a lake with no fish, by spikedluv (PG)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters:Pairings: none
Categories: gen, crossover
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1200
Author on DW:spikedluv
Author's Website: AO3 Profile
Link: a lake with no fish
Author's Summary:
Clint Barton is minding his own business in NYC and meets . . . Jack O’Neill.
Why This Must Be Read:
A fun 'into a bar' type fic where characters from different universes meet. Jack, of course, takes Clint fishing in his lake with no fish. This Clint is currently lost and needs a new objective, so Jack's goal is to give him one.
Clint was out for a run with Lucky when suddenly he wasn’t. There was a tingle, then his surroundings changed. Clint stumbled and went with the motion to end up on his knees. He quickly looked around in an attempt to figure out where he was. Everything was grey, and he was disoriented by whatever means they’d used to transport him here. Finally, the sound he heard resolved itself into a voice.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you? Yes, you are! Don’t worry, we’re not going to hurt him. Or you. What’s his name?”
Clint knew that the voice was finally directed at him. “What is this place?”
“A space ship,” the stranger said.
“Sure,” Clint said. He straightened from his crouch and placed a hand on Lucky’s head.
“Who are you?”
“General Jack O’Neill,” the stranger said. “Two ‘L’s.”
Clint examined the man’s dress. “Where’s your uniform? You look like you’re dressed to go fishing.”
“That’s because we are going fishing,” O’Neill said. “Carter!”
“Jack, are you sure . . . ?”
“I’m sure.”
Carter sighed and gave Clint what almost looked like an apologetic look. “Of course, General.”
“Hang on to your hat,” Jack said.
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters:Pairings: none
Categories: gen, crossover
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1200
Author on DW:
spikedluvAuthor's Website: AO3 Profile
Link: a lake with no fish
Author's Summary:
Clint Barton is minding his own business in NYC and meets . . . Jack O’Neill.
Why This Must Be Read:
A fun 'into a bar' type fic where characters from different universes meet. Jack, of course, takes Clint fishing in his lake with no fish. This Clint is currently lost and needs a new objective, so Jack's goal is to give him one.
Clint was out for a run with Lucky when suddenly he wasn’t. There was a tingle, then his surroundings changed. Clint stumbled and went with the motion to end up on his knees. He quickly looked around in an attempt to figure out where he was. Everything was grey, and he was disoriented by whatever means they’d used to transport him here. Finally, the sound he heard resolved itself into a voice.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you? Yes, you are! Don’t worry, we’re not going to hurt him. Or you. What’s his name?”
Clint knew that the voice was finally directed at him. “What is this place?”
“A space ship,” the stranger said.
“Sure,” Clint said. He straightened from his crouch and placed a hand on Lucky’s head.
“Who are you?”
“General Jack O’Neill,” the stranger said. “Two ‘L’s.”
Clint examined the man’s dress. “Where’s your uniform? You look like you’re dressed to go fishing.”
“That’s because we are going fishing,” O’Neill said. “Carter!”
“Jack, are you sure . . . ?”
“I’m sure.”
Carter sighed and gave Clint what almost looked like an apologetic look. “Of course, General.”
“Hang on to your hat,” Jack said.
