A/N: So... what's it been, half a year since I last updated this? I'm am truly sorry. Like begging for forgiveness sorry. I finally decided to post what I have. This is part one of an actual requested crossover (requested by RudyPena). I really wanted to get it all ironed out and it was scheduled to be up next so I put off updating. Then I got distracted with college, my other story (Fixing Destiny), timeline issues in this chap, and the list goes on. BUT I did post this much. I introduce you to a crossover between SGA and (when you figure out the show) an old, classic version of another very sci-fi show. I'm still having issues with reconciling timelines (I may just say to heck with it and blame it on time travel or the effect of traveling at near lightspeed for an extended period of time) so I'll try to get the next part written soon. This is my peace offering. Enjoy!
Brothers in Arms
"Col. Sheppard!" Col. Carter's voice interrupted my sparring session with Teyla. I bowed to her and motioned to my ear. Our sessions had definitely stepped up a notch since my reflexes had improved. I swear I almost had her yesterday. Of course, she was still kind of recovering from being pregnant. I tapped my radio, opening a channel.
"Sheppard." I reported.
"Col., you're needed in the control room ASAP." Carter sounded slightly worried. I looked around, weighing my options.
"Is it an emergency?" I asked quickly. I didn't want to sound disrespectful, but I needed to know how urgent the situation was.
"Yes." Carter answered. I sighed.
"All right, warn the SFs. I'll be there in five seconds." I told her. After teleporting into the control room unannounced and nearly being shot by some SF that thought I was a Wraith beaming in, I made sure to tell people when I was going to pop in. I waited a few seconds, waved goodbye to Teyla, and teleported. When the light cleared, I nodded to Col. Carter. "What's up?"
"We just received a distress signal from the Deadalus. They're having hyperdrive trouble. Right now they're still in between galaxies. I need to know, can you take McKay out there so he can help them fix it?" She smiled wryly. "Never thought I'd be asking that when I took this job, but I'm needed here and McKay knows the Deadalus as well as I do."
"I'm not sure if I don't know exactly where they are. I've never had to hit a moving target before. Even if it's not moving now. But, I may have an idea." I opened a radio channel to McKay. "Hey, McKay, is the Doctor with you?"
"Yes, of course, where else do you think he is? Swimming?" McKay replied sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.
"Could have left it at yes there, Rodney. I'll be there in a second." I sighed. Rodney was in a snippy mood this morning. I popped into the lab and turned to the Doctor. "Doctor, can you give me a lift? McKay and I need to get out to the Deadalus, one of our battleships, and I'm not sure where they are right now. I can teleport multiple people with me now, but I don't want to take a chance and miss the ship. I'd hate to end up in the middle of the galaxy with only Rodney for company. Can your ship home in on the distress signal and take us there? Without trying to skip through universes or times?"
"I should be able to." He grinned. "We're going on a field trip? Brilliant!"
"Sheppard, who says I have to go? I have important work here." McKay whined. I grabbed his shoulder.
"Carter does. Now go get your stuff. They're having hyperdrive trouble." I spun him around and pushed him towards the lab table where his PDA sat. He did his usual grumbling and muttering about a genius not getting any breaks, but gathered his stuff. While he was doing that I contacted Elizabeth and told her about our trip. When McKay was ready I teleported us to the TARDIS. As the Doctor opened the doors I sent a mental greeting to her. You should never be rude to telepathic, sentient ships, especially when they're as old as the TARDIS is. When we were all situated, he started up the engines. The variety of controls was amazing. I'm pretty sure the bicycle bell didn't actually do anything, and the fact he had to use a hammer to prevent the TARDIS from hitting the 1950's was not reassuring. How do you hit a decade anyway? When the odd grinding noise stopped and the ship settled, I opened the door. I was greeted with the bridge of the Deadalus and a freaked out Caldwell. "Um… hi. Question: this is the Deadalus, right? And what's the year?"
"Sheppard?" Caldwell stared at the blue box that had seemingly appeared from nowhere in the middle of his bridge. He told me the date and I relaxed. "And of course this is the Deadalus, where else would I be?"
"Hey Doctor! It worked!" I called to the others. The Doctor looked a little put out.
"Of course it worked." He sulked.
"Well, you did crash into another universe, so you can't exactly blame me for doubting you." I pointed out. He shrugged. I turned back to Caldwell who had been watching this exchange with suspicious eyes. "Sir, you have hyperdrive trouble?"
"Yes, I do. I suppose that's the alien that has the IOA all in a flurry?" He motioned towards the Doctor. "Is that a ship?"
"Yes to both counts. This is the Doctor. Doctor, this is Col. Caldwell, commander of the Earth ship Deadalus." I introduced them. "And the Doctor's ship is a bit advanced. It's bigger on the inside. Something to do with different dimensions. Where do you need Rodney?"
"Engine room would be best." I nodded respectfully. Caldwell had never really liked the fact that I'd become the military commander of Atlantis over him, and I was sure that my new "powers" weren't helping his perception of me. I looked at the TARDIS and mentally asked her permission. May I send you to the F-302 bay? It's gonna be a little crowded in here if you stay where you are.
You may. The TARDIS allowed. I put my hand against the blue panels and teleported her away. At the Doctor's frown I explained. "Just put her in the fighter bay so she'd be out of the way. I even asked permission."
"Oh." He replied, non-committal. I followed Rodney away from the busy bridge and down the long, bland hallways of the ship. Atlantis definitely had this place beat in aesthetics. "What type of technology does this ship use?"
"Well, it's a blending of human engineering, some hybrid Goa'uld technology, and we even installed many Azgard upgrades including beaming technology, energy weapons, and increased shielding. We managed to duplicate the Odyssey's computer core that we got when the Azgard decided to give us all their recent technology and history before they destroyed their home planet and the last of their race." McKay informed the Doctor.
"Why'd they kill themselves?" The Doctor looked horrified.
"They were dying. They used cloning for too long instead of reproduction and paid the price. They developed a serious genetic disease and their race was at an end. Rather than let the Ori, who are Ascended on a power trip, get their technology, they destroyed themselves and their planet. To make sure that their technology wouldn't die out they gave it all to us, their allies." McKay explained. The Doctor's eyes widened in understanding and he looked away, probably reliving memories of his own planet's destruction. I cleared my throat to break the silence.
"So… how long's this gonna take, Rodney? Can you give me an estimate?" I asked as we turned the corner. McKay stared at me and rolled his eyes.
"Col., you do realize that I haven't even seen the hyperdrive yet? How could I possibly know how long it's going to take to fix it?" McKay responded exasperatedly. I shrugged.
"You're always saying you're a genius; just thought I'd see if you could guess at how screwed the Deadalus is." I shot back.
"I don't guess, Sheppard." He replied stiffly. The Doctor was watching us in fascination.
"You two do this a lot, don't you?" He finally decided. I smirked.
"Someone's gotta keep Rodney in line and I'm the only one who can manage it without stunning him. Don't even ask about the time Ronon watched him. I thought we'd never wake him up again." I opened the door to the engine room and ushered them both in. We were met with a very nervous Novak who looked even more lost than usual without Hermiod to talk to.
"Oh! How'd you get on here, Dr. McKay, Col. Sheppard? I didn't hear of any ships in the vicinity." She managed to stammer out. I took up a stance as McKay zeroed in on the malfunction. The Doctor took the chance to inspect the consoles.
"We found an alternate means of transportation. It's a lot faster." I told her. She wrung her hands and went to bug McKay. After a minute of her "supervision" he sent her away, nearly bringing tears. I guess I had affected him some; before he met me it would have been half a minute with hysterics. I shook my head and gave him five minutes, then walked on over. "Ok, you've seen it, now what?"
"You asked about how screwed the Deadalus was? Well, let me tell you, we are screwed. I don't know what idiot was keeping up with maintenance of these crystals, but there was an overload and several of them busted. And more importantly, the master crystal is cracked. But, obviously the same idiot kept up with inventory, because we don't have spares with us for the master crystal, Sheppard! Those have to be made specifically on Earth. They have to be ordered beforehand. If that master blows it can cause a massive overload and rip this ship apart. I can try to reroute some of the systems, but we can't put too much strain on it. If I didn't know for sure that there aren't going to be any masters sitting around collecting dust on Earth or Atlantis, I'd tell you to go get one, but there's no use. Whoever did the inventory didn't seem to file the form that says, 'Hey we need a master crystal so if the only one we have cracks we won't die a horrible death' and we don't have time to wait for one to be made. We are actually just on the outskirts of the Pegasus and I'm pretty sure that we don't want any Wraith stumbling on to us." McKay's voice rose in pitch. I turned to the Doctor.
"Can we travel in time and get one?" I asked. He shook his head.
"I'm already a part of events here; if I leave, I'll get stuck there. No jumping around with time travel. You're liable to cause a paradox and we don't want to deal with the Reapers." He explained. I raised my eyebrows at that last word. "They're monsters that sterilize wounds to the time vortex by destroying all living life in that universe."
"Ok, so no time travel then. Can you create the workaround to get us to Atlantis until I can pop back to Earth for the next master?" I asked carefully. McKay bit his lip. "Well?"
"I'm thinking!" He scolded me and then typed something on his data pad. "I think I can get it working again, but it'll be risky. We start going too fast, and I'm not sure we'll be able to hold together."
"Get started." I ordered. He nodded and turned to work. I looked at the Doctor. "Come on, we better let him work and I need to go tell Caldwell what the situation is."
"Right." He agreed. It was another long trip back to the bridge, but I didn't want to startle Caldwell anymore than I already had. My popping in and out would cause a bit of panic. When we got there, I outlined our plan. He was reluctant, but realized the risks. Finally McKay told us he was ready to give it a try. The ship surged as it entered hyperspace. The Doctor watched in fascination, but quickly realized that the strange lights and colors merely repeated. "You know, I never actually get to see what's happening when I travel. Though if it's anything like this, I'm not sure I want to."
"Yeah. Gets old after a while, doesn't it?" I joked. A sudden surge nearly knocked us off our feet. McKay radioed us as soon as he could.
"Crap! Sheppard, we're in a hyperspace riptide current. Kind of like undertow at the beach. We are going WAY too fast." He was freaking out. I glanced over at Caldwell in concern.
"Is it straining the crystal?" I immediately thought of the most serious problem.
"Actually, it's not that. We aren't actually providing more energy than the crystal can handle, we're just going faster. Our shields can't hold up to these speeds. We're gonna get torn apart in the middle of hyperspace." He sounded terrified. I sent out a mental call to Mitchell, telling him to use me as a beacon to home in on.
We're in trouble and I could use the help, Cam. I heard a faint confirmation, and then turned to the Doctor and Caldwell. "I'm gonna boost the shields. I called Mitchell; he's on his way. Oh, and I need every scrap of concentration, so other than him, no one touch me."
"Understood." Caldwell's eyes widened slightly as I called Excalibur from its pen form. I hefted the sword up and knelt. I placed the tip against the floor, careful not to scratch Caldwell's precious ship, and bowed my head. Summoning extra energy from Excalibur, I poured it into a shield around the Deadalus. Immediately the strain the ship was under became evident. Not only was the shield bigger than I'd ever done before, it was draining my reserves quickly, forcing me to rely on Excalibur more and more. I lost track of time as I struggled with the forces of hyperspace trying to rip the ship apart. At one point I felt a burst of heat and a surge of energy as Mitchell knelt beside me and put his hand on my shoulder, lending me power for the shield. I grew weaker, but suddenly, we stopped. I nearly toppled backwards as the ship shuddered to a halt. I would have too if strong arms hadn't braced me. I looked up at the faces of Teal'c, Daniel, and Vala.
"Hey, you brought company." I coughed weakly. Mitchell nodded and I could see his exhaustion. His hair, which always seemed to burst into flames when he actively called on his power, was barely flickering. One of the medics who were standing by brought me a glass of water.
"Yep." Mitchell patted my shoulder lightly, sounding about as thirsty as I was. When he took a sip, though, the water hissed and began to boil. He sighed and glanced up at his hair, putting it out. Once he was certain he wasn't emitting heat any longer he looked at the medic in apology. The man hid a smile and handed him some ice chips to cool his water down. I sipped as I watched him in amusement.
"I hope you don't mind me calling the medics. When you began sweating and Mitchell's hair nearly went out, I figured whatever you were doing was taking a lot out of you." Caldwell apologized. I waved off the concerned medics.
"Thanks for the water, but really, I'm fine. Just a little tired." I sat there for now, gathering my strength. My hair stood on end as Excalibur refilled my energy reserves slowly but surely. I even sent a small thread of it over to Mitchell, letting him regain a bit of strength. For helping me.
You're welcome and thanks. Though I couldn't just let you go and nearly kill yourself. Why didn't you call Sol, too? He asked.
He's at some Council meeting. Who knew our sun was such an important member of the Staranian Council? I told him. When I felt strong enough, I stood up, albeit slowly. "Where'd we end up?"
"McKay's working on it. Evidently we overshot Pegasus in that hyperspace "riptide." I wasn't even aware there were currents in hyperspace." Caldwell admitted. I nodded in understanding.
"That's because, unlike everyone seems to think, we did not invent hyperspace travel and we do not know everything about it. But, seeing as we just got stuck in an undercurrent, it's safe to assume that it's possible. Just not very likely." McKay ranted as he walked in. "I suppose you think you deserve our heartfelt thanks for shielding us, but I'll have you know, I am the one who managed to get us out of the current."
"A chance you wouldn't have had if Mitchell and I hadn't kept this ship from tearing apart in the middle of a hyperspace window. We'd be a nice little debris field, wouldn't we?" I pointed out smugly. McKay grimaced at that mental image. "But thank you for stopping us McKay."
"You're welcome. And, I suppose, thank you for making sure we weren't a huge pile of litter in hyperspace." He said gruffly. I grinned. Who says McKay isn't smart? At least he'd learned to share the credit a bit. Sometimes. "As for where we are, I have no clue. None of the stars look familiar, and our sensors didn't pick up any landmarks to go by. I'd say we're in at least another galaxy."
"How do we get home?" Daniel asked. "Can you teleport us all back?"
"Well, a) Mitchell and I are pretty tapped out at the moment, b) even if we were at full strength, the Deadalus is a really big ship, so we probably couldn't take it along and we can't leave it behind for enemies to find, and most importantly, c) we don't know where we are in relation to where we want to go, so we can't get an accurate fix of where to teleport. It's kind of like dialing a Stargate without knowing the point of origin." I replied reluctantly.
"You're better at lists than I am." The Doctor mused. We looked at him like he was crazy, which, knowing the way he acted a majority of the time, was completely possible. "Don't look at me; I'm not even sure if this universe has the same stars as mine does. I only found the Deadalus via the distress signal. It would take me days to make an accurate guess as to where we could be."
"Sir?" One of the technicians called out. Caldwell turned to her. "We're picking up some anomalous chatter over the communication ray and there are several ships coming into range now."
"How many?" Caldwell looked at her station. The technician shook her head.
"It's hard to tell. There are at least two major ships, a number of smaller cargo or transport sized ships, and bunch of fighters. The two major ships and the two forms of fighters seem to be fighting, sir." The technician answered.
"Can we get a visual?" Caldwell ordered. One of the technicians called one up. We studied the ships. One was almost bigger than the Deadalus and seemed to be surrounded by cargo ships as the technician said. "Let's hear that radio chatter."
"Yes, sir." The technician complied. We were immediately assaulted by what sounded like fighter pilots giving various orders and information.
"Starbuck, you've got one on your tail! Watch it." A male warned an unseen pilot.
"I've got him, Apollo." A second male answered tersely then whooped. "Eat my dust, Cylon!"
"Keep your mind in the fight, Starbuck." The first voice ordered dryly. I chuckled. McKay rolled his eyes.
"Sound familiar, Sheppard?" He asked. I glanced over at him innocently. He snorted. "Yep, definitely sounds like you."
"They sound like humans. Can we tell which fighter is which?" Caldwell questioned. Another technician studied the readings. After a minute, two ships were selected. One was red while the other, blue.
"Sir, the red one's 'Apollo,' while the blue one is the one called 'Starbuck.'" The technician informed us. Caldwell nodded. We listened and watched as the ships, which looked a lot like the Star Wars Y-Fighters, battled silver gliders that were a shiny match for our F-302's or Goa'uld Death Gliders. Suddenly 'Cylon' gliders zeroed in on Starbuck's fighter. The pilot was skilled, I'll give him that, but he was outgunned. His ship caught fire.
"Frack! Apollo, I'm hit!" The young voice came back over the connection. Caldwell frowned.
"They sound like they're in trouble. What do the other gliders sound like?" He asked. After listening to a few seconds of the robotic voices and machine-like discussions, he made a decision. "I don't like it when somebody kills humans. Get a lock on Starbuck and pull him out of there. I want to know what's going on. Beam him straight to the bridge. I figure Sheppard and Mitchell can take care of him, right?"
"Yes, sir." We nodded. I was almost halfway recharged already. I gripped Excalibur tightly and turned it back into a pen. The Azgard beam activated just in time, whisking the pilot away seconds before his fighter exploded. It deposited a gasping and bewildered young human in the middle of the bridge. His eyes widened.
"What?!" He backed up a few steps and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Ok, this is new."
"Well, we know he's human at least." I held my hands up in a placating gesture as I walked over, sticking Excalibur into my pocket. "Easy, we're peaceful. We just stumbled onto your little firefight over there and wanted to find out what was going on. We used a teleportation beam to grab you out of your ship before it exploded. Can you tell us what's happening?"
"Thanks, I guess. I'm Lieutenant Starbuck, by the way. As for what's happening, the Cylons are attacking the fleet. I'm a pilot aboard the Battlestar Galactica. The Cylons, machine intelligences, are trying to kill all humans, including the refugees from Caprica and the other colonies that we're protecting. We're fleeing from the colonies after the Cylons betrayed a ceasefire at a peace conference and destroyed the other eleven battlestars and all the colonies. We managed to evade the slaughter and we're trying to escort the remnants of the colonies to safety. Now who are you?" He winced and clutched his arm. I noticed the electrical burn. Luckily burns were simple enough that I could heal him and wouldn't have to prick my finger. I'd hate to see his reaction to his rescuers putting blood on his wounds. He'd probably think we were cannibals or something.
"Here, let me help you." I put my hand over his arm and concentrated. When I was done he looked at me in amazement. I glanced over at Caldwell and got a grudging nod. I began to explain. "My name's Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard and you're onboard the Earth ship, Deadalus. We were having a spot of hyperdrive trouble and ended up in this galaxy. Saw your little battle, and figured we didn't want to do anything without finding who was attacking whom. We overheard your chatter versus the other fighters' chatter and decided you sounded more human. And you know the rest."
"Earth? Seriously? Wait 'til Apollo hears this! We've been looking for Earth for over a year. It's supposed to be where the thirteenth colony." He exclaimed. "Can all of you heal like that?"
"Nah, just me and Lt. Col. Cameron Mitchell over there." I motioned over to Cam. "We're a bit special. Col. Caldwell, I'm inclined to believe him. Can we give the Galactica a hand?"
"I agree. Engage sublight and set course to intercept the Cylon ship. As soon as we're in range, fire the forward energy weapons." Caldwell sat back and we moved to the side of the bridge as the Deadalus closed in on the distant battle. Starbuck watched in fascination. When the bright blue energy weapon sliced towards the Cylon ship, he gaped in open awe. The beam slammed into their shields and, once the other forward beam joined it, it went straight through. The ship was maimed.
"The core is at the center of the basestar. It should be fatal if you can hit it." Starbuck advised.
"Noted." Caldwell motioned for the adjustment to be made. The second strike struck the 'basestar' dead center and went straight through. The ship exploded. "I assume the gliders are smaller fighters?"
"Yes, sir." He answered automatically. They obviously had a military as well.
"Very well. Target the gliders with the forward rail guns. Be careful not to strike the other fighters or the Galactica and its fleet. Don't want any human casualties." He ordered. The technicians around us nodded. Starbuck turned to me.
"Do you have a fighter I could use? I ought to help my squadron clean this up. Cylons go kamikaze if you let them. They'll start trying to crash into the bridge or the fighter bays to prevent the fighters from landing." Starbuck looked antsy, a true sign of a pilot. We didn't like being out of the cockpit.
"Actually, we do, but I wouldn't suggest it. Our fighters appear very similar in shape to the gliders. It must be a freak in design, but ours are gliders as well, just not as shiny. We can't risk being shot down as Cylons. That wouldn't go over well with our bosses." McKay answered his question. Starbuck nodded reluctantly.
"Can you zoom in on some of the ships? I've got an idea." I looked at screen. The technician did so. I gripped Mitchell's shoulder. "Shields as weapons, remember?"
"Got it." He responded and grabbed my shoulder in return. When we were first learning how to shield, Sol had told us the various ways to shield. The basic way and reason to shield was to protect, but if you energized one side of the shield and placed it where ships could run into it, they would be destroyed. We blended our powers and focused together. As we watched the first glider chasing a fighter, we concentrated harder. It was a little more difficult than a normal shield, but nowhere near as hard as the shield that had been required to protect the Deadalus in hyperspace. We waited for the fighter to travel by and then raised a small shield in front of the Cylon glider. It rammed right into it, exploding on contact. The technician was smart enough not to ask any questions and merely selected a new target. That time we got two with one hit. Eventually, after we had downed almost fifteen gliders, we ran out of enemies to destroy.
"Is that it? We're done?" I asked. Starbuck analyzed the screen.
"Yes! Of course, Adama will probably want to talk to you before recalling the fighters. Can you establish a connection?" Starbuck grinned, obviously excited that the Cylon threat was eliminated.
"We should be able to. The signals and frequencies your ships are using are adaptable to be used with our equipment." McKay fiddled with a console. Col. Caldwell straightened. McKay nodded to him.
"This is Colonel Steven Caldwell of the Deadalus. Can I speak to Commander Adama?" Caldwell formally greeted the ship. A screen came up as the connection was established. An elderly man smiled through the screen.
"I am Commander Adama. We thank you for your assistance in defeating Cylons. You saved many people's lives today. May I ask how you know of me?" He was obviously glad that we showed up, but shadow of sadness hovered in his eyes.
"Actually, we learned about you from one of the pilots we saved. We possess beaming technology that can teleport people and we managed to rescue one of your pilots before his ship was destroyed. I believe he calls himself Starbuck." Caldwell informed him. Starbuck stepped into the camera's view. He mock saluted and grinned. The man's face immediately softened.
"Starbuck! Apollo said…" Adama trailed off, and then smiled. "I am doubly in debt to you, Col. Caldwell. Starbuck is a close friend of my son and his loss was felt deeply. To hear that he is not dead as we thought is wonderful."
"Sir, that's not all. This ship, it's from Earth!" Starbuck burst out, obviously impatient. Stunned silence followed his announcement.
"After all this time searching for Earth, we are saved by one of their ships? This is a good day after all." Adama was awed. "Is it possible for us to talk privately?"
"I can send over a few men, along with your wayward pilot if you will allow it and if you will recall your fighters. We would hate for there to be any misunderstandings." Caldwell offered. Adama nodded.
"Of course." He replied then addressed someone off screen. "Recall all squadrons. And tell Apollo that Starbuck is alive."
"Tell him you can't get rid of me that easily." Starbuck joked.
"I don't doubt it, Starbuck. Will your men need an escort to our fighter bays?" Adama asked. I looked at Caldwell. He raised an eyebrow slightly. I nodded and Mitchell copied my movement.
"I don't think that'll be necessary. If you will, please don't be startled, but the two I am sending, Lieutenant Colonels Sheppard and Mitchell, have their own methods of transport. They can bring Starbuck back with them." Caldwell told him. I stepped up and offered Starbuck my arm. He took it warily.
"Why do I have to touch you? I wasn't anywhere near you when you teleported me out of my ship." He looked confused.
"The first time you teleported, we used technology to do so. This time, I'm teleporting you myself. I'll tell you about it some time, but Mitchell and I have this ability among others. We were creating the shields that destroyed the gliders." I explained. "Like I said before, we're a bit special. Ready?"
"Guess so." He didn't look as confident as he had before. I popped out, landing in the background of the Galactica's bridge. I was met with several gasps. I looked around and smirked.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, but you can call me John or Col. Sheppard. Decent ship you've got here." I greeted them and stepped back a few feet, allowing Mitchell to pop in where I had been standing. A sudden movement at one of the doors almost made me jump. A black-haired man came running up the steps grabbed Starbuck. It took me a second to recognize that the two we in a bear hug. They slapped each other on the back a few times and broke apart. "I take it you're Apollo?"
"I am." He tousled Starbuck's hair. "Starbuck's like a brother to me and I thought he died out there. Thank you for saving him."
"Anytime. Shall we talk?" I turned to Adama. He nodded.
"Right this way." He motioned to one side room and led us to a type of conference room. Our ensuing conversation finally resulted in Mitchell having to go get Daniel from the Deadalus to compare histories. What he found was shocking to say the least.
"What are you so excited about, Jackson?" Mitchell drawled out, staring at the grinning archeologist. The kid just smiled broadly and gave us the shortest explanation ever.
"We're related." He announced as everyone fell silent. I raised my eyebrows in shock. Oh.
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End Part One
A/N: Now just to fix the timeline errors. *sigh* Perhaps after my final Tuesday I'll be able to think on it better. I tried to stay true to character with Apollo and Starbuck of BSG (the original version, not the new one). I really don't enjoy the severe backstabbing and double-crossing and oh, hey, never mind, she's been a Cylon the entire time stuff. Just gets a little too complex to actually enjoy... or follow. I quit Lost for the same reason after season one. And Starbuck as a girl?! What the frack is up with that?! No. Just no. If you haven't seen the old version, but know the new version... don't worry. Storyline is basically the same with less likelihood of being lost in the twists and turns and treachery. Pretty straightforward run for your lives scenario. Except the Deadalus kicks Cylon butt and saves the day. Now... how to get home? Don't worry it shouldn't be another six months before I update again... dear Lord I hope not... I may get lynched. So now... review. Maybe some other reviewer could offer up a tasty crossover or idea for me to work with. I'm open to most shows (as long as I have an inkling as to how to introduce them and/or reconcile timelines and settings). If not... I may take a short hiatus after part two to writ a mega crossover with my own fics, King of the Dragons, The Sun Lord, and the as of yet WIP The Dolphin Charm. Kind of excited... kind of worried on how the reception will be. Not many people have actually read KOD or The Sun Lord... not nearly as many as have read this one at least (I am spoiled by the sheer quantity of SGA readers). So clue me in to what you're all thinking please! :D