Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-10-30 19:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | atlantis, au, het, rated: adult, sg-1, slash, x-over |
Fic: A Call To Arms 4/5 StarGate SG-1/StarGate: Atlantis
A Call to Arms
By: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Stargate.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Martouf/Daniel
Category: Slash. Open AU.
Warnings: Violence, Language,
Summary: In the sudden silence that has filled the galaxy after the Goa'uld were wiped out, life for those who survived the war is stagnating. The Tok'ra are now trying to prevent the former slaves from killing themeselves and everyone else. Colonization of the galaxy has provided the SGC with a distraction, giving everyone something to do. It is to this that Daniel has come home to.... and from this he wishes to flee.
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Watching Laia plant flowers in the stone box at the center of the pyramid, Martouf tried to summon some emotion other than the reluctant grief. It seemed that every time he came to this planet a heavy weight settled over his chest and would not disappate until several days after he left again. He had tried talking about it with Selmac, but the elder was spending most of his time avoiding all contact but for that of the Nox. Which explained why he was here again.
Martouf hated spending time with the Nox, it always brought a clearer focus to what his own people faced if the queen did not reproduce. At first they had been happy that she was among them. They had over looked the lack of enthusiasm on her part for being with them as trauma from the newness of it all. But the whispers started shortly after the first time they asked her when she would breed.
That was part of the reason behind his visit this time to this planet. He would once again plead his case to their sire and ask that he return if only just to speak with Egeria for them. The Council had been adament that once Selmac came back and talked with her, he would go straight back in to exhile on Earth. That had been his punishment for taking the host.
He stepped up beside Selmac's younger host and smiled. The fact that his sire's host was attractive was put from his mind the instant it came to him. There was an important reason he was here. When it seemed Selmac was going to ignore him, he cleared his throat to get Selmac's attention.
"I know you are there, Martouf, and yes, I am ignoring you. There is no point in this. I told you when you arrived that I will not speak with Egeria." After carefully examing the bush, Graham cut off the limbs he did not think would be productive to its growth. When he sensed that his offspring had not left, Selmac rolled his eyes. "Go find your mate, Lantash, I am sure that after last night's lack of affections you are feeling bereft. Your visits are so infrequent, I am sure he would welcome the comfort of your arms."
"Do not dismiss me, Selmac!" Now he was angry. If reason would not work, he was perfectly willing to fight. "We grow weary of this sulking the two of you are doing. Egeria has all but cut herself off from the universe and you are acting like a spoiled child."
"You know, that is just like you. When you don't get what you want right away, you get angry and try to pick a fight." Picking up the clippings, Graham put them in the bucket next to him. "I'm not playing with you today, Lantash. In the words of these Tau'ri, fuck off!" Adjusting the wide brimmed panama hat that Selmac had forced him to wear, Graham almost tore it off. "Laia, I believe the berry bushes need some fertilizer."
Raising her face from the flower bushes, Laia smiled at them in a pleasant daze. "Yes, you may be correct, Selmac. I am sure they would welcome the chance to gain more food. Then again, they are growing fat already."
"See, Martouf, I am busy." Stepping around the taller man, he shouldered the bucket and walked towards the back of the pyramid green house.
Martouf could only watch him go in failure. It was useless, Selmac was almost as immovable as his Jolinar. At times like these it was easy to see why they had been old friends. Times like these he hated both of them. Nodding to nothing in particular, he turned on heel and stormed out of the green house.
He was extra careful to slam the doors on his way out.
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Sam's head hurt. Taking a hit of the pot, she massaged her temple with the free hand. Feeling another one take her right temple, she smiled in gratitude to whoever that was. "I think we partied too hard last night."
"Well suck it up, Major, we got work to do. The committee sent a dispatch this morning, they want results in the next thirty-six hours or they are pulling the plug completely!" Pulling the joint from Sam's hand, Merryl pushed an ice pack upon her. Picking up the joint, he took a puff. "Those crazy bastards believe the recent trinium power relay wasn't just a fluke and want us to repeat it again for their represenative tomorrow."
"That's impossible. We only tried it once, the trinium takes too long to refine for the molding process. There isn't enough time!" Panic setting in, Sam stood up slowly, clutching the wall. They had to get to the comm room quick and see if she could finagle a little more time from them. When she started to fall over, Merryl caught her. She grinned at him.
"Preaching to the chorus, Major, preaching to the chorus." Rubbing her own head, Petrikov blinked a couple times to clear her vision. Standing up from where she had fallen over the night before during a drunken dance, she tried to figure out just how much of her brain was still intact. "We already know we can't do this. Best we get what we can done and then report our failure afterwards. Mayhaps they take pity on us, your country is notorious for pity."
"I'm prescribing coffee for Petrikov, her mind has gone soft." Merryl jerked the woman to her feet as Sam and him passed her for the door. Dragging both women behind him, he stumbled towards their changing room. "I believe if we get a shower, get dressed quickly, we can have at least three new trinium relays built for the modified generator. If we lower the power output of the core, the relays won't over load the test blubs."
"That's what I was theorizing." Grabbing her head, Sam slid along the wall of the changing room. "The new pathways are more conductive, it isn't that the generator was bad, it's that it's too good. The relay is overloading all our systems, perhaps a buffer is needed to regulate the flow."
"Whoa, sounds like someone's finally awake." Merryl laughed as Petrikov looked at Sam in disgust. "Sorry about last night, Peti, guess you aren't like the rest of your country men when it comes to Vodka."
"Vodka is no problem, that paint thinner you call alcohol was." Growling as she pulled her shirt over her head, the Czech doctor groaned. The pain from her headache was making even standing up excruciating. "I told you it was mistake to use old field coils for your stil, but you would not listen! Tubers grown on Pelei are full of alien bacteria, they do not make Vodka, they make terpentine!"
"Yeah, I kinda figured that when Merryl spilled some on the bureau and it ate through the finish." Sam gave a loud snort at her own joke. Sliding from her clothes, she moved for the showers. It was going to be a long thirty-six hours.
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Jack watched from the corner of the laboratory. Just sitting there, he had been slightly pretrubered that no one had noticed him in the past half hour. Had this been a training exercise, he would be tearing Daniel and McKay new assholes. As it was, what they were so engrossed in stayed his hand. They were taking apart what appeared to be lamps of some kind, but the whole fact they glowed green gave them an errie alien feeling to him. Something about that color just screamed 'alien'.
The fact that Daniel was rat holing parts every time McKay turned his back was also quite entertaining. McKay would grab a piece to examine under the large magnyfing glass and Daniel would quickly slip another piece in his pocket. Jack bet that if he searched Daniel, there were enough pieces of the alien lamps to make one on the younger man. When McKay would turn back, Daniel would begin searching out his next piece from among the many assorted.
What his archeologist wanted with alien lamp pieces was beyond him. The fact that he was taking them didn't seem to be of importance either. He figured he would let McKay say something if he noticed something missing. That was if the other man cared, the whole thing was an elaborate sham to spend time with his little buddy. Oh yes, he had noticed the way McKay studied Daniel.
There was another reason he refused to turn Daniel's little sticky fingers in. It was bad enough the resident alien was... Jack couldn't even think what that bastard was corrupting his kid with. He didn't need McKay trying any of his perverted McKay wiles on Daniel, because there were definitely wiles. But, if it came down to a decision for Daniel, he would gladly hand him over to McKay in bows before letting that damned snake have him.
Again, that decision was not his to make. Shifting in his chair, he felt the need to let his presence be known. What better way than with a subtle shift in the atmosphere? Of course what came out shook him and probably would have choked a horse.
Across the lab, Rodney dropped the piece he was holding and started to gag. Beside him, Daniel's eyes started to water. Both men rushed for the door, trying to fight off the effects of what surely was a dead skunk. Grabbing the door, Rodney rushed through it and hit the bio-hazard alarm on his way out.
Jack, who had been furthest from the door, didn't have time to make it out before the door sealed and oxygen masks fell from the ceiling. Grabbing the closest one, he strapped it over his face to wait it out. There was nothing he could do but that. It didn't help matters none that he released another one then another one.
In the hall, Daniel and Rodney were still partially gagging from the stench.
Rubbing at his eyes, Daniel groaned in disgust. "My god, that has got to be the worst he has ever let."
"You mean it came from," Rodney couldn't finish as he was back to retching.
"Yes!" Sliding along corridor, Daniel used the walls to guide him. "Until that place airs out, or the hazmat team deals with him, then your lab is out of commission. I've got a few things in my lab I want to deal with, so I'll see you around." He didn't wait for Rodney to regain his breath long enough to reply before heading off.
Reaching in to his pocket, he felt the comfortable weight of the parts and couldn't explain why they made him feel secure. He avoided the path of the other people as they came down the corridor towards Rodney's lab. They would want to talk to Rodney about why his lab was quarantined and why Jack was locked inside it.
Upon reaching the bend in the hall, he knew that his lab was only a few short paces away. Opening his still stinging eyes, Daniel saw that his lab door was secured still. He reached in to his pocket and pulled out the pass pen to run it over the scanner. The door opened with a buzz. Daniel quickly slid inside and slammed the door shut. Once in, he was able to breathe safely. For another unknown reason, he just felt safer now.
Rushing to his lab top, he pulled open a drawer next to the sink and emptied his pocket in to it. Gently closing the drawer, he let out a sigh of relief. The parts were safe and he wasn't caught in the process. He didn't want to think why stealing alien parts seemed like a good idea. Besides, he had another engagement to attend shortly.
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Exiting hyperspace, the Tollan scout ship Suvalis immeadietly began preparations for scanning the planet below them. The crew in a near slumbering state, roused to the sounds of the ship's readiness bells. As they began to ready themselves for a day of work, the ship was suddenly rocked by an explosion.
Two more blasts perferated the hull before the shield was activated. Too late the skeleton crew on the command deck tried to scan for their attackers. Another blast from outside the shield blinded their sensors. Suddenly two massive explosions on either side of the ship sent violent shock waves towards the ship, crushing it between them.
A third explosion signaled the destruction of the Tollan vessel.
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Pouring the rum in to her glass to top off the coke, Katherine Langford stared at it a little tipsy. Humming to herself, she grabbed the scotch on the rocks for Ernest along with her own drink and turned for the living room. They were going to celebrate their third wedding aniversary tonight and she was intent on getting damned good and drunk. It wasn't often she went against doctor's orders, but it had been so long since she had a drink, she figured why the hell not.
"Hurry up, Katherine!"
"I'm carrying them as fast as I can, you old coot! Keep your slippers on, that viagra won't kick in for a while yet anyways!" Muttering to herself about impatient men and how they never changed, she nearly tripped over her own feet. After catching her balance, she looked down to make sure the drinks were still intact. Wouldn't want to have to spend more time in the kitchen under the influence, who knew what she might get up to with these new meds.
Just as she was about to look up again, a shadow covered her path. Smiling, she sighed. "I told you I was coming... Sweet jesus!" Dropping the glasses in shock, Katherine put a hand to her mouth. "It can't be, you're dead!"
Holding up the bottle of wine he was carrying, Daniel grinned at her. "Um, surprise?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" She was about to rush to him, when she stepped on the broken glass beneath her and crushed it under her shoes. "Damn, those were from Paris, 1929."
"I'm actually here to wish you a happy aniversary." Bending down to help her pick up the glass, Daniel avoided hitting her head with his. Setting his own bottle on the floor, he held out his hands to recieve the glass as she picked it up. "From your words, I take it tonight was going to be special and decided to just come in and wish you well before going back to the mountain."
"What? Oh, yes, I mean no, Daniel, how is it that you are alive?" She finished picking up the glass and threw a hand towel on the liquid. "I was at your public funeral, Daniel, they said it was for real this time! Don't tell me you've been living on another planet again. I've been to three of your funerals, I can't afford anymore flowers!"
"Whoa, hold on, Katherine, there won't be another funeral, I'm fine!" Daniel tossed the glass in a trash can. Taking her in to his arms, he held her firmly to his chest. "See, flesh and blood, in the person, talking with you."
Katherine shook her head in disbelief, but allowed herself to hug him back. Placing her ear to his chest, she listened for a heart beat, only relaxing when she was sure it was his, not her own. Gripping him tight, she made sure he was real there too. "Tell me I have not completely taken leave of my senses."
"You're still sane." Daniel frowned as he stared down upon her. "Or at least I think you are. This could all be a delusion and you might want to seek professional help." Laughing as she swatted his arm, Daniel set her back far enough to bend over and pick up the bottle of wine. "Here, this is for you. Happy anniversary."
"Dr. Jackson?" Appearing in the doorway, George held his hat under his arm. "Ma'am, I am sorry to interupt, but something has arrisen at the base that requires both mine and Dr. Jackson's attention."
"Well, damn." Hand lingering on Daniel's arm, Katherine frowned. "If you are sure."
"I brought Dr. Jackson here under the assumption it wouldn't be long to begin with. I had no idea it would be this short." Giving her a hopeful glance, George nodded at her understanding look. "Dr. Jackson, if you would come with me, I'll escourt you safely back to the base."
"Sorry, Katherine, may be a little longer next time." After giving her one final hug, he turned and followed the General out of the kitchen. Back in the living room, he shook Ernest's hand. "Good to see you again, Ernest, make sure she's happy."
"Take care, Dr. Jackson." Ernest waved his guests to the door, putting an arm around Katherine's.
"Good bye, Daniel, do take care. You too, General, I will see you again very soon." Katherine waved at them until the car disappeared from sight. She was closing the door when Ernest pounced. "Wait! You don't want the neighbors to see!"
"Who cares what the neighbors see!"
In the car, Daniel quickly glanced away from the mirror, grinning at George. "What is the emergency?"
"There wasn't one." Holding up his cell phone, Hammond showed it was set for autoring. He placed it back on the dash and sat back to drive the car. "I over heard Dr. Lanford in the kitchen just as you did. Thankfully I always come prepared."
"Yes, thankfully." Watching the trees slip past them as they turned back to the interstate, Daniel sighed whistfully. It wasn't very often he got out passed the mountain, this was the farthest he had been since coming back. "I want to thank you for allowing me to come tonight, General. It means a lot that I got to see them happy."
"I understand, son. It was my pleasure to ensure you arrived safely." While keeping an eye on the road, he observed Daniel out of the corner of his eye. He watched as the younger man shifted from time to time, watching the slowly greening landscape go by. After Daniel's third try at getting comfortable, George cleared his throat. "I understand your unease, Dr. Jackson, but this can't be helped. You do understand our reasons for not allowing you to leave, correct?"
"This isn't my world anymore, General." Daniel straightened his posture and faced forwards. Sitting up in his seat, he ignored the nagging sensation that this conversation caused. "They all think I'm dead and for security reasons you don't want to disabuse them of that notion. The fact that a dead guy is held in such high esteem is the cause of all my problems."
"About that, I want you to know that Dr. Weissman is no longer with the project. In fact, she and the now lieutenant Gussman should be off my base by the time we return." There was a pause in his planned speech for responce from Daniel. If he expected anything but silence, he didn't let on. "Until you are completely briefed on all that has been happening, I can't officially reappoint you as the head of Archeological Studies."
"And I'm not asking you to. In fact, General, I am quite happy right where I am. There is just one complaint I have."
"Yes?"
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"Done, General, as a matter of fact, I'll see to her removal personally." Saluting the older man, Colonel Maybourne turned on heel and walked out of General Hammond's office.
Still in his dress blues, Hammond felt a major headache coming on. Just how in the hell had a good command turned in to a playground? He didn't expect things to run smoothly all the time, but when one of his own people were treated like this, it just made the whole thing seem juvenile. Hammond was just about to pick up the phone and call for the new head of Archeological Studies when his comm buzzed. He pressed the button reluctantly. "What is it, Marlene?"
"Sir, there is a Dr. W. H. Orion and Captain Harkness to see you."
"Thank you, send them in." Putting back on his dress hat, George went back to business as usual.
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Jack glared at his three team mates. He hated them so damn much. Correction, he loathed their very existence. Allowing the crazy woman with the scrub brush to clean his soapy ass was the last straw for his dignity. Standing against the frosted glass partition that only came up to his neck, Jack lowered his head in embarassment. This was just so humiliating.
After having been stripped and his clothes burned by the hazmat team, Jack had been escourted to a containment unit where he was closely monitored for toxic emissions. When they had cleared him of being a bio-hazard, they had deloused him and used a variety of skin burning cleansers on him. This was the final phase of the decontamination, having the source of the contamination scrubbed clean to prevent further out breaks.
Seeing Daniel fall over against the slowly crumbling Sheppard did it for Jack. Oh, yes, he was going to make them pay for this. They thought it was funny, but he would have the last laugh. When they least suspected it, he would make them very sorry. Then he would... "Ouch! Hey, watch it with that thing!"
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John tried to reconcile what he had been experiencing with his mission and came up empty. How did you explain that your new superior was considered a walking bio-hazard? What was the word on an archeologist who had been resurrected more times than a certain son of a certain being? Was there a cure for arrogance that didn't involve strangling McKay?
There was also the collection of gremlins that made up the tech department. Every where he went he swore he saw something lurking in the shadows watching him from the shadows. They would always scurry away when he got close or shape shift in to men in blue coveralls working on something or another. But he could spot them, their beedy little eyes glowed when light was shown in them.
As a matter of fact, he was chasing one now. He knew they were around here somewhere. One of them had stolen his cell phone from his locker when he had left it open to bend over and tie his shoe. When he looked around, all he saw was a shadow heading out of the locker room. He knew it was a grimlen because Harry had warned him earlier.