Note: This is my first attempt at Atlanis/Firefly xover. I know this chappie is short and purely Atlantis, but the chaps will all be like this--most likely--and Firefly will be coming.
Title: A Fateful Day
Author: JazzyMcWier
Ships: Mckay/Weir, John/Teyla (sorry IAMGIVEN), Kaylee/Simon, Mal/Inara, perhaps some River/Jayne.
Archiving: If you want to...
Rating: T for language and...Jayne being Jayne
"When it opens, you go, got it!" John Sheppard roared to his team, all firing back towards the hoard of unfriendly villagers.
"Sheppard—" Ronon began, but John cut him off.
"That's an order! I'll follow when I can, but don't wait for me."
"We will keep the gate open as long as possible, Colonel." Teyla spoke up. The Lt. Col shook his head.
"No. I'm sending you to wherever is safest. Not home, not yet."
"But we'll still hold the door open for you." Rodney put in, looking frightened not only for his own life, but also for his friend's.
Sheppard fired another round into the group as the crowd stopped yelling and pounding. "Good." He smiled grimly, thinking of his friends he forced through the gate. Much as he wanted them to believe it was purely out of self-sacrifice, he had a point to it. The prince of…whatever this place was, had seen Teyla and wanted her. He had wanted her more than John even had as the Iratus bug virus was taking over. So, in order to preserve her virtue—For me, John thought selfishly— he had ordered them away from this planet or moon or whatever the hell it was.
"Major Sheppard," An oily voice, so damn familiar, came from the opening well of villagers, all holding faces of pure and utter disgust. A figure, clothed in dark blue robes, like someone from a bad horror movie, moved forward. The hood covered his head, eyes, face, mouth, any distinguishing feature. Except for the voice.
"Oh, hell no." John breathed, for a moment scared, but then lifted his P-90 and fired thirteen rounds into the figure. All hit it, but then fell away from the robes, as if terrified from this man.
"You couldn't think that a mere weapon would hurt me, could you?" John could fairly hear the sneer sure to be appearing on the man's scarred and ragged face. Lifting a hand, he threw back his hood to reveal those horrible, dark, unforgiving eyes. "Major John Sheppard. So nice of you to join us, don't you think?" The man shot this last at a minion of his, who started laughing, showing only three teeth, in dire need of a brushing and a retainer.
"Of course, Commander Kolya."
Okay, so that's the first one done. Please, please review. For I am hungry and need to be fed. More is on the way. :-D