"Cheyenne" by Seldear (not rated)
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stargateficrecRec Category: crossovers
Pairing: nothing overt
Category: Stargate SG-1/Firefly crossover, AU
Warning: requires a working knowledge of Firefly to really understand it
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seldear
Author's Website: The Dragon's Lair
Link:
Cheyenne part I
Cheyenne part II
Why this must be read: One of my favorite kind of crossovers is a story that takes a group of characters from one universe and drops them into another as if they belonged there, had always belonged there. A good example of this are many of the AUs that exist in the Magnificent Seven fandom, where the main characters are the crew of a Federation starship, or Jedi, or whatever. I like it because it has all the advantages of an AU--allowing us to explore how the characters we know and love would be the same and different if the circumstances of their lives had been completely different, but while maintaining the comfortable surroundings of a familiar universe. This fic asks, what would SG-1 be like if they'd been born not only in a universe without Stargates, without Goa'uld or Ancients or *any* alien presence, but also five hundred years in the future. Firefly is a very human vision of the future, where we may have stepped out into the stars but the only nemesis we've found there is still ourselves, and that kind of a world would be *bound* to change a group of people who have--in the world as they and we know it--repeatedly saved Earth from an external threat. The other nice thing about this story is that it allows us to see the Firefly 'verse through other eyes than the crew of Serenity.
"You could just let us go," Mal suggested.
"I could," said Jack, amiably. "I'm not going to. So we're going to do this the nice way, okay?"
"The nice way?" Zoë asked, speaking for the first time.
"Does that involve you letting us go, hún dàn?" Jayne demanded angrily, and probably not without a bit of panic-covered toughness. Serenity might be flagged on the
Cortex, but Jayne was on record as having accompanied Simon and River onto Ariel. It tended to make a man a mite twitchy when it came to being taken in officially. "Or does that involve me grabbing this guy's gun and beating you over the head with it?"
"It involves your silence," said the big man, his deep voice weighty and intent. The kind of voice that said what it meant and meant what it said. And right now, Mal judged that it meant being very quiet.
"The nice way involves us not shooting you," Jack said to Mal. "The not-so-nice way gets messy. Your crew dies or gets injured, we hold a grudge, yadda-yadda, it's not pretty. You don't want that."
Mal didn't. On the other hand, he didn't much want to be handed over to the magistrate either. But the lawman meant what he said - or gave a very good impression of it - and he and Daniel covered the big guy as he put the handcuffs on Jayne.
They were good. Mal gave them that, even as he pondered possibilities for getting out of the situation in which they'd been caught red-handed.
He didn't even know what the gorram cargo was.
Pairing: nothing overt
Category: Stargate SG-1/Firefly crossover, AU
Warning: requires a working knowledge of Firefly to really understand it
Author on LJ:
seldearAuthor's Website: The Dragon's Lair
Link:
Cheyenne part I
Cheyenne part II
Why this must be read: One of my favorite kind of crossovers is a story that takes a group of characters from one universe and drops them into another as if they belonged there, had always belonged there. A good example of this are many of the AUs that exist in the Magnificent Seven fandom, where the main characters are the crew of a Federation starship, or Jedi, or whatever. I like it because it has all the advantages of an AU--allowing us to explore how the characters we know and love would be the same and different if the circumstances of their lives had been completely different, but while maintaining the comfortable surroundings of a familiar universe. This fic asks, what would SG-1 be like if they'd been born not only in a universe without Stargates, without Goa'uld or Ancients or *any* alien presence, but also five hundred years in the future. Firefly is a very human vision of the future, where we may have stepped out into the stars but the only nemesis we've found there is still ourselves, and that kind of a world would be *bound* to change a group of people who have--in the world as they and we know it--repeatedly saved Earth from an external threat. The other nice thing about this story is that it allows us to see the Firefly 'verse through other eyes than the crew of Serenity.
"You could just let us go," Mal suggested.
"I could," said Jack, amiably. "I'm not going to. So we're going to do this the nice way, okay?"
"The nice way?" Zoë asked, speaking for the first time.
"Does that involve you letting us go, hún dàn?" Jayne demanded angrily, and probably not without a bit of panic-covered toughness. Serenity might be flagged on the
Cortex, but Jayne was on record as having accompanied Simon and River onto Ariel. It tended to make a man a mite twitchy when it came to being taken in officially. "Or does that involve me grabbing this guy's gun and beating you over the head with it?"
"It involves your silence," said the big man, his deep voice weighty and intent. The kind of voice that said what it meant and meant what it said. And right now, Mal judged that it meant being very quiet.
"The nice way involves us not shooting you," Jack said to Mal. "The not-so-nice way gets messy. Your crew dies or gets injured, we hold a grudge, yadda-yadda, it's not pretty. You don't want that."
Mal didn't. On the other hand, he didn't much want to be handed over to the magistrate either. But the lawman meant what he said - or gave a very good impression of it - and he and Daniel covered the big guy as he put the handcuffs on Jayne.
They were good. Mal gave them that, even as he pondered possibilities for getting out of the situation in which they'd been caught red-handed.
He didn't even know what the gorram cargo was.
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