stargateficrec | Nothing Important Happened Today or (Today, We Saw Rocks) by Medie (R) (Reply)

Show: SG1
Rec Category: Crossover
Characters: Susan Ivanova, Sam Carter
Pairing: Susan/Sam
Het/Slash/Gen: slash (of the femm variety)
Warning: none
Author on LJ: medie
Author's Website: DW, SGA tag on LJ, SG1 tag on LJ, AO3
Link: Nothing Important Happened Today or (Today, We Saw Rocks)

Why this must be read:

Xover with Babylon 5

B5 and SG1 are two fandoms that you would think are very hard to cross well; however, Medie proves that assumption wrong with this gem of a fic that left my jaw on the floor for its sheer writing. Instead of dwelling on the "how" of the story, Medie gives us a glimpse into the character aspect of such a crossover. Told from the POV of Commander Susan Ivanova (one of my fav characters from B5, I must admit), Medie delves into how this new arrival affects Susan on a personal and professional level. And let me tell you, Medie's grasp of Susan's character voice is out of this world! At the same time, Sam must come to grips that there is no way home and needs to find herself a home in this new place and century. The median these two reach at the end is both heart-twinging (for Sam's sake), and yet uplifting in that at least they found each other. Go read and enjoy. It's fifteen minutes very well spent. :)

Story Summary: god help you if you find anything out here, the reports for that multiply like minbari at a prayer service to which there is no end

An American astronaut beyond the rim.

It's not every day an EarthForce captain gets to make such a stunning discovery, but for Susan, not so much. Four years on Babylon 5 have left their mark on her and, already a legend to her crew, her reaction to the unconscious woman's recovery - a raised brow - merely adds to the whispers.

'This keeps up, I can declare myself Tsarina of all Russia and no one will even blink,' she observes dryly, imagining she doesn't hear Talia's soft laugh, or see Marcus's quick merry grin in her mind.

It's typically Russian to walk with such ghosts so she squares her shoulders, straightens her spine, and commands her medical officer, "tell me when she's awake," in an authoritative voice she usually reserves for things such as ordering crewmen into Hell. She's overcompensating just a little and she turns on her heel, pretending not to hear the doctor's dry chuckle. It's too much like Stephen's for coincidence, yet more proof for her theory that irreverence for one's commanding officer is most likely a required course in medical school.

She absolutely does not flee medlab because of it.