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femslash_fluffSo Kimly, if i mix fluff and angst together, what do I call it? flangst? hope this is OK.
Title: Second Coming part 3
Author:raginhoops
Feedback: raginhoops@aol.com
Rating: Primetime.
Pairing: preslash Sam/Janet Vala/AU Sam
Fandom: SG1
Disclaimer: The show and the characters belong to the producers and creators of SG1. I am borrowing them for fun not profit.
Spoilers: “Heroes”
Note: challege : sam /janet off world with a rope
Janet Fraiser rushed toward the gate room with a med pack and off world gear. She checked all zippers and cl
asps on her fallout suit as she power walked through the corridors. Excitement, fear, and hope clashed and vied for dominance; there were survivors on her world and she was going to go there with SG-1.
Waiting to step into the glistening wall in front of her, she felt a hand squeeze her elbow. Carter smiled through the visored headgear. Vala stepped beside her protesting, “I don’t see a reason that I should have to go to a burned out planet. I mean what can I do?”
Teal’c grabbed her arm as she attempted to sneak back. “You are now part of SG1. Our mission is rescue and recovery. I believe that you are quite expert in the latter.” He handed over a coil of rope for her to shoulder. “This is for the group in the well. You are in charge of that operation.”
“In charge? Me?” She suddenly looked very pleased with herself. “They’re giving me a command,” she said to the grunts beside her. As she stepped through she wondered out loud, “I wonder if anyone hid anything in those wells.”
A field hospital was set up beside an old well system outside of a military complex in Kansas. There appeared to be nearly 100 fall out victims that had made it to this shelter. The rest of the crews that had been in bunkers at the time of the detonations had already been transported out. Vala set up the pulley and rope and set it down the black hole listening to it uncoil and hit bottom. “About 100 meters, give or take.” She grabbed the rope and quickly rappelled into the deep. The “Tally ho” faded in seconds.
Janet paced like a caged cat awaiting the last group to emerge. She helped the first person catch the edge of the well and found herself staring into the face of her nemesis. Yes, it was Sa.man.tha Carter. If anyone would have the luck to survive a nuclear attack, it would be her.
“Janet? You survived?” She hugged her through the heavy suit. “I lost track of you since my transfer.”
“What about Ellen?” Carter grew grave.
“She was in Washington when it hit.” She shook her head.
“I’m sorry. Let’s get you to the tent. You have some old burn scars that need a looking to.” Janet led Carter down the path. “You were lucky to find this system to hide in.”
“Artesian water source and plenty of rats.”
“I‘ll bet our MRE’s are looking like Wolfgang Puck’s about now.”
“You bet. Hey, I know that I’ve done you wrong. The last eight weeks down there gave me plenty to reflect on. I hope that we can patch things up. There isn’t much of our world left. I’d hate it if we couldn’t get past what Ellen and I put you through.”
“I know what you’re saying. We’ll talk about it later.” Janet couldn’t believe the sheer audacity of this woman. * Forgive her? I’d like to throw her back down that dark hole and seal it forever.*
Carter shrugged, “ You know she left me.”
“I didn’t”.
“For goddamned Nicky.”
“Serves you right.”
“Serves her right too. Nicky’s a bitch. Besides, she didn’t much like sex.”
“Way too much information, Carter.”
“Sorry.”
After a moment of silence, Janet said, “I could of told you that.”
Back at the well, Vala emerged triumphant. She recoiled the rope and walked back to the transport with a certain satisfied feeling. She was keeping a piece of this rope. It was her first truly altruistic job. Maybe this change in career was good for her. Besides, the Carter from this world was kind of hot. Coordinating the evacuation with her had been laden with interesting glances and several lapses in military jargon that seemed dangerously close to double entendres. The Carter that she knew would have had a conniption fit at Vala’s suggestions of what other uses a good nylon rope would have. This one suggested a night out and a little fur lining.
Title: Second Coming part 3
Author:raginhoops
Feedback: raginhoops@aol.com
Rating: Primetime.
Pairing: preslash Sam/Janet Vala/AU Sam
Fandom: SG1
Disclaimer: The show and the characters belong to the producers and creators of SG1. I am borrowing them for fun not profit.
Spoilers: “Heroes”
Note: challege : sam /janet off world with a rope
Janet Fraiser rushed toward the gate room with a med pack and off world gear. She checked all zippers and cl
asps on her fallout suit as she power walked through the corridors. Excitement, fear, and hope clashed and vied for dominance; there were survivors on her world and she was going to go there with SG-1.
Waiting to step into the glistening wall in front of her, she felt a hand squeeze her elbow. Carter smiled through the visored headgear. Vala stepped beside her protesting, “I don’t see a reason that I should have to go to a burned out planet. I mean what can I do?”
Teal’c grabbed her arm as she attempted to sneak back. “You are now part of SG1. Our mission is rescue and recovery. I believe that you are quite expert in the latter.” He handed over a coil of rope for her to shoulder. “This is for the group in the well. You are in charge of that operation.”
“In charge? Me?” She suddenly looked very pleased with herself. “They’re giving me a command,” she said to the grunts beside her. As she stepped through she wondered out loud, “I wonder if anyone hid anything in those wells.”
A field hospital was set up beside an old well system outside of a military complex in Kansas. There appeared to be nearly 100 fall out victims that had made it to this shelter. The rest of the crews that had been in bunkers at the time of the detonations had already been transported out. Vala set up the pulley and rope and set it down the black hole listening to it uncoil and hit bottom. “About 100 meters, give or take.” She grabbed the rope and quickly rappelled into the deep. The “Tally ho” faded in seconds.
Janet paced like a caged cat awaiting the last group to emerge. She helped the first person catch the edge of the well and found herself staring into the face of her nemesis. Yes, it was Sa.man.tha Carter. If anyone would have the luck to survive a nuclear attack, it would be her.
“Janet? You survived?” She hugged her through the heavy suit. “I lost track of you since my transfer.”
“What about Ellen?” Carter grew grave.
“She was in Washington when it hit.” She shook her head.
“I’m sorry. Let’s get you to the tent. You have some old burn scars that need a looking to.” Janet led Carter down the path. “You were lucky to find this system to hide in.”
“Artesian water source and plenty of rats.”
“I‘ll bet our MRE’s are looking like Wolfgang Puck’s about now.”
“You bet. Hey, I know that I’ve done you wrong. The last eight weeks down there gave me plenty to reflect on. I hope that we can patch things up. There isn’t much of our world left. I’d hate it if we couldn’t get past what Ellen and I put you through.”
“I know what you’re saying. We’ll talk about it later.” Janet couldn’t believe the sheer audacity of this woman. * Forgive her? I’d like to throw her back down that dark hole and seal it forever.*
Carter shrugged, “ You know she left me.”
“I didn’t”.
“For goddamned Nicky.”
“Serves you right.”
“Serves her right too. Nicky’s a bitch. Besides, she didn’t much like sex.”
“Way too much information, Carter.”
“Sorry.”
After a moment of silence, Janet said, “I could of told you that.”
Back at the well, Vala emerged triumphant. She recoiled the rope and walked back to the transport with a certain satisfied feeling. She was keeping a piece of this rope. It was her first truly altruistic job. Maybe this change in career was good for her. Besides, the Carter from this world was kind of hot. Coordinating the evacuation with her had been laden with interesting glances and several lapses in military jargon that seemed dangerously close to double entendres. The Carter that she knew would have had a conniption fit at Vala’s suggestions of what other uses a good nylon rope would have. This one suggested a night out and a little fur lining.
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Date: 2006-08-13 09:32 pm (UTC)I'm lost
who's world are we on? we keep mixing alternate realities and we're gonna new new pronouns and name designations
but interesting
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