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To celebrate #StargateDay2021 I wrote two sparky fics that our very own @stargatelov3r gave to me! They also created a collection for people to post their fics to celebrate today!

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/StargateDay2021

Check out all of the awesome fics our great fandom have written!!

9 notes • Posted 2021-10-28 17:16:51 GMT

‘A family trip that goes wrong’

(Mcshep and Carter/O’Neill fic, not sure if to post on AO3 and it’s not amazing but hope you enjoy!)

“John! Make sure you pack the sun cream, you know I have very pale skin, yes yes I know you know but I was just checking!” He had to be prepared for all climates, he sorted through his backpack yet again as a nervous tic. They were going on a recon mission with some natives that Teyla said were friendly, but instead of going with the team it was going to be him, John, Jack and Sam- aka the ‘family’ as John liked to refer to them as sometimes. It’d been nearly a year since they became a couple and John had found out Jack is his dad, while they got on it didn’t mean Rodney himself wasn’t still nervous of Jack slightly.

“Rodney, buddy, you don’t need that much suncream. Teyla said it wouldn’t even be that sunny there. You know you don’t have to come along, it’s just routine.” John looked up from his own lightly packed bag, mild concern filling his features as he looked at his Scientist’s face. He was apprehensive, himself, about spending a mission with his dad and Sam, where he would effectively be giving them orders, but he liked the idea of spending a mission with his sort of parents.

“No no I want to come, someone has to make sure no alien women snatch you. Just knowing you are a magnet for trouble and so is O’Neill, combining the two of you is like asking for the wraith to show up.” He pointed out the history of beautiful alien women always wanting to get with John, he couldn’t help but feel a little possessive seeing as it was only rational considering the evidence. Rodney was also sure that O’Neill still had some sort of dislike towards him, even though he was clearly over Sam. He accepted the short kiss from John, running his fingers over the elf ears he loved so much, he felt comforted by John’s physical assurance- hoping this feeling of dread wouldn’t manifest into something real.

Jack looked in the mirror as he pulled on the tac vest over the standard Atlantis uniform. He looked at the Atlantis patches on his sleeves, it felt strange pulling on this uniform again after time away from being off world. He felt transported back to 1997, pulling on the uniform of his SG1 team for the first time and walking through the wormhole with them. Sam came up behind her husband, her hair neatly tied back in a ponytail and looking every inch of the perfect leader in his eyes. Her hands slid down his arms,

“I never thought I would be doing this again, let alone with you. It feels different, ya know? I feel like I should be telling Danny to stop touching stuff or keeping an eye on you and your doohickeys with T. But, that’s the kid’s job now.” He felt old but more comfortable back in tactical gear, it was a second skin to him after all these years wearing some sort of military uniform.

“You still look handsome in the uniform, Jack. Just promise you’ll let John lead the mission, you don’t need to be the leader. Come on, otherwise we’ll be late for our own mission.” Squeezing his hand affectionately before making her way out of their shared quarters, the thrill that always accompanied going off world returned.

As they walked through the field, the LSD clutched in Rodney’s hand as they searched for the community that Teyla mentioned.

“I’m reading multiple life signs up ahead, but no sort of energy signs, just another primitive society.” Causing Jack to hold in a laugh at the long suffering look on McKay’s face as he spoke. John’s face crinkled in confusion as he asked Rodney to check again, he could swear he could hear something calling to him,

“This way. There’s something here, I’m not sure what.” Sam shared a worried look with Jack, in their history of off worldly dealings, a heightened sense of ‘something’ being there was not a good sign. They let Sam do the introductions with the Elder of the village while John silently reminded Rodney of the rules Teyla gives them any time they meet with someone off-world. Meaning Rodney stays silent and John tries to look friendly, although he couldn’t help but attempt to interject when he heard something about a God, but Jack spoke before he could,

“You think we could meet this, uh God of yours, ya know so we can ask if they could help us?” Waving his hand in the general direction of the village as more people came out of their homes to stare at the 4 of them. Sam gave him a discreet elbow to his arm for his slight accusatory tone, reminding him that don’t have Daniel to smooth things over. John caught the action and gave his dad an amused smile, his eyes clearly saying what he couldn’t at the moment- ‘whipped’, causing Rodney to snort which he tried to cover with a cough.

“Your leader may meet with our oracle, but we do not allow weapons in the presence of our hall of sanctuary. Please remove your weapons and leave them here, then I will take you there.” Of course, they didn’t allow weapons there, John didn’t like the idea of not having any weapons on him but if they were going to stand a chance of seeing this ‘God’ then he’ll have to make do.

“Are you serious, Sheppard? May I remind you of the many times you went alone to greet someone without weapons?” Rodney exclaimed, masking the worry as John gave him his gun and pistol. John gave him a stare while shrugging off his tac vest, just in case they were going to search it for hidden knives, he handed it to Jack who was eyeing the Elder suspiciously.

“I’ll have my comm still, Carter you and Rodney search for any sort of energy readings, if this is anything like when we met Chaya or Otho then we should be on our guard. Jack, can you talk to some of the villagers and radio back to Elizabeth?” His tone left no room for arguments that even stopped Rodney of all people. Jack admired the type of leader that his son continued to be, he had to admit he would do something exactly the same thing in this situation- he had done multiple times- but it didn’t mean he felt comfortable with watching his son do it. He watched as John handed something to Rodney and spoke lowly to him before leaving to follow the Elder, hands in his pockets to give off a casual air of indifference.

For once Rodney was not babbling away as they trudged around the boundary of the village, it allowed Sam to observe Rodney. He was far from the extremely arrogant scientist she met who continually tried to hit on her, didn’t even know how to handle a gun and isolated everyone away from him. Now here he was, comfortable with a gun and had a partner that loved him.

“Rodney, he’ll be fine. Even without a gun he can fight his way out. I’m picking up some energy readings over here.” That got Rodney’s attention as he strides over to where she was standing, already getting the necessary systems up on his tablet as they tried to work out what could generate this amount of energy. They were interrupted by a static voice coming over the comm unit and Rodney was hopeful for a second it was John, then recognised Jack’s distinct drawl,

“Carter, McKay, come in. Talked to some of the local folks, they said there’s one god they worship, names Bacchae. No clue who he is, doesn’t sound real.”

“He’s a Greek God, am I the only one who listens to Daniel?” John’s voice chimed in distantly, somehow remembering the name of the different Gods Daniel had told him about, at least it was coming in handy now.

“Yes you are, because Jackson’s idea of science is digging around in the dirt for very old things, no math needed at all.” Rodney shot back without any bite to it, everyone knew that Daniel and Rodney did actually get along; even though Rodney liked to pretend they didn’t. Jack rolled his eyes at the back and forth, starting to understand what Hammond felt like dealing with him and Daniel,

“Alright kids, focus back on the task. Locals said they haven’t seen him, just that they worship him and give him offerings. The oracle is how they contact this God.” Relaying all of the information he had gathered while talking to some of the locals, keeping an eye on the coming and goings of the people- trying to find anything suspicious.

—————————Scene Change——————-

John waited in the empty hall, hands in his pockets as he examined the architecture; it wasn’t quite Lantean in style but he could see the similarities. His attention was pulled back to the present when the oracle returned,

“Bacchae wishes to meet with you, come this way.” John raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, this wasn’t the time to offend someone if there truly was a God here- not that he believed it for a second after seeing what this galaxy continually threw at them. He walked silently behind the Elder, his eyes continually darting around for any possible locations of information he could relay back to Rodney. They came to a stop by a small platform and he was told to wait there alone for Bacchae to appear. John hated that he didn't have the comfort of a weapon while he was vulnerable to attack. A light flickered in front of him and a skinny man with a long beard holding a cup of wine appeared.

“Make your request, young one and it shall be granted.” John frowned, he reached out a hand to test a theory. His hand went right through the hologram, confirming his suspicions and he stepped up the platform, instinctively touching the small panel in front of him. The image changed to the same man wearing an Atlantean uniform and a pre-recorded message talking about his role and what happened to him when Atlantis was submerged. The message ended and the hologram appeared again. John’s mind made the connections as he remembered what the Elder said and what Jack learnt from the local village; these people were being manipulated to provide items they barely had to this ‘oracle’.

“Hey Oracle! When are you going to tell your people that your ‘God’ is fake and you’re exploiting them for your own gain?” Striding angrily back to the Oracle, his control over his words breaking as he thought about how little the people in the village have.

“Colonel Sheppard, surely you can understand the need for them to believe there is a God. It helps keep the system in place, make sure they know who gives them safety and a home. All we ask in return are offerings of food and their best items, no harm no foul, as a leader you understand.” The oracle’s voice was smooth, uncaring as if he was sure that John would agree with him. John’s anger rose, but he breathed in deeply to keep his voice calm, but his eyes were cold,

“You are lying to these people and using them, this is not what leadership is. Myself, Sam and Elizabeth would never do this, leadership is about making difficult decisions and keeping your people safe. You listen to your people, take into account what they are saying and you do your damn best to keep them alive everyday. If you are not going to step up and let go of your power, then I will tell them myself.” His voice deadly calm as he made sure the Oracle knew his threat was serious, anger like an angry storm was swirling and crashing in his eyes. All he had was a knife hidden in his boot, but he was prepared to fight if the man tried to stop him, what he didn’t expect was pain to explode in the back of his head and darkness to descend over his eyes.

The sound of more people arriving drew Jack’s attention, the elder he was talking to looked frightened and it didn’t help ease Jack’s anxiety about his people being out there alone. His hand instinctively went to tap his comm,

“Sam, McKay, John? Something is happening in the village, folks look concerned, get back here as soon as you can.” His anxiety rose as he received no response from John, but he tried to reassure himself that he may just be out of range. He slowly followed the mass of people that were moving towards the men dressed in military uniform carrying batons. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sam and McKay coming to join him, Sam’s arm brushing against his. He gestured for them to be silent and to watch as a man wearing a type of religious garb stepped up on a wooden box,

“Brothers and sisters I stand before you today because this man has dared to question our glorious god, Bacchae. He dares to say He is not real and your offerings are false! Under the laws of this village, those who question the God are publicly punished.” The oracle stepped aside and gestured to the military men to reveal the heretic.

Rodney was the first to recognise the so called heretic, he could never misplace the messy, spikey black hair. John’s hands were raised above him and tied tightly with rope to a tall wooden pole, he had been stripped of his t-shirt and the chain of his dog tags were glinting in the little light there was. The scientist tried to surge forward to stop what was going to happen but a hand stopped him and he saw Sam gripping the back of his tac vest,

“Sam, you know what they are about to do to him, you think I can stand here while these idiots hurt him? Let me go.” Rodney whispered angrily, his voice nearly rising enough to get the attention of the military, he felt like he was back watching the wraith drain the life out of John again. He tried to detach Sam’s grip but she was stronger than him, he looked over at Jack, whose hands were balled into fists in an attempt of self control.

“If we make a commotion now, it’ll be worse for John and you know that. Keep silent and then we’ll take them out when we can, we cannot risk the civilians here.” Sam said lowly, pulling Rodney further into the crowd so they wouldn’t stand out. She felt sick as the saw what they were using to ‘punish’ John, a leather whip.

“Colonel Sheppard shall receive 20 strokes and he will be left here under guard as an example to all of you. You may proceed.” Giving the brute standing over John permission. The crack of the whip against John’s back was loud enough to make everyone flinch. John remained silent. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. 4 more strokes were landed on John’s back and blood was already beginning to appear from the welts. Time seemed to slow and all eyes were on John, the brute wore a sinister smile, trying to draw as much pain out as he could. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. 5 more strokes. John’s back was covered in welts and blood was seeping out, but still he was silent. Rodney was rooted to the spot, his face was pale and his mouth was set in a thin line. Sam’s face was neutral but her eyes were filled with burning anger, she hated how silent John was, the only small reactions were the tensing of muscles and minuscule flinches. A single tear had fallen down Jack’s face as he watched his son in pain and he felt the urge to kill every single one of them. He was poised for attack, wanting to rip the whip out of the man’s hand. 5 more strokes then it was over. They needed to wait until the opportune moment, even if it meant they had to watch John suffer.

It was dark when the opportunity came. Sam crept up behind the single guard left there, her arm coming up to his windpipe and knocking him unconscious as silently as she could.

“Rodney, you’re going to need to be careful when you cut through the rope, the blood is going to flow back painfully so be ready to catch his arms.” Jack instructed firmly, trying to desperately ignore the blood covered back as he placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. In a way he was glad John was passed out for this as it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. He gently caught John as his arms were released and he felt his son’s body spasm in shock, his eyes fluttered open just a little, clouded in pain,

“Dad? Bacchae is dead, was an Ancient, but was a hologram.” His voice slurred with pain, wincing as he tried to move his hand towards Rodney. The scientist stared incredulously at John before taking the hand gently,

“John, I told you that you would attract trouble.” Trying to make light of seeing his boyfriend hurt and in pain, he didn’t want to freak out like he usually did. He stroked John’s hair, his hand stilling when he felt blood at the back of John’s head. He raised his hand slightly to show Sam and Jack, his hand shaking ever so slightly as he tried not to freak out, they needed to get John back to Atlantis.

“I’m sorry, kid, this is going to hurt but we’re going to get you back home. Frazier or Beckett will patch you up.” He slipped one of John’s arms around his shoulder, signalling Sam to do the same as they carefully pulled John into an upright position. Rodney picked up John’s tac vest and gun, trying to push back the rising anxiety over his partner.

Everyone in the gate room stared in shock when they returned with John half conscious,

“Stop staring and get Carson here, now!” Rodney snapped, glaring at everyone until they went back to what they were doing, wishing someone from their family was here. Less than 5 minutes Carson had arrived with Janet in tow,

“Okay, carefully lay him on here, any head wounds or worrying symptoms we should know about?”

“Head injury, he threw up a few times on the way back, he’s been in and out of consciousness and he was whipped 20 times while his hands were tied by rope.” Sam summarised to Janet as they followed them to the infirmary,

“I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait out here.” She told them gently, glancing worriedly at Rodney who was staring quietly at his hand that had John’s blood on it. Jack did something uncharacteristic and put a hand on Rodney’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly,

“John’s tough and Beckett’s a good doctor. What did he give you before he left?” Jack asked quietly, being the most patient he had ever been with Rodney, the man in question dug through his pockets and took out a pair of dog tags and handed them to the older soldier. The tags read ‘John Sheppard-McKay’ and ‘Rodney Sheppard-McKay’ with a smaller third one reading ‘O’Neill-Carter’. They were new tags, Sam noticed, having seen John’s dog tags a few times and the added ‘tags’ that represented Ronon and Teyla. She looked at Jack, holding her breath at the implication of them officially being counted as family and she took his hand in silent happiness. No words were needed as they waited for news on the man that binds them together.

14 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 18:22:34 GMT

Prompt: ‘Make sure you come back to me, okay?’ For @just-a-donut-who-reads

(Set in my AU universe where msr got together early on + skinner adopted mulder)

He should’ve known that Scully would’ve worked out that he wasn’t betraying the FBI, instead he was undercover. He had wanted to tell her so she wouldn’t worry, but for once he played by the rules to ensure the safety of her, his dad and Maggie- he wasn’t going to take the risk. He tried to relax on Scully’s sofa as she gathered her medical supplies while he applied ice to his broken fingers.

“Mulder, no one followed us here, they will probably be outside your apartment.” She tried to assure him as she gently lifted his head to apply ice to his swollen eye. She was angry at Skinner for allowing Mulder- his own son- to be put on this assignment and she wanted nothing more than to help him and get him out of that situation but she reminded herself that he was one of the best FBI agents and Skinner wouldn’t let anything worse happen. She saw him trying to hold back a wince as she took the ice off his fingers and began to tape them up,“Mulder, it’s alright to show you’re in pain. I can get you some painkillers.” She said softly, trying to be as gentle as she could as she expertly taped the cast in place, she took his hand in hers, covering his larger hand in her two smaller ones. She studied his face, the slight stubble on his face, the tiredness and pain swirling in those eyes that usually held a spark of mischief that was now accompanied with a slight frown instead of his cheeky smile. She slipped her arm around his waist and slowly maneuvered him to lie down with her on her couch, his head resting on her chest and his good hand tangled with hers on his stomach. At this point nothing else mattered as Mulder drew comfort from Scully, relaxing as he listened to her even breathing while it tickled his neck, closing his eyes as she carded her other hand through his hair- occasionally stopping to leave longing kisses on his head.

“Mulder, make sure you come back to me okay? No matter what happens tomorrow, please come back to me.” She pleaded into the quiet surroundings of her apartment, vulnerability bleeding into her voice as cold fright gripped her at the thought of losing him.

“Scully… Dana, I will always come back to you. Wild aliens couldn’t keep me away from you. You are my constant, I love you.” He leant up slightly to kiss her, reassuring both himself and her, his love increasing as she tightened her arm protectively over him.

21 notes • Posted 2021-09-03 13:32:07 GMT

Prompts 2 and 40 for MSR💙?

Yes!! I will try to get these done ASAP!! 💖

22 notes • Posted 2021-08-29 17:44:08 GMT

So I’m rewatching the Stargate SG1 series 3 episode 23 ‘Nemesis’ and when Teal’c is in the space suit, Jack tells him to say something and he says ‘One small step for Jaffa’ which implies that Teal’c at some point watched the moon landing. What I want to know is did someone show it to him and then try to explain it or did he watch it himself? My bet is Daniel showed him tbh

58 notes • Posted 2021-07-16 15:01:47 GMT

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