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crossoverficTitle: Remember Groom Lake
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Fandoms: Eureka, Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Henry Deacon, Warren King, voice of John Sheppard
Summary: Warren and Henry sneak into Area 51 and witness a strange spatial anomaly
“Henry, remember Groom Lake?”
“Yeah, but this time we’re sober.”
- Eureka, Pilot episode
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Groom Lake, Nevada, 1978
The two men sat on the hill in the darkness, looking down at the infamous Area 51. A six-pack of beer sat between them, and the remnants of another were strewn across the nearby landscape. One of the two, a young black man, yawned, belched, and let out a contented sigh.
“Shut up, Henry!” hissed his companion. “If they find us here...”
Henry laughed, a warm, rich baritone. “Relax, Warren. No one knows where we are.”
Warren wasn’t convinced. “How do you know? I bet they have all sorts of sensing equipment, some of which you probably developed!”
“Exactly!” Henry grinned. He held up a small, black box. “And what I developed, I can outsmart.”
“Oh.”
“Uh-huh.” Henry finished his beer and reached for another. “So, you feeling any better?”
Warren stared morosely at his own beer. “Not really,” he muttered.
Henry reached over and punched his friend playfully on the shoulder. “Why the hell not? We just snuck into Area 51. Do you know how long people have tried to do this? Maybe we’ll even see a UFO tonight.”
“I guess...”
Henry’s smile disappeared. “Warren, man, you’ve got to let go of this. It’s eating you up inside.”
“I have wanted to study physics at MIT ever since I knew what physics was! And I have a 4.0 GPA at Harvard. It isn’t fair; they should have accepted me.” To Warren’s disgust, he could feel tears welling up. He slammed back the remnants of his drink and grabbed another can of beer.
“No, it isn’t fair,” Henry agreed. “But that won’t change anything. If you don’t get over it, you’re never going to get anywhere.” Static electricity suddenly crackled over a nearby cactus. What the hell?
Warren didn’t notice it. “What am I supposed to do now?” he whined.
Henry looked sharply at the cactus, but the display wasn’t repeated. He shrugged. “You could come to Cal Tech with me. It’s not exactly a second rate school.”
Before Warren could reply, a bolt of electricity rippled out of nowhere and split a nearby bolder. “Holy shit!” both men yelped in unison. As they watched, additional energy flares appeared in the night and coalesced into something that looked liked a giant pool of water standing on end. Weird noises emanated from it, some almost sounding like wordless screams. Then, as suddenly as it appeared, the apparition vanished again and the night was once again quiet.
“My God,” Warren breathed.
“What the hell?”
“Looked almost like a wormhole,” Warren said, his melancholy forgotten.
“There aren’t any stable wormholes!”
“That we know of. Yet.”
“True.” Henry looked thoughtful. “Transtemporal?”
“Maybe. But...”
“FREEZE!” Henry Deacon and Warren King turned to face a two-man Special Forces patrol.
“Oh, boy,” Warren whispered as one pointed a gun at them.
Henry tried to put on a confident smile, but it came out looking a little sickly. “I know this looks bad, but we...”
“Shut up!” snapped one of the SFs. He sighed and turned to his partner. “Captain Hammond will need to be notified about this.”
“Yeah. In the meantime, what do we do with these guys?”
“Nothing. We just wait here; that’s the protocol.” The soldier gestured with his weapon. “You two sit on the ground and don’t move.”
Warren and Henry obeyed. As they waited, Henry went over the events in his mind. One thing in particular intrigued him. Just before whatever-it-was had disappeared, he could have sworn he heard a human voice that said, “McKay, what the hell have you done?!”
FIN (maybe...)
A/N: I may turn this into a teaser for a longer crossover fic. Depends on the muse.
Author:
dr_dreddFandoms: Eureka, Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Henry Deacon, Warren King, voice of John Sheppard
Summary: Warren and Henry sneak into Area 51 and witness a strange spatial anomaly
“Henry, remember Groom Lake?”
“Yeah, but this time we’re sober.”
- Eureka, Pilot episode
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Groom Lake, Nevada, 1978
The two men sat on the hill in the darkness, looking down at the infamous Area 51. A six-pack of beer sat between them, and the remnants of another were strewn across the nearby landscape. One of the two, a young black man, yawned, belched, and let out a contented sigh.
“Shut up, Henry!” hissed his companion. “If they find us here...”
Henry laughed, a warm, rich baritone. “Relax, Warren. No one knows where we are.”
Warren wasn’t convinced. “How do you know? I bet they have all sorts of sensing equipment, some of which you probably developed!”
“Exactly!” Henry grinned. He held up a small, black box. “And what I developed, I can outsmart.”
“Oh.”
“Uh-huh.” Henry finished his beer and reached for another. “So, you feeling any better?”
Warren stared morosely at his own beer. “Not really,” he muttered.
Henry reached over and punched his friend playfully on the shoulder. “Why the hell not? We just snuck into Area 51. Do you know how long people have tried to do this? Maybe we’ll even see a UFO tonight.”
“I guess...”
Henry’s smile disappeared. “Warren, man, you’ve got to let go of this. It’s eating you up inside.”
“I have wanted to study physics at MIT ever since I knew what physics was! And I have a 4.0 GPA at Harvard. It isn’t fair; they should have accepted me.” To Warren’s disgust, he could feel tears welling up. He slammed back the remnants of his drink and grabbed another can of beer.
“No, it isn’t fair,” Henry agreed. “But that won’t change anything. If you don’t get over it, you’re never going to get anywhere.” Static electricity suddenly crackled over a nearby cactus. What the hell?
Warren didn’t notice it. “What am I supposed to do now?” he whined.
Henry looked sharply at the cactus, but the display wasn’t repeated. He shrugged. “You could come to Cal Tech with me. It’s not exactly a second rate school.”
Before Warren could reply, a bolt of electricity rippled out of nowhere and split a nearby bolder. “Holy shit!” both men yelped in unison. As they watched, additional energy flares appeared in the night and coalesced into something that looked liked a giant pool of water standing on end. Weird noises emanated from it, some almost sounding like wordless screams. Then, as suddenly as it appeared, the apparition vanished again and the night was once again quiet.
“My God,” Warren breathed.
“What the hell?”
“Looked almost like a wormhole,” Warren said, his melancholy forgotten.
“There aren’t any stable wormholes!”
“That we know of. Yet.”
“True.” Henry looked thoughtful. “Transtemporal?”
“Maybe. But...”
“FREEZE!” Henry Deacon and Warren King turned to face a two-man Special Forces patrol.
“Oh, boy,” Warren whispered as one pointed a gun at them.
Henry tried to put on a confident smile, but it came out looking a little sickly. “I know this looks bad, but we...”
“Shut up!” snapped one of the SFs. He sighed and turned to his partner. “Captain Hammond will need to be notified about this.”
“Yeah. In the meantime, what do we do with these guys?”
“Nothing. We just wait here; that’s the protocol.” The soldier gestured with his weapon. “You two sit on the ground and don’t move.”
Warren and Henry obeyed. As they waited, Henry went over the events in his mind. One thing in particular intrigued him. Just before whatever-it-was had disappeared, he could have sworn he heard a human voice that said, “McKay, what the hell have you done?!”
FIN (maybe...)
A/N: I may turn this into a teaser for a longer crossover fic. Depends on the muse.
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