a lake with no fish, by spikedluv (PG)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1, MCU
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters:Pairings: none
Categories: crossover,
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1191
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:
Spikedluv was doing her own variation of "Into a Bar" starting with Clint Barton and asked for suggestions about who Clint might meet. I suggested Jack O'Neill and this lovely story is what happened.
If you're not aware, Spikedluv died suddenly on February 2, 2026. You can check her last post for links to her obituary, in the comments. I miss her daily posts about everyday life.
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.”
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters:Pairings: none
Categories: crossover,
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1191
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:
Spikedluv was doing her own variation of "Into a Bar" starting with Clint Barton and asked for suggestions about who Clint might meet. I suggested Jack O'Neill and this lovely story is what happened.
If you're not aware, Spikedluv died suddenly on February 2, 2026. You can check her last post for links to her obituary, in the comments. I miss her daily posts about everyday life.
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.”
