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crossoverficTitle: We Shouldn't Keep Meeting Like This.
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xwingace
Fandom: Stargate/Doctor Who 2005.
Rating: PG to PG-13 for slashy undertones.
Summary: Who is the strange visitor who keeps poppping into Jack O'Neill's life?
Word Count: approximately 9000 words spread over six chapters.
Author's notes: Dedicated toshade_shifter for encouraging me to write this, mprice for betaing above and beyond the call of duty, and sophiedb and insaneizzi for helping me with the Stargate canon. Also thanks to anybody else who offered to beta and I didn't turn out to need. Your offers are genuinely appreciated.
Can be found here or on my account on Fanfiction.net
Calling a halt to alien invasions had been an integral part of Stargate Command’s mission statement from day one. Still, no one expected a spaceship to suddenly land right on top of Cheyenne Mountain, the SGC’s home base. But one did.
The base had gone on full alert as soon as an unauthorized flyover was reported. Radar footage gave a rough indication of the location where the offending craft had landed. When troops arrived to surround it, however, there ended up being a lot of embarrassed standing around and looking for something to surround. That was when a hatch opened, seemingly in mid-air, and someone definitely human came out, although he was not exactly dressed to modern standards. When he saw the waiting cordon, he waved cheerfully and started to climb down. He was wearing very little: sandals, a weird hat and an oversized tee-shirt belted at the waist. Nothing else. Colonel O’Neill was standing almost directly beneath the descending stranger and got an exceptionally good view of the man’s proof of humanity.
“So, what mental hospital did he escape from?” Jack asked of no one in particular. By the looks of the people around him, he was giving voice to the thoughts of just about everyone else.
“A Roman one, by the looks of it.” Daniel remarked unhelpfully. The commotion had been enough to draw even Danny away from his squiggles. As Stargate Command’s greatest linguistic expert, he had been allowed on the site to act as a translator, should one be needed.
“Huh?” was the only response Jack O’Neill could manage. Thankfully, Danny didn’t really need any more than that.
“Loose tunic, sandals and the cap. He’s dressed like a freedman from ancient Rome.”
“You happen to know why, too?”
“Beats me.”
The stranger had reached solid ground by this time and swept the cap off his head in a grandiose bow. “Thank you, thank you. No applause necessary. Hope you enjoyed the show.”
Crossposted all over the place.
XWA
Author:
xwingaceFandom: Stargate/Doctor Who 2005.
Rating: PG to PG-13 for slashy undertones.
Summary: Who is the strange visitor who keeps poppping into Jack O'Neill's life?
Word Count: approximately 9000 words spread over six chapters.
Author's notes: Dedicated to
shade_shifter for encouraging me to write this, mprice for betaing above and beyond the call of duty, and sophiedb and insaneizzi for helping me with the Stargate canon. Also thanks to anybody else who offered to beta and I didn't turn out to need. Your offers are genuinely appreciated.Can be found here or on my account on Fanfiction.net
Calling a halt to alien invasions had been an integral part of Stargate Command’s mission statement from day one. Still, no one expected a spaceship to suddenly land right on top of Cheyenne Mountain, the SGC’s home base. But one did.
The base had gone on full alert as soon as an unauthorized flyover was reported. Radar footage gave a rough indication of the location where the offending craft had landed. When troops arrived to surround it, however, there ended up being a lot of embarrassed standing around and looking for something to surround. That was when a hatch opened, seemingly in mid-air, and someone definitely human came out, although he was not exactly dressed to modern standards. When he saw the waiting cordon, he waved cheerfully and started to climb down. He was wearing very little: sandals, a weird hat and an oversized tee-shirt belted at the waist. Nothing else. Colonel O’Neill was standing almost directly beneath the descending stranger and got an exceptionally good view of the man’s proof of humanity.
“So, what mental hospital did he escape from?” Jack asked of no one in particular. By the looks of the people around him, he was giving voice to the thoughts of just about everyone else.
“A Roman one, by the looks of it.” Daniel remarked unhelpfully. The commotion had been enough to draw even Danny away from his squiggles. As Stargate Command’s greatest linguistic expert, he had been allowed on the site to act as a translator, should one be needed.
“Huh?” was the only response Jack O’Neill could manage. Thankfully, Danny didn’t really need any more than that.
“Loose tunic, sandals and the cap. He’s dressed like a freedman from ancient Rome.”
“You happen to know why, too?”
“Beats me.”
The stranger had reached solid ground by this time and swept the cap off his head in a grandiose bow. “Thank you, thank you. No applause necessary. Hope you enjoyed the show.”
Crossposted all over the place.
XWA
