New Friends by PaBurke (G)
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stargateficrecShow: SG1/SGA
Rec Category: Crossover (Angel)
Characters: Janet Fraiser, SG1 team, SGA team, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce
Pairings: None
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Some knowledge of Angel is required
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faithburke
Author's Website: AO3 or FF.net or TTH.org
Link: Livejornal or FF.net
Why This Must Be Read:
I love it when nerds turns out to be BAMFs. And one can be hard pressed to find a bigger nerd than Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.
But if you are not familiar with Angel (TV Show), the fic may be lost on you. Let's just say that ‘Sleep Tight’ ended differently for Angel. Oh, and ignore ‘Heroes.’
Wesley is starting a new life with Connor as a linguist for SG team.
Wesley recognized the whistling and so didn’t bother to lift his head as the newcomer entered Jackson’s messy office. “Dr. Jackson just stepped out for coffee, Colonel O’Neill.”
The whistling stopped and so did the light-hearted tread. Wesley almost winced; maybe he shouldn’t have revealed how situationally aware he had trained himself to be.
“I know,” O’Neill said, “Was looking for you.”
This time, Wesley did lift his head. “Oh?”
“No less than three different SG leaders have asked about you. Right now, I’m surprised it hasn’t been more. It’d be nice to have a geek who doesn’t lose himself in the rocks.” O’Neill shook one such artifact in Wesley’s face.
Wesley calmly snagged the artifact away and set it out of O’Neill’s reach. O’Neill grinned as he recognized the move.
The colonel resumed the conversation. “Daniel said that you can talk all sorts of languages and tend to be more diplomatic than most which would keep some of our teams out of trouble.”
“I can’t,” Wesley interrupted.
“I know,” said O’Neill and his dark eyes showed even more sympathy. “Doc told me, but I want to know why you kept this job after you found out how dangerous it was under this mountain. It is better than out there,” he waved toward outerspace, “but it’s not as safe as a cushy job I’m sure you could get in the civilian world.”
Wesley sat in his chair and considered how to answer. “Connor’s mother was… not a nice person and her family was-is worse. They tend to be obsessive and controlling, powerful and dangerous. I need the hazardous pay and the connections here to keep Connor safe and secret. Plus, they would not look for me in the American Air Force.”
Rec Category: Crossover (Angel)
Characters: Janet Fraiser, SG1 team, SGA team, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce
Pairings: None
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Some knowledge of Angel is required
Author on LJ:
faithburkeAuthor's Website: AO3 or FF.net or TTH.org
Link: Livejornal or FF.net
Why This Must Be Read:
I love it when nerds turns out to be BAMFs. And one can be hard pressed to find a bigger nerd than Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.
But if you are not familiar with Angel (TV Show), the fic may be lost on you. Let's just say that ‘Sleep Tight’ ended differently for Angel. Oh, and ignore ‘Heroes.’
Wesley is starting a new life with Connor as a linguist for SG team.
Wesley recognized the whistling and so didn’t bother to lift his head as the newcomer entered Jackson’s messy office. “Dr. Jackson just stepped out for coffee, Colonel O’Neill.”
The whistling stopped and so did the light-hearted tread. Wesley almost winced; maybe he shouldn’t have revealed how situationally aware he had trained himself to be.
“I know,” O’Neill said, “Was looking for you.”
This time, Wesley did lift his head. “Oh?”
“No less than three different SG leaders have asked about you. Right now, I’m surprised it hasn’t been more. It’d be nice to have a geek who doesn’t lose himself in the rocks.” O’Neill shook one such artifact in Wesley’s face.
Wesley calmly snagged the artifact away and set it out of O’Neill’s reach. O’Neill grinned as he recognized the move.
The colonel resumed the conversation. “Daniel said that you can talk all sorts of languages and tend to be more diplomatic than most which would keep some of our teams out of trouble.”
“I can’t,” Wesley interrupted.
“I know,” said O’Neill and his dark eyes showed even more sympathy. “Doc told me, but I want to know why you kept this job after you found out how dangerous it was under this mountain. It is better than out there,” he waved toward outerspace, “but it’s not as safe as a cushy job I’m sure you could get in the civilian world.”
Wesley sat in his chair and considered how to answer. “Connor’s mother was… not a nice person and her family was-is worse. They tend to be obsessive and controlling, powerful and dangerous. I need the hazardous pay and the connections here to keep Connor safe and secret. Plus, they would not look for me in the American Air Force.”
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