Stardust by Kikkimax (PG13)

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Show: SG-1

Rec Category: Crossover (NCIS)
Characters: Daniel Jackson
Categories: Slash, Action/Adventure, Mystery
Warnings: Slash, No graphic sexual content, Squeamish scene and mention of torture
Author on LJ: kikkimax
Author's Website: Dreamwidth
Link: StarDust (part 1) | StarDust (part 2)

Why This Must Be Read:
This was another classic that was recced more than 10 years back but the links unfortunately goes to neverland. So get ready for a crossover with UST, conspiracies, amnesia!fic (Daniel lost his memory again!), Tony Dinozzo, car chases novella.

Gibbs and his team are called in for an unusual murder case, and the only witness is a man handcuffed to a chair surrounded by dead men and implements of torture. The only problem? An unfortunate case of amnesia: he can't remember a thing. The team take him into protective custody as a material witness, while they try to help "John" (Doe) jog his memory. The problem is, the only flashes of memory he *does* have include watching a large, deadly firefight which includes a pyramid shaped "Spaceship."

I am not a big fan of NCIS but by the time the fic was over (and it's a fairly long fic), I find myself reaching for the Netflix channel. The plot is good and solid, the descriptions fascinating, and I can see why both the Stargate Fan Awards and the NCIS FanFic Awards voted this fic top Crossover.


"Semper Fi," Gibbs commented under his breath.

"Excuse me?" John asked, leaning forward with a spark of interest.

"It’s a Marine greeting. It’s Latin; it means ‘always faithful’."

"No," John corrected, his brow creasing in thought. "Always faithful, that would be semper fidelis, I think." He blinked back at the two sets of eyes suddenly staring at him. "Is that right?" he asked warily, looking around anxiously for Tony who approached from behind and put a reassuring hand on the back of his chair.

"Technically, yeah…" Gibbs granted slowly.

"Let’s try another one," Kate suggested. "Um, let me think… noli me tangere."

"Touch me not," John translated without hesitation.

Tony snorted lightly. "Only you, Kate. John, say this in Latin," he proposed, "It's not the heat, it's the humidity."

"Non calor sed umor est qui nobis incommodat."

"Is that right?" Gibbs asked this time, looking at Tony then Kate.

"Beats me," Tony shrugged as he sat down. "It sounded good. Say ‘the designated hitter rule has got to go’."

"Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est."

"So he knows a little Latin," Gibbs shrugged.

"No," Kate shook her head in amazement. "He’s not pulling out a common word or phrase. He’s very confident in his responses. I’d say he’s fluent in Latin even if we don’t know what he’s saying."

"Is that a scroll in your toga, or are you just happy to see me?"

John paused and eyed Tony uncertainly before speaking. "Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre?"