A/N: Oh, Jack. It took you this long to figure it out…?
Hakkai listened, catching the regal tones that meant Sanzo was still in full regalia for the village elders. Crown and all. Which had served the dual purpose of impressing the locals and thoroughly distracting Dr. Jackson… who was currently being guarded by Major Carter and Teal’c, as Goku and Gojyo swept the village for any concealed youkai. Leaving Hakkai alone with the colonel behind the inn they’d last stayed at. How wonderfully thoughtful of Sanzo. Continue reading
Hypothermic, Sarah thought, half-slipping down onto the lab floor, trying not to crack either of their skulls as she dragged the teen over to a lab workstation. Shivering is a good sign. I hope. “Matt, get his shirt off.” Continue reading
Pretty world, Daniel thought desperately, looking at the dawn-lit sky, the storm-blown trees, the mountains in the distance. Any direction but down. It didn’t help. He could still smell… that.
“Thought you said the locals cremate their dead,” Jack said levelly, toeing a bit of spent brass with a look of focused interest. Continue reading
Sarah breathed in, then out, trying to match the wing-flutters of silver butterflies. The rukh, Alan called them; and the flashes of color she saw, blue and red and so many more, were keys to the kind of energy they held.
The ones gathering closest to her and Matt were silver flecked with white. Continue reading
“Captain Sha.” Hammond gave him a serious look. “I should have done this before, crises or not… you did it, son. You’re home.” He held out a hand, ready to grip.
I can’t. “I lost them, General,” the han’you said painfully. “I couldn’t get to the rest of my people in time, I couldn’t save them-” Continue reading
There’s an entire subway hidden under Boston. Hidden with magic. I’ve fallen into the Dresden Files.
Something Domingo had absolutely no intention of voicing out loud, as he moved forward to trade point with Tiburon, eyes searching along the rails for any tricks or traps the swordsman might possibly have missed. Continue reading
“Could explain the animosity,” Sam said, half to herself. “Behavioral dissonance.”
“Major?” Hammond drummed his fingers lightly on the table. “Given I would like to rescue some amount of cooperation with the Tok’ra, any insights you might have would be useful.” Continue reading