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Gen SG1 Fic
Couple of gen Stargate SG1 stories I wrote a while ago and never got around to posting over here...ooops? They do at least have a unifying theme being about roadtrips.
Title: All Things Go
Character: Cassie Fraiser
Rating: PG
Warnings: Impied Character Death
Spoilers: Heroes
Word Count: 893
Summary: Afterwards, Cassie drove to Chicago, in a van, on her own.
The day the world ends, Cassie doesn’t notice for a while, because she’s in the middle of her midterms, and exams take precedence over watching the news. The world will still be there after exams after all. It’s not until she switches her cellphone back on after her exam and it rings instantly does she remember that she ought to know better than to make presumptions like that.
“Cassandra Fraiser,” says the voice solemn voice that is oddly familiar.
“Thor?” Cassie asks, all at once confused and terrified.
“I am told that you are in Nevada. Colonel Carter has requested that I relay that it would be for the best that you get as far away from Area 51 and Cheyenne Mountain as you possibly can, as quickly as possible. I am unable to remove you to safety myself so I must ask that you promise to follow these instructions immediately.” Continues Thor, more urgently.
In the background she can here Jack’s muffled shout, “Tell Cass to get the hell out of dodge, head for Mexico and don’t look back. We’ll call her when it’s safe.”
“I promise,” whispers Cassie and hangs up. She heads for her dorm room at a run.
~
Cassie wonders afterwards if there’s a part of her that will always be a refugee because her rucksack is half packed under her bed with travel essentials. She adds a photo album, along with anything that might work as currency if society collapses. Spares a moment to wonder if all military kids do this on instinct or if surviving one apocalypse has left her subconsciously waiting for the other shoe to drop all this time. It’s not until she’s out the door with her fully packed rucksack that she thinks about the rest of her dorm mates. She walks her corridor knocking on certain doors, filtering her dorm mates for those who will reject the idea out of hand, those in exams or those with exams tomorrow they won’t risk missing. She sends silent thanks to Daniel and Jack for inventing the ‘getting to know you’ drinking game that involved the question: “I arrive with news of the zombie apocalypse what do you do?” All her closest friends are those who answered, variations on ‘grab a spade/axe and find somewhere secure and defendable’.
In the end she only manages to gather enough people to fill her car and they only make it as far as Tucson before a large chunk of Nevada becomes a very large hole in the ground. They’re on the outskirts of Chihuahua when they get the news that an equally large crater is all that remains of Colorado City. They’re in a hostel in Mexico City for two days before she cries.
Cassie cries solidly for half an hour, cleans herself up and then calls the emergency number that is ingrained in her memory. The EMP knocked out most technology that wasn’t south of the US/Mexico border but handily Sam had rigged Cassie’s phone up to run on a Goa’ld crystal that is mercifully unaffected. The fact that it’s Davis who answers confirms most of her worst fears, although it allays others. He’s refreshingly honest about where is and isn’t safe, although he is necessarily vague about the threat he doesn’t attempt to hide that it is far from over. He can give her no news of SG:1 other than that they came down somewhere along the Eastern Seaboard. She passes on what she knows to her friends and they in turn bring news from the refugees trickling into the city from the US. They talk about heading down into South America, of making the most of their currency while it still has some actual value.
They head south in Cassie’s car, heading for the equator and adventure of the non-explosive kind.
Cassie heads north in a beat up second hand van she reckons is a good investment while her savings still have value. She drives north and east, giving Colorado a wide berth. Most of the refugees from the states not directly affected (and thus quarantined) are heading either for Mexico or for Canada, so mostly she has the highways to herself. Cities are pretty much abandoned so supplies are cheap for now. Logically she knows that SG1 could be anywhere, that they might not even be on the planet anymore, but until she hears otherwise she has to look for them. She knows with utter certainty that if it was her out there lost and alone they would move heaven and earth to find her, she owes it to them to do the same. She heads for Chicago first, Jack spoke of it fondly and it’s as good a place as any to start.
There’s something therapeutic about the open road and as long as she’s driving she feels strangely at peace. She’s got a purpose and a goal, for now that’s all she needs.
On her dashboard, taped in place, rigged up to run off the car’s electrics is Cassie’s cellphone. If they are alive they will try to find her, and she knows they can trace her from the signals her phone produces so long as it’s on. And if the signal’s moving they’ll know she’s alive. If they’re alive they will call. So she keeps driving. And waiting for the call.
Title: Elementary Map-Reading
Characters: Sam Carter, Teal'c
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None (Set vaguely post Season 7)
Word Count: 588
Summary: Why was it, Sam wondered, that she could navigate with ease, in the dark, upside down, under fire and in space – sometimes all at once – but put her on a long straight road on holiday and within an hour she’d be completely lost and nauseas?
Sam frowned slightly as she peered out the window of the car at the road signs along the autobahn. The sky was heavy and grey, though it was unclear whether this was from ash or just the normal rain that tended to follow her around the continent whenever she found herself in Europe. Sam had long ago resigned herself to accept that any conference she ever attended in London would be singularly lacking it a picturesque dusting of snow, or of bright late autumn mornings crunching through frosted leaves. Instead it would be marked by unrelenting drizzle.
However, she’d had such hopes for Berlin. Opportunities to get to actual scientific conferences, let alone ones outside of the US were all too rare these days, so she’d jumped at the chance. She’d even convinced Teal’c to accompany her with tales from her old academy buddies about hiking in stunning mountains, swimming in remote lakes and gothic fairytale castles. So naturally what they’d got was a weekend of torrential rain, that had made going anywhere outside unbearable – however ‘exceedingly informative’ Berlin’s underground public transport system was it wasn’t what Teal’c had signed up for – and then as soon as the weather showed the slightest indication of improving they had been recalled to Washington to help deal with Kinsey’s latest political machinations. Eleventh hour rescue from a plunge into the pit of vipers that was politics had seemed to appear in the form of an ash cloud – courtesy of an Icelandic volcano – which had grounded all flights out of Germany. Unfortunately neighbouring countries to the south were still allowing flights, which was why there were on the autobahn avowedly heading for Zurich but really going in what Sam strongly suspected was the wrong direction.
Why was it, Sam supposed, that she could navigate with ease, in the dark, upside down, under fire and in space – sometimes all at once – but put her on a long straight road on holiday and within an hour she’d be completely lost and nauseas?
The pulled off the autobahn, onto a side road, as they searched for somewhere to eat and examine the map in comfort. As they rounded a bend on the quiet twisty road, the clouds parted and a stunning view down the valley to the river was revealed. On an island in the middle of the river sat a small but perfectly formed castle – a customs house her memory supplied, dredging up the information from a long ago postcard. This was part of the Rhine Valley.
It was, she realised all at once, both one of the most beautiful views she’d ever seen and a sign that they were totally lost.
Teal’c pulled the car over and pointed down at the castle, “is this one of the castles that I have heard tell of in the histories and legends of the Tau’ri?” He asked.
Sam was fairly certain that this wasn’t remotely the kind of castle populated by knights in armour or attacked by dragons but it was a castle and she’d promised him a castle. Secretly she’d been really looking forward to hearing his observations as they toured a bit of earth architecture that was every bit as strange to her as to him. Zurich and the flight home could wait.
“You know Teal’c,” she replied smiling for the first time in hours, “I think it is. Lunch and a castle seems an excellent idea.”
“Indeed,” agreed Teal’c.
Even though the sky had clouded over once more, the day seemed brighter already.
Title: All Things Go
Character: Cassie Fraiser
Rating: PG
Warnings: Impied Character Death
Spoilers: Heroes
Word Count: 893
Summary: Afterwards, Cassie drove to Chicago, in a van, on her own.
The day the world ends, Cassie doesn’t notice for a while, because she’s in the middle of her midterms, and exams take precedence over watching the news. The world will still be there after exams after all. It’s not until she switches her cellphone back on after her exam and it rings instantly does she remember that she ought to know better than to make presumptions like that.
“Cassandra Fraiser,” says the voice solemn voice that is oddly familiar.
“Thor?” Cassie asks, all at once confused and terrified.
“I am told that you are in Nevada. Colonel Carter has requested that I relay that it would be for the best that you get as far away from Area 51 and Cheyenne Mountain as you possibly can, as quickly as possible. I am unable to remove you to safety myself so I must ask that you promise to follow these instructions immediately.” Continues Thor, more urgently.
In the background she can here Jack’s muffled shout, “Tell Cass to get the hell out of dodge, head for Mexico and don’t look back. We’ll call her when it’s safe.”
“I promise,” whispers Cassie and hangs up. She heads for her dorm room at a run.
~
Cassie wonders afterwards if there’s a part of her that will always be a refugee because her rucksack is half packed under her bed with travel essentials. She adds a photo album, along with anything that might work as currency if society collapses. Spares a moment to wonder if all military kids do this on instinct or if surviving one apocalypse has left her subconsciously waiting for the other shoe to drop all this time. It’s not until she’s out the door with her fully packed rucksack that she thinks about the rest of her dorm mates. She walks her corridor knocking on certain doors, filtering her dorm mates for those who will reject the idea out of hand, those in exams or those with exams tomorrow they won’t risk missing. She sends silent thanks to Daniel and Jack for inventing the ‘getting to know you’ drinking game that involved the question: “I arrive with news of the zombie apocalypse what do you do?” All her closest friends are those who answered, variations on ‘grab a spade/axe and find somewhere secure and defendable’.
In the end she only manages to gather enough people to fill her car and they only make it as far as Tucson before a large chunk of Nevada becomes a very large hole in the ground. They’re on the outskirts of Chihuahua when they get the news that an equally large crater is all that remains of Colorado City. They’re in a hostel in Mexico City for two days before she cries.
Cassie cries solidly for half an hour, cleans herself up and then calls the emergency number that is ingrained in her memory. The EMP knocked out most technology that wasn’t south of the US/Mexico border but handily Sam had rigged Cassie’s phone up to run on a Goa’ld crystal that is mercifully unaffected. The fact that it’s Davis who answers confirms most of her worst fears, although it allays others. He’s refreshingly honest about where is and isn’t safe, although he is necessarily vague about the threat he doesn’t attempt to hide that it is far from over. He can give her no news of SG:1 other than that they came down somewhere along the Eastern Seaboard. She passes on what she knows to her friends and they in turn bring news from the refugees trickling into the city from the US. They talk about heading down into South America, of making the most of their currency while it still has some actual value.
They head south in Cassie’s car, heading for the equator and adventure of the non-explosive kind.
Cassie heads north in a beat up second hand van she reckons is a good investment while her savings still have value. She drives north and east, giving Colorado a wide berth. Most of the refugees from the states not directly affected (and thus quarantined) are heading either for Mexico or for Canada, so mostly she has the highways to herself. Cities are pretty much abandoned so supplies are cheap for now. Logically she knows that SG1 could be anywhere, that they might not even be on the planet anymore, but until she hears otherwise she has to look for them. She knows with utter certainty that if it was her out there lost and alone they would move heaven and earth to find her, she owes it to them to do the same. She heads for Chicago first, Jack spoke of it fondly and it’s as good a place as any to start.
There’s something therapeutic about the open road and as long as she’s driving she feels strangely at peace. She’s got a purpose and a goal, for now that’s all she needs.
On her dashboard, taped in place, rigged up to run off the car’s electrics is Cassie’s cellphone. If they are alive they will try to find her, and she knows they can trace her from the signals her phone produces so long as it’s on. And if the signal’s moving they’ll know she’s alive. If they’re alive they will call. So she keeps driving. And waiting for the call.
Title: Elementary Map-Reading
Characters: Sam Carter, Teal'c
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None (Set vaguely post Season 7)
Word Count: 588
Summary: Why was it, Sam wondered, that she could navigate with ease, in the dark, upside down, under fire and in space – sometimes all at once – but put her on a long straight road on holiday and within an hour she’d be completely lost and nauseas?
Sam frowned slightly as she peered out the window of the car at the road signs along the autobahn. The sky was heavy and grey, though it was unclear whether this was from ash or just the normal rain that tended to follow her around the continent whenever she found herself in Europe. Sam had long ago resigned herself to accept that any conference she ever attended in London would be singularly lacking it a picturesque dusting of snow, or of bright late autumn mornings crunching through frosted leaves. Instead it would be marked by unrelenting drizzle.
However, she’d had such hopes for Berlin. Opportunities to get to actual scientific conferences, let alone ones outside of the US were all too rare these days, so she’d jumped at the chance. She’d even convinced Teal’c to accompany her with tales from her old academy buddies about hiking in stunning mountains, swimming in remote lakes and gothic fairytale castles. So naturally what they’d got was a weekend of torrential rain, that had made going anywhere outside unbearable – however ‘exceedingly informative’ Berlin’s underground public transport system was it wasn’t what Teal’c had signed up for – and then as soon as the weather showed the slightest indication of improving they had been recalled to Washington to help deal with Kinsey’s latest political machinations. Eleventh hour rescue from a plunge into the pit of vipers that was politics had seemed to appear in the form of an ash cloud – courtesy of an Icelandic volcano – which had grounded all flights out of Germany. Unfortunately neighbouring countries to the south were still allowing flights, which was why there were on the autobahn avowedly heading for Zurich but really going in what Sam strongly suspected was the wrong direction.
Why was it, Sam supposed, that she could navigate with ease, in the dark, upside down, under fire and in space – sometimes all at once – but put her on a long straight road on holiday and within an hour she’d be completely lost and nauseas?
The pulled off the autobahn, onto a side road, as they searched for somewhere to eat and examine the map in comfort. As they rounded a bend on the quiet twisty road, the clouds parted and a stunning view down the valley to the river was revealed. On an island in the middle of the river sat a small but perfectly formed castle – a customs house her memory supplied, dredging up the information from a long ago postcard. This was part of the Rhine Valley.
It was, she realised all at once, both one of the most beautiful views she’d ever seen and a sign that they were totally lost.
Teal’c pulled the car over and pointed down at the castle, “is this one of the castles that I have heard tell of in the histories and legends of the Tau’ri?” He asked.
Sam was fairly certain that this wasn’t remotely the kind of castle populated by knights in armour or attacked by dragons but it was a castle and she’d promised him a castle. Secretly she’d been really looking forward to hearing his observations as they toured a bit of earth architecture that was every bit as strange to her as to him. Zurich and the flight home could wait.
“You know Teal’c,” she replied smiling for the first time in hours, “I think it is. Lunch and a castle seems an excellent idea.”
“Indeed,” agreed Teal’c.
Even though the sky had clouded over once more, the day seemed brighter already.
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Enjoyed these -- thanks for posting here!
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And oh, Sam. ...I'm just reminded of the HHGTTG quote [And as he drove on, the rain clouds dragged down the sky after him for, though he did not know it, Rob McKenna was a Rain God.] But at least she gets a castle! Castles are good.