?”
John’s expression relaxes and he nods. “Okay yeah, that’s a good idea.” He huffs a sigh, rubbing his hands on his BDU pants. “I just… it’s not really fair on them, you know?”
“Believe me, I know.”
mini_nanowrimo writing because it is the first for me... We're in Week 1 - SPN/SGA crossover verse. I've decided for this week I'm going to do a longer story broken into sections. I've plotted it out so over the seven days I should hit the end (I hope!). On the seventh day, I will post all previous sections in one block and the seventh part, so if you want to wait to read the completed story, feel free to do so. *cracks knuckles*
Title: My Daddy Was A Soldier Man - Part 1/7
By:
kellifer_ficFandom: SPN/SGA
Rating: PG (language/adult themes)
Category: Crossover
Words: 845 (Commitment 200-woo!)
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, no money!
Spoilers: None
Notes: All mistakes are mine. This all began with My Daddy Didn't Have Days Like This
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |
“Absolutely not.”
John drops his hand from its position, about to knock on the edge of Elizabeth’s office door and frowns. “You don’t even know-”
“You’re here to ask if you can take Dean Winchester out on a mission. The answer is no.”
John, temporarily thwarted, plants himself in the chair facing Elizabeth’s desk. He usually perches on the corner if his intentions are casual. Chair sitting is reserved for only when he’s planning on negotiating for something he really wants. Elizabeth raises a wary eyebrow because for a negotiator who has wrangled the best minds in the political world, she finds herself being talked into things a little too often.
When John opens his mouth, Elizabeth decides that offense is the best defense and heads him off at the pass. “Both Dean and Sam are civilians and only here for six months. I would like them to actually survive their stay and so far, they’ve been placed in enough jeopardy.”
“Keeping them in the city didn’t really work out in the whole, keeping them safe stakes,” John notes dryly and Elizabeth scowls at him.
“I’m sure you’ll agree that the possibility of another Wraith incursion is remote, John,” Elizabeth says, tapping her fingers in the desk.
“He’s bored.”
“What?” Of all the arguments John could have made, all the excuses or theories on why Dean Winchester would be more valuable in the field, this is a surprise. John Sheppard is a straight forward guy, but even he knows when to seed the truth with a touch of what his intended target wants to hear. It takes Elizabeth a little aback and opens her up to listening.
Which is exactly what she knows he means for it to do.
Dammit.
“I’ve known guys like him. Hell, I am a guy like him. He’ll get bored and then he’ll get destructive. There’s only so long you can stick him in the labs with McKay and expect him not to start picking fights with marines.”
“Are you saying he could be violent?”
“I’m saying,” John leans forward, wearing his earnest face. “He’s used to having a purpose. Take that away from a guy like him and the fallout can be… bad.”
“Weren’t you the one warning me he was more trouble than he was worth?” Elizabeth hedges, because what John is saying is making sense but she wants him to work for it, make sure he knows that he really has to pick his battles carefully because she’s more often than not going to deny his requests.
“I still think that. I’m just trying to temper that trouble and keeping him active will do that.”
“What team?” Elizabeth asks, knowing what John is going to say.
“Mine.”
“Baker recently lost Cuttingham,” Elizabeth points out and sees John tense.
“And that means?”
“That we have away teams missing members. If you really think Dean will be an asset, then assign him to one of the teams not on first contact duty. Baker’s men go through with the anthropologists. Smaller risk.” Elizabeth is using negotiation one-o-one on John and she knows it’s a little unfair. Always compromise, never accede to one side’s demands completely because otherwise there is an inbalance that will have repercussions down the line. Of course, John knows exactly what she’s doing because he half-smirks and sits back, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Baker’s going to have a shit-fit. He already thinks he’s stuck with babysitting duty as it is.”
“He’s going to appreciate the extra man when he didn’t think he was going to get one for another two months,” Elizabeth counters, even though she knows what John says will be closer to the truth.
“Alright,” John agrees. “Now, how about we give the brothers a break and drop the armed escort?”
“I’ll agree to relieving Dean’s escort but I want someone to stay on Sam,” Elizabeth says. When John opens his mouth to protest, Elizabeth holds up a hand. “I’m sorry John, but Sam is still recovering from being exposed to a Wraith engineered virus. I know Carson has given him a clean bill of health, but there’s no way of knowing if there will be any lasting effects.”
“Well, how about Dean watches him when he can, a guard otherwise?” John proposes and Elizabeth shakes her head.
“I don’t… “ Elizabeth takes a breath, wondering how exactly to express the very real concern she has. “I don’t trust Dean to come to us if there’s a problem.”
John’s mouth firms down, but he nods stiffly.
“How about this?” Elizabeth says. “He’s been working with Teyla a bit and I’ve noticed both Sam and Dean get along with Lorne and Ronon. If it’s okay with them, you can all rotate and we’ll only have a marine or one of the security detail if you’re all offworld?”
John’s expression relaxes and he nods. “Okay yeah, that’s a good idea.” He huffs a sigh, rubbing his hands on his BDU pants. “I just… it’s not really fair on them, you know?”
“Believe me, I know.”