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crossoverficHere's the first part of an in-progress crossover fic involving the shows Being Human, True Blood, and Angel. The main reason I wrote it is certain events in the season finales of the first two shows gave me good fodder for a crossover fic. I added Angel into the mix because I've recently become a big fan of the show, and honestly, because I couldn't resist cramming as much gorgeous vamp eye candy into one place as possible ;).
A couple of notes. First, for those unfamiliar with Being Human and who are wondering why it is that Mitchell can eat and doesn't turn to ash in sunlight, the reason is the creators of the show threw out virtually every component of the traditional vampire myth and came up with one of their own. In this mythology, vampires drink blood not because they need it to survive, but because being "turned" makes them into blood addicts. That's why Mitchell can do everything a human does and isn't affected by sunlight.
Finally, I've only seen the majority of the first four seasons of Angel, so there are some gaps in my knowledge of it and its characters :}. Anyone who is more familiar with the show than me, feel free to (gently) correct me if something seems too OOC, whether it's style of speaking, behavior, or something else, and I'll gladly fix it :]. Enjoy :)!
Title: "Choosing Sides"
Author: jackdavfan692
Fandoms: Being Human/True Blood/Angel
Rating: PG-17, for a bit of strong language
Warnings: Strong language and brief, infrequent mentions of past acts of violence
Characters: Being Human- Mitchell, George, Nina, Annie, Herrick, and Daisy; True Blood- Eric, Bill, Sookie, Pam, Alcide, Sam, Russell Edgington, Jessica, Jésus, Lafayette, and Queen Sophie-Anne; Angel- Angel, Spike, Wesley, Gunn, Illyria, Harmony, Lorne, Cordelia, and Connor
Summary: When the leaders of two factions of vampires, both determined to conquer humanity, forge a partnership, an alliance of sympathetic vampires, supernatural beings, and unique humans, all hailing from two countries, forms to beat back the threat.
Spoilers: The first two seasons of Being Human, the first three seasons of True Blood up to the episode “I Smell A Rat”, and all five seasons of Angel up to the episode “Time Bomb”
Notes: This is speculative for the next season of Being Human, and mostly AC for True Blood after the S3 episode “I Smell A Rat”. It is true to the canon for Angel up to the S5 episode “Time Bomb”, except in terms of what was revealed about Cordelia at the end of the episode “You’re Welcome”. In the background canon for this fic, her waking up from the coma was not an astral projection created by the Powers That Be, but something that actually happened.
Disclaimer: Being Human is the property of the BBC & Toby Whithouse, True Blood is owned by Alan Ball & HBO, and Angel belongs to Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt
Prologue
England
A knock on the dark, heavy, wooden door rouses Mitchell from his spot on the couch, where he had dozed off while watching television. After reaching the door, he opens it cautiously. Upon seeing who the visitor is, a look of extreme displeasure appears on his face.
Closing the door behind him and stepping a few feet away from it, Mitchell asks coldly, “What do you want, Daisy? And how did you find us, anyway?”
The female vampire chuckles with cold amusement, then says, “It wasn’t that hard, considering I started tracking your murderer girlfriend after you abandoned the hunt.” Looking past Mitchell toward the door briefly, Daisy adds, “Where is she, by the way? Inside?”
“No, she isn’t.” Mitchell answers. “She’s dead.”
Smiling wickedly, Daisy says, “So you did kill her after all! I always knew you had a taste for it.”
Bitterly, Mitchell replies, “Sorry to disappoint you, but no, it wasn’t me. The fanatical holy man who really masterminded everything did.” He stops then, and shaking his head, gives a brief, scornful laugh. Following that, he says, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. You don’t care.” After a brief pause, during which he returns to a more serious demeanor, Mitchell says, “You still haven’t answered me. Why the hell are you here?”
The devious smile returns to Daisy’s face, and she replies, “Herrick has returned to us.”
Doing his utmost not to betray the intense worry arising within him, Mitchell asks, “How? George killed him. I saw it with my own eyes.”
“We gave him our blood, and brought him back.” Daisy answers.
“ ‘We’? What do you mean, ‘we’?” Mitchell answers.
“Me and the child killer you told us you’d executed.” The female vampire replies.
“Okay, so?” Mitchell fires back. “We’ve beaten him before. We can do it again.”
Chuckling scornfully, Daisy tells him, “It won’t be so easy this time.”
“Why not?” Mitchell asks.
“While Herrick was looking for new recruits to the cause, he met a vampire in the American state of Mississippi with the same ambition. They made an alliance, and they’ll start the campaign once they’ve both put together a nice little army.” Daisy answers.
“Why are you telling me all this?” Mitchell resumes. “Did our blood-fueled fuck after our massacre of all the people on that train suddenly make you care about me?”
Daisy laughs briefly, then says, “I couldn’t care less what happens to you and your pets. I just thought you should know that from now on, you had better watch your back. See you later, lover.” With that, Daisy turns around and walks away. Mitchell does the same and heads in the opposite direction, back into the house.
As Mitchell walks through the door, all pretense of confidence and self-assurance disappears.
“Who was it?” George asks, coming out of his and Nina’s bedroom.
“Daisy.” Mitchell answers, closing the door behind him.
Seeing the troubled look on the vampire’s face, George asks, “ What is it, Mitchell? What did she say?”
“Herrick’s back. She and another vampire resurrected him, and he’s made an alliance with an American vampire who wants the same thing he does.” Mitchell answers.
“So basically, we’re screwed, along with the rest of humanity.” Nina, who had come out of the kitchen with Annie, comments with resentment.
“Not yet, we aren’t.” Mitchell says.
“What can we do? There’s no telling when they formed their alliance. Both could have the makings of an army by now!” George laments.
“I don’t know that we need to worry about standing against an army just yet. From what Daisy told me, the two of them have just started putting together their forces.” The vampire tells him. “I’ll find out for sure how far along they are in their preparations.”
“It’ll be easy enough to find out what Herrick’s up to, but how are you going to get information about this new American ally of his?” Annie asks.
“I know someone there in the country who might be able to help.” Mitchell answers.
Looking at him with surprise, George inquires, “When were you in the United States?”
“That’s not where I met him. We crossed paths a long time ago in the European mainland, when I was still…wandering. We went our separate ways a few days later, and never saw each other again.” The vampire replies.
“Then how do you know that’s where he is?” George asks.
“Even though we never met again after that, through the years, I’d hear the occasional story or bit of information about where he was or what he’d been up to.” Mitchell explains. “The last I heard, he’d settled somewhere in Louisiana. If I can find him, he might be able to give us information about this ally of Herrick’s.” Mitchell pauses for a brief moment, then resumes. “The only thing is, going means the three of you will be alone here. I’ll be gone for a few days at least, and that’ll make it easier for him to get to you if he decides to come after you. I nearly lost all of you once. I don’t want it to happen again.”
Putting on a brave face to reassure Mitchell, George tells him, “We’ll be fine, Mitchell. If this acquaintance of yours can tell us something about this ally Herrick has, it might give us a better idea of what we’re facing.”
Sighing reluctantly, Mitchell replies, “Okay. I’d better start looking into plane flights, then.”
“Yeah.” George agrees, nodding. “When are you thinking of leaving?” he asks.
“Sometime tomorrow, hopefully.” The vampire answers. “The sooner I can see him, the better.”
“Right, exactly.” The werewolf replies, nodding again. “We’d better let you get to work on finding a flight.” He adds.
“Yeah.” Mitchell agrees. “Dinner in a few hours, right?”
“Right.” George answers. “Nina’s the chef tonight, so that should be interesting.” He adds, not unkindly.
“I can’t wait.” The vampire says, smiling briefly. “I’ll be in my room if you guys need anything.”
“Yeah.” George replies, nodding. With that, the four housemates go about their business: Mitchell to finding a flight to the United States, and Nina and Annie, followed by George, to the kitchen to start on preparing dinner.
Bon Temps, Louisiana
Bill gets up at the sound of a knock on his door, and opens it. Putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans, he inquires neutrally, “Eric. What brings you here?”
“Evening, Bill.” The other vampire replies in the same tone. “May I come in?”
“If you must.” Bill answers, the slightest tone of annoyance audible in his voice. He then takes a few steps back to give his guest space to come inside.
“Thank you.” Eric says politely, crossing the threshold.
After giving a brief nod and closing the door, Bill resumes. Coolly, he asks, “What do you want, Eric?”
“Your help in taking care of a potentially disastrous situation.” He answers.
Smirking, Bill replies, “Now, what makes you think I would want to help you with anything?”
Eric smiles slyly for a moment, then growing serious again, says, “Because in this case, getting the situation under control is in both our interests.”
Bill regards him coolly for a moment, then replies, “Go on. What is the nature of this, to use your words, potentially disastrous situation?”
“Russell Edgington’s plan to increase his power.” Eric answers. “At first, I thought he just wanted to consolidate it in this region. But after his ranting declaration on the news last night, I believe he has loftier ambitions. Whatever they are, they’re likely to cause both of us trouble.” The tall vampire pauses for a brief moment, then continues. “If the campaign of terror Russell called for last night is allowed to proceed, whenever that may be, it’s going to affect my business. I also have a more personal reason for wanting him to meet the true death, but I’d prefer to keep that to myself for the time being.”
“Fair enough.” Bill replies, nodding slightly. “Go on.”
“We both know why Russell Edgington’s death would be in your best interest.” Eric tells him.
Giving another slight nod, Bill says, “Sookie.”
“Yes.” The other vampire agrees. “You already know that Russell wants her because of what she is, and what her blood can do. If he were killed, her safety would be assured.”
“Yes, yes it would.” Bill agrees, nodding a third time.
“So tell me, Bill. What’s your answer?” Eric asks, folding his arms in front of his chest.
“I’ll consider it.” He answers.
“Very well, but don’t take too much time deciding. The sooner we can start looking into Russell’s plans, the better our chances when he begins putting them into action.” Eric replies. “If you should decide to accept my offer, meet me tomorrow night at ten in my office at Fangtasia.”
“Alright. Perhaps I’ll see you then.” Bill replies.
“I hope I will.” Eric says, starting toward the door.
“I’ll walk you out.” The other vampire says in return, following him. Eric stops and waits for Bill to get in front of him and open the door. When Bill has done so, Eric steps outside.
Before heading back out into the night, Eric turns around. Holding out a hand, he says, “Have a good evening, Bill.”
“And you.” He replies, shaking Eric’s hand. Bill’s guest then leaves, and he closes and locks the door behind him.
Los Angeles, California- Wolfram and Hart
As Angel passes by on his way back to his office, he stops at the reception desk.
Putting his right hand on the edge of it, he says, “Harmony, I need you to arrange for a pilot to take Spike and me to Louisiana. After you’ve done that, it would be great if you could look into hotel reservations for us.”
“Okay, boss, right away.” She answers. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. Tell everyone I need to see them in my office.” Angel replies.
“Yes sir, I’ll get right on it.” Harmony says. “Is that all?”
“Yeah, thanks.” Angel answers, taking his hand off the edge of the desk.
“No problem.” The female vampire says. Following that, she gets to work, and Angel continues on to his office.
Half an hour later, the rest of the team, including Illyria, gathers upstairs in Angel’s office. Turning away from the large picture window, Angel returns to his desk.
Putting both hands down flat on the edge of it and leaning forward slightly, he says, “Wesley, Gunn, I need you two to keep an eye on things here for a few days. Would you guys do that?”
“Of course.” Wesley answers. “But what are you going to do that you have to be away from the office for that amount of time?”
“I have to go to Louisiana for a few days.” Angel tells them.
“Louisiana? Whatever for?” the Englishman asks curiously.
“While I was visiting Cordelia earlier tonight, she had a vision. It showed her this place there, a nightclub or something, called Fangtasia.” Angel explains.
Raising his eyebrows, Gunn remarks, Fangtasia? Seriously?” Angel nods. “Pretty clear what frequents the place, then.” Gunn adds.
“Yes, very.” Wesley agrees. “That could be the reason Cordelia saw it in her vision.” He suggests, looking at Angel.
“That’s what I thought, too.” He says. “But when I asked her if it was, she just said I had to go as soon as possible.”
“Did she see anything else? Any other images?” Wesley resumes.
“Yeah, glimpses of three different people.” Angel answers. “The first one was this really tall guy with short, dark brown hair. She saw him right after the first image of this Fangtasia place. After that, she saw a kind of scruffy guy with curly black hair. The last person she saw was this fifty-something year old guy. He was in a newsroom with a reporter who was giving a live broadcast, and he pulled the guy’s spine out. That was the last thing she saw.” The final piece of information elicits a brief, wide-eyed look of horror from everyone present, save Illyria.
“Since he appeared in conjunction with Cordelia’s first glimpse of this ‘Fangtasia’, I think it’s safe to say the first man she saw is a vampire who is connected to it somehow.” Wesley reasons. Angel nods in agreement, so the former Watcher continues. “It’s the other two people who are a mystery. Did Cordelia tell you anything about either of them that could help us figure out who or what they are, and how they might be connected to this vampire or the nightclub?”
“I asked her if she had any idea what they might be, but she couldn’t say. Her vision didn’t give her any other information, either.” Angel answers.
“So we’re mostly in the dark about this, then.” Wesley muses.
“Yeah, you could say that.” The vampire agrees, nodding. “If you guys could find out something more about any of this before I leave, that would be great.”
“We’ll start on it right away.” Wesley assures him, nodding.
“Thanks.” Angel replies.
“Of course.” Wesley says. “One last thing before we go.” He adds.
“Yeah? What is it?” Angel asks.
“You aren’t going alone, are you? A nightclub full of vampires is going to be quite a challenge, even for you.” Wesley points out.
“No, I’m not.” Angel answers, shaking his head. “I thought I’d invite Spike along.” He says, glancing in the other vampire’s direction.
“Me?” Spike asks, mildly surprised.
“Yeah.” Angel answers.
Making a sour look, Spike says, “I don’t know if I can stomach being stuck in a hotel room with you, much less be around you the whole time for the next few days.”
Looking at him with annoyance, Angel replies, “It’s not exactly my idea of a good time, either, but I’ll probably need the help once we get into the nightclub.”
“Let me see if I have this right. We’re going to Louisiana, and once we’ve figured out where this place is, we’ll storm in and kill any patrons that give us trouble.” Spike states dryly.
“Right.” Angel responds, nodding. “So, will you go?”
“Why the bloody hell not. A little thrill-seeking once in a while is always fun.” The blonde vampire replies.
“Good.” Angel says.
“Alright. We had better get to work.” Wesley says, smiling slightly.
“Yeah.” Angel agrees, nodding. “Come up when you’ve found something, and I’ll take a look.”
“We will.” Wesley replies, giving a slight nod.
“Great, we’ll talk some more then.” Angel says. Wesley nods in acknowledgment, then heads out of the office, followed by Spike, Gunn, Lorne, and finally Illyria. When everyone has left, Angel goes off to pack for the trip.
A couple of hours later, Wesley, holding a thin stack of papers in his right hand, pokes his head in the door and calls, “Angel?”
Looking up from the pile of papers on his desk, the Wolfram and Hart CEO replies, “Come on in.” Pushing the pile aside when Wesley has reached him, Angel asks, “So what did you find out?”
“Quite a bit, actually, at least concerning the nightclub, really just a bar, and the vampire that appeared at the beginning of the vision.” Wesley answers, handing over the papers. Angel simply glances at them and puts them down on his desk, choosing instead to give the Englishman the majority of his attention. Picking up on the unspoken hint in Angel’s inquiring look, Wesley resumes. “The vampire’s name is Eric Northman. He came to the country several years ago, and has been here ever since.”
“Northman, huh?” Angel remarks. Wesley nods. “Interesting name. What’s its origin?”
“I believe it’s an English translation of a Norse name.” Wesley answers.
“Norse? As in Viking?” Angel exclaims.
“Yes, exactly.”
An awed look briefly crossing his face, Angel muses, “So he’s been around for a while.”
“For several thousand years, at least.” Wesley says, nodding. “Would you like me to…?”
“Yeah, sorry.” Angel replies. “So what else do we know about Mr. Northman?”
“His connection to the nightclub is more significant than I originally thought. He isn’t just a regular patron. He and a female vampire named Pam are co-owners of it.”
“Really?” Angel says with interest. Wesley nods. “That’s a new cover.” The vampire resumes. “Did you find anything about this Pam, the business partner you just said he has?”
“Nothing except that she arrived in the country at the same time he did.” Wesley answers, shaking his head. “If we had a last name, we might be able to learn more about her, but we don’t.”
Nodding understandingly, Angel says, “Okay. It’s a good start, at least. How about the bar? What did you find out about that?”
“Only two things, but both should provide plenty of information for you to use once you arrive in Louisiana.” Wesley tells him. Angel nods for him to continue, so the Demonology and sorcery scholar resumes. “It’s located in a strip mall in a town called Shreveport, and doesn’t open until after sundown, for obvious reasons.”
Angel nods knowingly in response, then asks, “You said you found out two things.” Wesley nods back. “What was the other one?”
“Vampires aren’t its only customers. Many of its regulars are actually humans. In fact, I would go so far as to say they, rather than vampires, are the main customers the owners want to attract.”
“So it’s a trap? They lure people in with food, drinks, and whatever else, then feed on them?” Angel asks.
“I may turn out to be completely wrong when you and Spike finally get into the bar, but no, I don’t think so. Everything in the information I found on the Internet indicates that it’s just a place where humans and vampires are regularly in close proximity to one another and interact in a manner other than victim and attacker.” Wesley answers.
“Is it enchanted with a spell that prevents the vampire customers from feeding on the human customers? Something like the one Lorne had put on his club to block demon violence?” Angel asks.
“I can’t be certain, but I don’t believe so, no.” Wesley answers, shaking his head.
“What other reason could there be?”
Wesley remains silent for a few minutes, thinking. Finally, he inquires, “Angel, have you heard about vampires publicly making their existence known to the world because they now have a synthetic alternative to human blood, and so have no need to feed on people?”
“Sure I have.” Angel answers. “But I thought all of that was just rumor. Are you saying Louisiana is an area where it actually happened, and that’s the reason the vampires and humans who come to the bar are so, you know, friendly with each other?”
"Yes. It’s one of many places where that’s happened. It’s quite a bit more than rumor.” Wesley explains. He pauses briefly, then continues. “If your suggestion that the bar is really a trap and the use of magic are eliminated from consideration, it’s the only possible explanation.”
“Even more of a reason to check it out, then.” Angel declares.
“Exactly my thinking.” Wesley agrees, nodding slightly. At that moment, the pair hears a knock on the door.
Looking toward it, Angel calls, “Come in.” Following the extension of the invitation, Harmony, her demeanor somewhat restrained, walks in.
Once she has reached Angel’s desk, she says, “Sorry for interrupting, boss, but I wanted to tell you that a pilot and a plane are ready for you.”
“Good.” Angel replies. “Is the hotel reservation all taken care of, too?”
“Yes. Here’s the paperwork with directions to the hotel, its name and address, and the rooms you were given.” Harmony answers, handing Angel the pages, which he proceeds to add to the stack Wesley had given him.
“Great, thanks.” The CEO says as he rummages through the drawers of his desk for an empty folder to put everything in. Once he has found one, he sets to putting the pile of papers in it. While doing so, he asks, “Is Spike ready to go?”
“Yeah, he’s waiting downstairs in the lobby.” Harmony informs him.
“Okay, then I’d better get going.” Angel remarks, getting out of his chair and grabbing a large, black, moderately full duffel bag from underneath his desk, along with the folder of papers. Harmony heads out of the office first, followed by Wesley and Angel, who are walking side by side. Just before the pair reaches the door, Angel stops and sets his things down. He then takes his black leather jacket off the coat rack and puts it on. When he has done that, he picks everything back up and continues out the door with Wesley. Before they head downstairs, Angel closes and locks the door behind them.
Ten minutes later, they are in the lobby.
As he clandestinely hands Wesley the key to his office, Angel says, “We’ll come back as soon as we can, but until then, it’s up to you and Gunn to keep things running smoothly.”
“Understood.” Wesley replies, nodding.
“Okay, I’ll keep in touch.” Angel answers. “If something comes up that you guys just can’t handle on your own, give me a call, and one of us will come right back.” Wesley nods again in response, then Angel adds, “See you in a few days.”
Nodding once more, Wesley answers, “We’ll see you then.” With that, Angel turns away and goes to join Spike. As the two vampires walk out side by side, Wesley turns around and starts walking back to the resource vault, Angel’s office key hidden securely in the pocket of his jeans.
A couple of notes. First, for those unfamiliar with Being Human and who are wondering why it is that Mitchell can eat and doesn't turn to ash in sunlight, the reason is the creators of the show threw out virtually every component of the traditional vampire myth and came up with one of their own. In this mythology, vampires drink blood not because they need it to survive, but because being "turned" makes them into blood addicts. That's why Mitchell can do everything a human does and isn't affected by sunlight.
Finally, I've only seen the majority of the first four seasons of Angel, so there are some gaps in my knowledge of it and its characters :}. Anyone who is more familiar with the show than me, feel free to (gently) correct me if something seems too OOC, whether it's style of speaking, behavior, or something else, and I'll gladly fix it :]. Enjoy :)!
Title: "Choosing Sides"
Author: jackdavfan692
Fandoms: Being Human/True Blood/Angel
Rating: PG-17, for a bit of strong language
Warnings: Strong language and brief, infrequent mentions of past acts of violence
Characters: Being Human- Mitchell, George, Nina, Annie, Herrick, and Daisy; True Blood- Eric, Bill, Sookie, Pam, Alcide, Sam, Russell Edgington, Jessica, Jésus, Lafayette, and Queen Sophie-Anne; Angel- Angel, Spike, Wesley, Gunn, Illyria, Harmony, Lorne, Cordelia, and Connor
Summary: When the leaders of two factions of vampires, both determined to conquer humanity, forge a partnership, an alliance of sympathetic vampires, supernatural beings, and unique humans, all hailing from two countries, forms to beat back the threat.
Spoilers: The first two seasons of Being Human, the first three seasons of True Blood up to the episode “I Smell A Rat”, and all five seasons of Angel up to the episode “Time Bomb”
Notes: This is speculative for the next season of Being Human, and mostly AC for True Blood after the S3 episode “I Smell A Rat”. It is true to the canon for Angel up to the S5 episode “Time Bomb”, except in terms of what was revealed about Cordelia at the end of the episode “You’re Welcome”. In the background canon for this fic, her waking up from the coma was not an astral projection created by the Powers That Be, but something that actually happened.
Disclaimer: Being Human is the property of the BBC & Toby Whithouse, True Blood is owned by Alan Ball & HBO, and Angel belongs to Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt
Prologue
England
A knock on the dark, heavy, wooden door rouses Mitchell from his spot on the couch, where he had dozed off while watching television. After reaching the door, he opens it cautiously. Upon seeing who the visitor is, a look of extreme displeasure appears on his face.
Closing the door behind him and stepping a few feet away from it, Mitchell asks coldly, “What do you want, Daisy? And how did you find us, anyway?”
The female vampire chuckles with cold amusement, then says, “It wasn’t that hard, considering I started tracking your murderer girlfriend after you abandoned the hunt.” Looking past Mitchell toward the door briefly, Daisy adds, “Where is she, by the way? Inside?”
“No, she isn’t.” Mitchell answers. “She’s dead.”
Smiling wickedly, Daisy says, “So you did kill her after all! I always knew you had a taste for it.”
Bitterly, Mitchell replies, “Sorry to disappoint you, but no, it wasn’t me. The fanatical holy man who really masterminded everything did.” He stops then, and shaking his head, gives a brief, scornful laugh. Following that, he says, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this. You don’t care.” After a brief pause, during which he returns to a more serious demeanor, Mitchell says, “You still haven’t answered me. Why the hell are you here?”
The devious smile returns to Daisy’s face, and she replies, “Herrick has returned to us.”
Doing his utmost not to betray the intense worry arising within him, Mitchell asks, “How? George killed him. I saw it with my own eyes.”
“We gave him our blood, and brought him back.” Daisy answers.
“ ‘We’? What do you mean, ‘we’?” Mitchell answers.
“Me and the child killer you told us you’d executed.” The female vampire replies.
“Okay, so?” Mitchell fires back. “We’ve beaten him before. We can do it again.”
Chuckling scornfully, Daisy tells him, “It won’t be so easy this time.”
“Why not?” Mitchell asks.
“While Herrick was looking for new recruits to the cause, he met a vampire in the American state of Mississippi with the same ambition. They made an alliance, and they’ll start the campaign once they’ve both put together a nice little army.” Daisy answers.
“Why are you telling me all this?” Mitchell resumes. “Did our blood-fueled fuck after our massacre of all the people on that train suddenly make you care about me?”
Daisy laughs briefly, then says, “I couldn’t care less what happens to you and your pets. I just thought you should know that from now on, you had better watch your back. See you later, lover.” With that, Daisy turns around and walks away. Mitchell does the same and heads in the opposite direction, back into the house.
As Mitchell walks through the door, all pretense of confidence and self-assurance disappears.
“Who was it?” George asks, coming out of his and Nina’s bedroom.
“Daisy.” Mitchell answers, closing the door behind him.
Seeing the troubled look on the vampire’s face, George asks, “ What is it, Mitchell? What did she say?”
“Herrick’s back. She and another vampire resurrected him, and he’s made an alliance with an American vampire who wants the same thing he does.” Mitchell answers.
“So basically, we’re screwed, along with the rest of humanity.” Nina, who had come out of the kitchen with Annie, comments with resentment.
“Not yet, we aren’t.” Mitchell says.
“What can we do? There’s no telling when they formed their alliance. Both could have the makings of an army by now!” George laments.
“I don’t know that we need to worry about standing against an army just yet. From what Daisy told me, the two of them have just started putting together their forces.” The vampire tells him. “I’ll find out for sure how far along they are in their preparations.”
“It’ll be easy enough to find out what Herrick’s up to, but how are you going to get information about this new American ally of his?” Annie asks.
“I know someone there in the country who might be able to help.” Mitchell answers.
Looking at him with surprise, George inquires, “When were you in the United States?”
“That’s not where I met him. We crossed paths a long time ago in the European mainland, when I was still…wandering. We went our separate ways a few days later, and never saw each other again.” The vampire replies.
“Then how do you know that’s where he is?” George asks.
“Even though we never met again after that, through the years, I’d hear the occasional story or bit of information about where he was or what he’d been up to.” Mitchell explains. “The last I heard, he’d settled somewhere in Louisiana. If I can find him, he might be able to give us information about this ally of Herrick’s.” Mitchell pauses for a brief moment, then resumes. “The only thing is, going means the three of you will be alone here. I’ll be gone for a few days at least, and that’ll make it easier for him to get to you if he decides to come after you. I nearly lost all of you once. I don’t want it to happen again.”
Putting on a brave face to reassure Mitchell, George tells him, “We’ll be fine, Mitchell. If this acquaintance of yours can tell us something about this ally Herrick has, it might give us a better idea of what we’re facing.”
Sighing reluctantly, Mitchell replies, “Okay. I’d better start looking into plane flights, then.”
“Yeah.” George agrees, nodding. “When are you thinking of leaving?” he asks.
“Sometime tomorrow, hopefully.” The vampire answers. “The sooner I can see him, the better.”
“Right, exactly.” The werewolf replies, nodding again. “We’d better let you get to work on finding a flight.” He adds.
“Yeah.” Mitchell agrees. “Dinner in a few hours, right?”
“Right.” George answers. “Nina’s the chef tonight, so that should be interesting.” He adds, not unkindly.
“I can’t wait.” The vampire says, smiling briefly. “I’ll be in my room if you guys need anything.”
“Yeah.” George replies, nodding. With that, the four housemates go about their business: Mitchell to finding a flight to the United States, and Nina and Annie, followed by George, to the kitchen to start on preparing dinner.
Bon Temps, Louisiana
Bill gets up at the sound of a knock on his door, and opens it. Putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans, he inquires neutrally, “Eric. What brings you here?”
“Evening, Bill.” The other vampire replies in the same tone. “May I come in?”
“If you must.” Bill answers, the slightest tone of annoyance audible in his voice. He then takes a few steps back to give his guest space to come inside.
“Thank you.” Eric says politely, crossing the threshold.
After giving a brief nod and closing the door, Bill resumes. Coolly, he asks, “What do you want, Eric?”
“Your help in taking care of a potentially disastrous situation.” He answers.
Smirking, Bill replies, “Now, what makes you think I would want to help you with anything?”
Eric smiles slyly for a moment, then growing serious again, says, “Because in this case, getting the situation under control is in both our interests.”
Bill regards him coolly for a moment, then replies, “Go on. What is the nature of this, to use your words, potentially disastrous situation?”
“Russell Edgington’s plan to increase his power.” Eric answers. “At first, I thought he just wanted to consolidate it in this region. But after his ranting declaration on the news last night, I believe he has loftier ambitions. Whatever they are, they’re likely to cause both of us trouble.” The tall vampire pauses for a brief moment, then continues. “If the campaign of terror Russell called for last night is allowed to proceed, whenever that may be, it’s going to affect my business. I also have a more personal reason for wanting him to meet the true death, but I’d prefer to keep that to myself for the time being.”
“Fair enough.” Bill replies, nodding slightly. “Go on.”
“We both know why Russell Edgington’s death would be in your best interest.” Eric tells him.
Giving another slight nod, Bill says, “Sookie.”
“Yes.” The other vampire agrees. “You already know that Russell wants her because of what she is, and what her blood can do. If he were killed, her safety would be assured.”
“Yes, yes it would.” Bill agrees, nodding a third time.
“So tell me, Bill. What’s your answer?” Eric asks, folding his arms in front of his chest.
“I’ll consider it.” He answers.
“Very well, but don’t take too much time deciding. The sooner we can start looking into Russell’s plans, the better our chances when he begins putting them into action.” Eric replies. “If you should decide to accept my offer, meet me tomorrow night at ten in my office at Fangtasia.”
“Alright. Perhaps I’ll see you then.” Bill replies.
“I hope I will.” Eric says, starting toward the door.
“I’ll walk you out.” The other vampire says in return, following him. Eric stops and waits for Bill to get in front of him and open the door. When Bill has done so, Eric steps outside.
Before heading back out into the night, Eric turns around. Holding out a hand, he says, “Have a good evening, Bill.”
“And you.” He replies, shaking Eric’s hand. Bill’s guest then leaves, and he closes and locks the door behind him.
Los Angeles, California- Wolfram and Hart
As Angel passes by on his way back to his office, he stops at the reception desk.
Putting his right hand on the edge of it, he says, “Harmony, I need you to arrange for a pilot to take Spike and me to Louisiana. After you’ve done that, it would be great if you could look into hotel reservations for us.”
“Okay, boss, right away.” She answers. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. Tell everyone I need to see them in my office.” Angel replies.
“Yes sir, I’ll get right on it.” Harmony says. “Is that all?”
“Yeah, thanks.” Angel answers, taking his hand off the edge of the desk.
“No problem.” The female vampire says. Following that, she gets to work, and Angel continues on to his office.
Half an hour later, the rest of the team, including Illyria, gathers upstairs in Angel’s office. Turning away from the large picture window, Angel returns to his desk.
Putting both hands down flat on the edge of it and leaning forward slightly, he says, “Wesley, Gunn, I need you two to keep an eye on things here for a few days. Would you guys do that?”
“Of course.” Wesley answers. “But what are you going to do that you have to be away from the office for that amount of time?”
“I have to go to Louisiana for a few days.” Angel tells them.
“Louisiana? Whatever for?” the Englishman asks curiously.
“While I was visiting Cordelia earlier tonight, she had a vision. It showed her this place there, a nightclub or something, called Fangtasia.” Angel explains.
Raising his eyebrows, Gunn remarks, Fangtasia? Seriously?” Angel nods. “Pretty clear what frequents the place, then.” Gunn adds.
“Yes, very.” Wesley agrees. “That could be the reason Cordelia saw it in her vision.” He suggests, looking at Angel.
“That’s what I thought, too.” He says. “But when I asked her if it was, she just said I had to go as soon as possible.”
“Did she see anything else? Any other images?” Wesley resumes.
“Yeah, glimpses of three different people.” Angel answers. “The first one was this really tall guy with short, dark brown hair. She saw him right after the first image of this Fangtasia place. After that, she saw a kind of scruffy guy with curly black hair. The last person she saw was this fifty-something year old guy. He was in a newsroom with a reporter who was giving a live broadcast, and he pulled the guy’s spine out. That was the last thing she saw.” The final piece of information elicits a brief, wide-eyed look of horror from everyone present, save Illyria.
“Since he appeared in conjunction with Cordelia’s first glimpse of this ‘Fangtasia’, I think it’s safe to say the first man she saw is a vampire who is connected to it somehow.” Wesley reasons. Angel nods in agreement, so the former Watcher continues. “It’s the other two people who are a mystery. Did Cordelia tell you anything about either of them that could help us figure out who or what they are, and how they might be connected to this vampire or the nightclub?”
“I asked her if she had any idea what they might be, but she couldn’t say. Her vision didn’t give her any other information, either.” Angel answers.
“So we’re mostly in the dark about this, then.” Wesley muses.
“Yeah, you could say that.” The vampire agrees, nodding. “If you guys could find out something more about any of this before I leave, that would be great.”
“We’ll start on it right away.” Wesley assures him, nodding.
“Thanks.” Angel replies.
“Of course.” Wesley says. “One last thing before we go.” He adds.
“Yeah? What is it?” Angel asks.
“You aren’t going alone, are you? A nightclub full of vampires is going to be quite a challenge, even for you.” Wesley points out.
“No, I’m not.” Angel answers, shaking his head. “I thought I’d invite Spike along.” He says, glancing in the other vampire’s direction.
“Me?” Spike asks, mildly surprised.
“Yeah.” Angel answers.
Making a sour look, Spike says, “I don’t know if I can stomach being stuck in a hotel room with you, much less be around you the whole time for the next few days.”
Looking at him with annoyance, Angel replies, “It’s not exactly my idea of a good time, either, but I’ll probably need the help once we get into the nightclub.”
“Let me see if I have this right. We’re going to Louisiana, and once we’ve figured out where this place is, we’ll storm in and kill any patrons that give us trouble.” Spike states dryly.
“Right.” Angel responds, nodding. “So, will you go?”
“Why the bloody hell not. A little thrill-seeking once in a while is always fun.” The blonde vampire replies.
“Good.” Angel says.
“Alright. We had better get to work.” Wesley says, smiling slightly.
“Yeah.” Angel agrees, nodding. “Come up when you’ve found something, and I’ll take a look.”
“We will.” Wesley replies, giving a slight nod.
“Great, we’ll talk some more then.” Angel says. Wesley nods in acknowledgment, then heads out of the office, followed by Spike, Gunn, Lorne, and finally Illyria. When everyone has left, Angel goes off to pack for the trip.
A couple of hours later, Wesley, holding a thin stack of papers in his right hand, pokes his head in the door and calls, “Angel?”
Looking up from the pile of papers on his desk, the Wolfram and Hart CEO replies, “Come on in.” Pushing the pile aside when Wesley has reached him, Angel asks, “So what did you find out?”
“Quite a bit, actually, at least concerning the nightclub, really just a bar, and the vampire that appeared at the beginning of the vision.” Wesley answers, handing over the papers. Angel simply glances at them and puts them down on his desk, choosing instead to give the Englishman the majority of his attention. Picking up on the unspoken hint in Angel’s inquiring look, Wesley resumes. “The vampire’s name is Eric Northman. He came to the country several years ago, and has been here ever since.”
“Northman, huh?” Angel remarks. Wesley nods. “Interesting name. What’s its origin?”
“I believe it’s an English translation of a Norse name.” Wesley answers.
“Norse? As in Viking?” Angel exclaims.
“Yes, exactly.”
An awed look briefly crossing his face, Angel muses, “So he’s been around for a while.”
“For several thousand years, at least.” Wesley says, nodding. “Would you like me to…?”
“Yeah, sorry.” Angel replies. “So what else do we know about Mr. Northman?”
“His connection to the nightclub is more significant than I originally thought. He isn’t just a regular patron. He and a female vampire named Pam are co-owners of it.”
“Really?” Angel says with interest. Wesley nods. “That’s a new cover.” The vampire resumes. “Did you find anything about this Pam, the business partner you just said he has?”
“Nothing except that she arrived in the country at the same time he did.” Wesley answers, shaking his head. “If we had a last name, we might be able to learn more about her, but we don’t.”
Nodding understandingly, Angel says, “Okay. It’s a good start, at least. How about the bar? What did you find out about that?”
“Only two things, but both should provide plenty of information for you to use once you arrive in Louisiana.” Wesley tells him. Angel nods for him to continue, so the Demonology and sorcery scholar resumes. “It’s located in a strip mall in a town called Shreveport, and doesn’t open until after sundown, for obvious reasons.”
Angel nods knowingly in response, then asks, “You said you found out two things.” Wesley nods back. “What was the other one?”
“Vampires aren’t its only customers. Many of its regulars are actually humans. In fact, I would go so far as to say they, rather than vampires, are the main customers the owners want to attract.”
“So it’s a trap? They lure people in with food, drinks, and whatever else, then feed on them?” Angel asks.
“I may turn out to be completely wrong when you and Spike finally get into the bar, but no, I don’t think so. Everything in the information I found on the Internet indicates that it’s just a place where humans and vampires are regularly in close proximity to one another and interact in a manner other than victim and attacker.” Wesley answers.
“Is it enchanted with a spell that prevents the vampire customers from feeding on the human customers? Something like the one Lorne had put on his club to block demon violence?” Angel asks.
“I can’t be certain, but I don’t believe so, no.” Wesley answers, shaking his head.
“What other reason could there be?”
Wesley remains silent for a few minutes, thinking. Finally, he inquires, “Angel, have you heard about vampires publicly making their existence known to the world because they now have a synthetic alternative to human blood, and so have no need to feed on people?”
“Sure I have.” Angel answers. “But I thought all of that was just rumor. Are you saying Louisiana is an area where it actually happened, and that’s the reason the vampires and humans who come to the bar are so, you know, friendly with each other?”
"Yes. It’s one of many places where that’s happened. It’s quite a bit more than rumor.” Wesley explains. He pauses briefly, then continues. “If your suggestion that the bar is really a trap and the use of magic are eliminated from consideration, it’s the only possible explanation.”
“Even more of a reason to check it out, then.” Angel declares.
“Exactly my thinking.” Wesley agrees, nodding slightly. At that moment, the pair hears a knock on the door.
Looking toward it, Angel calls, “Come in.” Following the extension of the invitation, Harmony, her demeanor somewhat restrained, walks in.
Once she has reached Angel’s desk, she says, “Sorry for interrupting, boss, but I wanted to tell you that a pilot and a plane are ready for you.”
“Good.” Angel replies. “Is the hotel reservation all taken care of, too?”
“Yes. Here’s the paperwork with directions to the hotel, its name and address, and the rooms you were given.” Harmony answers, handing Angel the pages, which he proceeds to add to the stack Wesley had given him.
“Great, thanks.” The CEO says as he rummages through the drawers of his desk for an empty folder to put everything in. Once he has found one, he sets to putting the pile of papers in it. While doing so, he asks, “Is Spike ready to go?”
“Yeah, he’s waiting downstairs in the lobby.” Harmony informs him.
“Okay, then I’d better get going.” Angel remarks, getting out of his chair and grabbing a large, black, moderately full duffel bag from underneath his desk, along with the folder of papers. Harmony heads out of the office first, followed by Wesley and Angel, who are walking side by side. Just before the pair reaches the door, Angel stops and sets his things down. He then takes his black leather jacket off the coat rack and puts it on. When he has done that, he picks everything back up and continues out the door with Wesley. Before they head downstairs, Angel closes and locks the door behind them.
Ten minutes later, they are in the lobby.
As he clandestinely hands Wesley the key to his office, Angel says, “We’ll come back as soon as we can, but until then, it’s up to you and Gunn to keep things running smoothly.”
“Understood.” Wesley replies, nodding.
“Okay, I’ll keep in touch.” Angel answers. “If something comes up that you guys just can’t handle on your own, give me a call, and one of us will come right back.” Wesley nods again in response, then Angel adds, “See you in a few days.”
Nodding once more, Wesley answers, “We’ll see you then.” With that, Angel turns away and goes to join Spike. As the two vampires walk out side by side, Wesley turns around and starts walking back to the resource vault, Angel’s office key hidden securely in the pocket of his jeans.
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Date: 2011-02-13 10:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-14 03:56 am (UTC)I was thinking about that the other day, actually :]. This fic is meant to be the first part of an at least three-fic story. I'm planning to end this one with some form of news that Russell and Herrick are starting their rampage to conquer humanity. The second part would naturally be the conflict itself, and the third, its aftermath. Anyway, the occasions I've mulled over what to do in part two, I've considered adding Connor into the mix, along with a few of the characters from Buffy. I'm not sure who on that front, as I've just now started watching it, and so don't "know" any of them well enough that I'd be comfortable writing them. Still, as I said in my A/N at the time, I didn't completely "know" anyone in Angel, either (though I think I do now, considering I've watched pretty much the entire show two or three times, at my last count :P), but I still took the plunge, so I may do it again :]. On the subject of this fic, I'll see how I can get Connor in, as it's probably going to be awhile before I get to the second part :P. If you have any ideas about how I can include Connor in this, I'd be glad to hear them :].
Yeah? I'm glad :). I'd have loved to be able to include Fred, as she's become one of my favorite characters, but given the time period I'm setting the fic in (as I said in my A/N, in between "Time Bomb" and the last few eps of the series), and wanting to remain as true to canon as possible, I couldn't :[. I did love Illyria, though :). I'd imagine a number of people who saw the series when it originally aired weren't particularly happy about Whedon & Greenwalt making the choice to have Fred die, then be resurrected as Illyria, but if I'd been part of the audience at the time, I wouldn't have been upset.
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Date: 2011-02-14 11:20 am (UTC)Connor- well Connor is a very capable Fighter, his nickname in Quor-Toth (the hell dimension he was raised) was The Destroyer. So that to me states why he's so good. In the show it actually bugged me when Faith beat him- in my opinion a Slayer while a natural fighter would not always be able to win against more seasoned fighters. Connor has 18 years experience in the darkest hell in existence. To me a slayer would have to be very lucky to beat him- Angel beating Connor I could understand- because he has 250 years of experience under his belt. Sorry it always irked me.
Anywho- Connor is a fighter- they would probably need all hands on deck for such a threat and maybe if Connor were to get caught in the crossfire- so maybe some vampires attack Stanford because they agree with Russell- Connor has to fight but his unnatural origins are brought to light. Meaning he leaves to go find Angel.
Do you like Supernatural?
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Date: 2011-02-16 04:52 am (UTC)No problem :]. I'd never thought of it that way before, but you're right. *Nods* Even more so, because it was Faith, not Buffy. If any Slayer had a good chance of besting him in a fight, it would be her. Faith, on the other hand? Not so much :\. One of those decisions made for convenience's sake, I guess (i.e. Angel was still locked in the cell & had been re-ensouled, but Connor was about to kill him; Faith happened to be there, and arrived downstairs just in time to stop him from doing it, etc.).
That's a great idea =)! A lot better than the one I came up with when I was having another of my brief mulling over sessions a few days ago :). What that idea is, BTW, was he'd show up at Wolfram & Hart while Angel & company are observing how adept Eric, Bill, and Mitchell are with weapons. When Angel asks him what made him come by, Connor tells him that since his original memories have started coming back, abilities he didn't know he had after the Senior Partners erased his memory are starting to resurface, and one of them, ESP, or whatever you want to call it, convinced him that he needed to come, and possibly, has to help them in the fight against Russell & Herrick. I'm not sure about that last bit yet. I've decided he's definitely going to appear in the other two parts of the story, but I haven't determined a reason for it as yet.
A quick opinion question for you. During that brainstorming session I mentioned above, I also decided I'd have Cordelia show up at Wolfram & Hart (like I said in my A/N, even though she actually did wake up from her coma, she elected not to join everyone else there), most likely right before Connor does. What I'm debating over is whether she'd be surprised to learn that Fred was killed then taken over by Illyria, or if because she has the ability to see visions, she'd already have known, but was told by The Powers that she couldn't intervene. So I'm wondering, which is most likely/would you like best?
I know of it, as well as about a few of the main characters (specifically, Sam, Dean, and Castiel) and a bit about the show's premise, but I've never actually seen it. I've heard it's very good :].
Thanks for friending me :)! As soon as I'm done here, I'll send you a request :].
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Date: 2011-02-16 08:38 am (UTC)Also I don't even think Buffy would be able to beat Connor if he was truly fighting her- in season 5 she's been a slayer for what 8 years- Connor's being fighting for 18...in a proper war zone- he wouldn't have gotten rests for a week or two like Buffy.
Cordelia- I don't know whether she would know- maybe have her know but still be shocked when they meet face to face.
I haven't watched Being Human though I know the premise- and at the moment I'm trying not to get sucked into another Fandom. I'm currently trying to watch Stargate Atlantis, Numb3rs, and Criminal Minds. I'll use wiki to understand references- its what i would normally do for a fandom i don't know much about.
I was asking about SPN because I have a friend who writes some wonderful SPN/Angel stories- Connor centred ones- that i wanted to recommend.
this is a long WIP- http://dollarformyname.livejournal.com/29150.html its a Gen story and is one of my favourite stories. Its a brilliant portrayal of Connor (and Illyria).
Also if you like Stargate Atlantis I have another rec. This story is Connor centred and is a response to a challenge I gave- http://kattz-1905.livejournal.com/3224.html Its got a few interludes and 7 chps so far. I don't think it gets enough love...so if you do read then please leave plently of reviews.
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Date: 2011-02-16 10:50 am (UTC)Interesting character analysis :]. I like it, and I think you're right :].
Very true, very true. *Nods*
Hmmm..., good point. I hadn't thought of that. As strong as Buffy is, and despite the fact that she's presumably the best Slayer who ever lived, she is still human. Connor, on the other hand, is more a human-vampire hybrid, with the majority of his genes coming from the demon-ness in Angel and Darla. Given that, the only way anything, or anyone, could defeat him in a proper fight is if they were either lucky, like you said, or they were as powerful as he is (or in the case of Angel, more powerful).
That sounds like a good compromise :]. *Ponders* Maybe what I'll do is have her know that Fred died, but not that following her death, she was resurrected as Illyria, so it'll still be a shock to see this being that looks a lot like Fred, but isn't.
Ah, got it :). I understand that perfectly. It is possible to be involved in too many fandoms at the same time :P. I'm not terribly familiar with Stargate Atlantis (beyond the fact that it's one of two spinoffs of Stargate SG-1, which in itself, was/is a spinoff of a film that has virtually the same name) or Criminal Minds, but you'll like NUMB3RS :). It's another of those shows, like Bones, say, in which a good portion of its strength is the chemistry amongst the cast members. The idea (solving crimes through the use of mathematics) and the stories are interesting, too, but personally, my favorite part of it was the characters and the interactions between them :].
Thanks for the fic recs :). I'll keep the Supernatural and Stargate Atlantis crossovers in mind to read at some point in the future, as I don't know much about either show, but I'll definitely check out that Connor and Illyria-centered fic :).
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Date: 2011-02-16 11:18 am (UTC)http://www.tthfanfic.org/authors.php?no=12728&list=published
My friends call me the Queen of all that is Connor. Lol.
Stargate Atlantis is a great show- I couldn't get in SG1 very much- though I watched the episodes which lead into the Atlantis series. The story I recommended you don't need a lot of knowledge about the show- mainly because Connor was placed with David Sheppard (John's brother) at the end of season 4 instead of the Reilly's. And David only appears in one episode of SGA- so there's a lot of wiggle room.
All you really need to know about SGA is that that main cast is made of Dr Elizabeth Weir- the expedition leader, she is very heartfelt but also quite sensitive about people not respecting her. Lt. Col. John Sheppard, who is a daring military leader on Atlantis- he possesses a power gene with allows him to activate Ancient Tech. He's very laid back and likes to joke. Dr Rodney McKay a very smart scientist who heads the Science Department- he's very full of himself but he's never really had any proper friends before this mission and lacks people skills, he was a child prodigy. Teyla, is a native to the Peagusus Galaxy (where Atlantis is) and is a kind woman who is one hell of a fighter- she seems very regal.
Next you have Ronon Dex, another native to the Galaxy, he was a Runner. Basically the Wraith's (the bad life sucking Aliens) caught him and planted a tracker in him for sport- they chased him across worlds. He is very strong and is stronger than a human, he is a very gifted fighter but is also a little wild. We also have Dr Carson Beckett, the Medical Chief of Atlantis. He is Scottish and also have the gene, but his isn't very potent. He is kind hearted but tends to panic. He's my favourite character of SGA.
The last two aren't main characters but are a part of the story- Major Evan Lorne, a charming military man. Not much is known about him. The last is Lt. Laura Cadman, she shared a mind with Rodney at one point, and is very confident but not a lot is known about her.
Thats the basics, also if you watch this clips it shows a Wraith- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4L-LssIu_v8&feature=related this is my favourite Wraith so so. Some are wild and such- but they vary in the show which is good.
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Date: 2011-02-20 07:52 am (UTC)Yeah? I've never watched SG-1, (though I'd like to one of these days, as well as see the new version of Battlestar Galactica), but I have seen Stargate Universe. I'm surprised the upcoming season is going to be the last one. I'm guessing it hasn't done as well as the SyFy execs had hoped, which is too bad :[.
Really? I may check it out, then :). And thanks for all the info about the characters :].
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Date: 2011-02-20 10:13 am (UTC)I started reading the story I recommended when I had no idea what SGA was- a friend helped me come up with the challenge. I did, however, watch the one episode with David in it to get an idea of the character. The lovely author kattz will help with any questions you have.
When I really get into a story (and it helps that a lot of these stories tend to be ones i challenged people which means i do get some say in what happens) I get loads of ideas about it- usually on a complete irrelevant tangent and I am a slash fan so my mind was constantly saying things like 'Connor didn't leave to fight W&H he left to go to Shreveport because Godric and Eric turned him into a vampire' or 'he became a demon hunter and hooked up with Dean Winchester'...sometimes I am told I need medication...Lol...
Please do read the story- and leave reviews...reviews are of the good.
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Date: 2011-02-22 09:11 am (UTC)Yeah? That bodes well for me, then 8].
I know the feeling :). Not in terms of fanfic, per say, since I'm more of a writer than a reader, but the show(s) in question. Most of the ideas I get for stories just suddenly come to me when I'm speculating on an upcoming season, mulling over what I've seen in past ones, fuming over a decision the writer(s) made that I didn't like, that sort of thing :).
I definitely will :).