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stargateficrecRec Category: AU
Pairing: Cameron Mitchell/Elizabeth Weir,
Category: Mitchell/Weir, angst, au, apocalyptic fic, SG-1/SGA crossover
Warning: graphic sex
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medie
Author's Website: Fanfic Index page
Link: That Our Sons May Follow After ...
Why This Must Be Read: Okay, so I just got done saying I'm gonna rec from the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
auficathon, and my second AU rec for this month is from the Multiverse 2007 challenge instead.
But Medie's fic is just that good. I confess, I feel rather like a brown-noser here as Medie is a mod atstargateficrec, but whatev. ;) Medie is one of those authors that likes to take up the challenge by trying a variety of pairings and characters. From slash to femslash to het to crossovers, she's done it all. I hope you guys check 'em out.
This story is set in an apocalyptic 'verse where Elizabeth never joined the Atlantis expedition and instead continued her diplomatic career, and it starts off at IOA negotiations where Cameron is her military escort. The brief glimpses of political intricacies, the dark overtone of the apocalyptic setting, the pitch-perfect characterization all make this story a must-read.
Plus, Cameron/Weir is a ship most wouldn't have even thought about, butmedie makes it click and work flawlessly. Sizzling hot, with captivating characterization.
They’re a few blocks from Parliament Hill before it becomes readily apparent – the city is burning. "Son of a bitch," Mitchell mutters, flashing his ID at a harried-looking RCMP officer. "They hit everything."
Elizabeth looks out the window of the car to see a sobbing woman catching a toddler up into her arms, the baby wailing in fright, just before they're guided into a bus. "Why?" she wonders in a choked whisper, watching others following her, each one more shell-shocked than the last. "Why would they attack civilians?"
Her phone rings and they share a look.
"Guess we're about to find out," Mitchell says and follows the Mountie's directions, turning down a side street.
General O'Neill is on the other end of the line, calling from the SGC, and doesn't waste anytime, "You and Mitchell all right?"
"Yes," she says. "Ambassador King survived as well." Her voice catches as she adds, "We were the only ones."
"The whole committee then," O'Neill says bitterly. "Beautiful." He stops and she can hear chaos in the background, Sam Carter's voice calling out for reports and, a dozen other people hollering answers back. "It's not just Ottawa, Doc," he continues after a while. "The Chinese hit D.C., Moscow, Paris, London – we're talking casualties into the hundreds of thousands. No nukes so far, guess we can call that one lucky."
She can hear it in his voice, the certainty that it's only a matter of time before China does. Elizabeth looks at Mitchell and then closes her eyes, "Do we know what they want?"
"Beats the shit out of us," Jack says simply. "Daedalus, Prometheus, Odyssey, control of the Gate, hell, could be a trip to Disneyland to meet Mickey Mouse for all they're telling us." He sighs, "They're letting the explosions do the talking right now."
"Are we listening?" she asks.
"Not a chance in hell," Jack answers, and she can almost see the grin. "President's on the line with the usual suspects and, at the moment, the answer is pretty unanimous. We'll see how it looks when this is over. You keep in touch and keep your head down, got it?"
"Will do," she says.
"Good, now I need to talk to Mitchell. Pass me over, will you?"
She hands the phone to Mitchell and listens to his side of the conversation. It's not much, just a lot of "yes sirs" and one word sentences that mean next to nothing to her. To the Colonel, however, they seem to mean everything, and when he flips the phone shut, he looks at her. "We're going to ground for now. The Canadians have a safe house for us."
Pairing: Cameron Mitchell/Elizabeth Weir,
Category: Mitchell/Weir, angst, au, apocalyptic fic, SG-1/SGA crossover
Warning: graphic sex
Author on LJ:
medieAuthor's Website: Fanfic Index page
Link: That Our Sons May Follow After ...
Why This Must Be Read: Okay, so I just got done saying I'm gonna rec from the
auficathon, and my second AU rec for this month is from the Multiverse 2007 challenge instead. But Medie's fic is just that good. I confess, I feel rather like a brown-noser here as Medie is a mod at
stargateficrec, but whatev. ;) Medie is one of those authors that likes to take up the challenge by trying a variety of pairings and characters. From slash to femslash to het to crossovers, she's done it all. I hope you guys check 'em out. This story is set in an apocalyptic 'verse where Elizabeth never joined the Atlantis expedition and instead continued her diplomatic career, and it starts off at IOA negotiations where Cameron is her military escort. The brief glimpses of political intricacies, the dark overtone of the apocalyptic setting, the pitch-perfect characterization all make this story a must-read.
Plus, Cameron/Weir is a ship most wouldn't have even thought about, but
medie makes it click and work flawlessly. Sizzling hot, with captivating characterization.They’re a few blocks from Parliament Hill before it becomes readily apparent – the city is burning. "Son of a bitch," Mitchell mutters, flashing his ID at a harried-looking RCMP officer. "They hit everything."
Elizabeth looks out the window of the car to see a sobbing woman catching a toddler up into her arms, the baby wailing in fright, just before they're guided into a bus. "Why?" she wonders in a choked whisper, watching others following her, each one more shell-shocked than the last. "Why would they attack civilians?"
Her phone rings and they share a look.
"Guess we're about to find out," Mitchell says and follows the Mountie's directions, turning down a side street.
General O'Neill is on the other end of the line, calling from the SGC, and doesn't waste anytime, "You and Mitchell all right?"
"Yes," she says. "Ambassador King survived as well." Her voice catches as she adds, "We were the only ones."
"The whole committee then," O'Neill says bitterly. "Beautiful." He stops and she can hear chaos in the background, Sam Carter's voice calling out for reports and, a dozen other people hollering answers back. "It's not just Ottawa, Doc," he continues after a while. "The Chinese hit D.C., Moscow, Paris, London – we're talking casualties into the hundreds of thousands. No nukes so far, guess we can call that one lucky."
She can hear it in his voice, the certainty that it's only a matter of time before China does. Elizabeth looks at Mitchell and then closes her eyes, "Do we know what they want?"
"Beats the shit out of us," Jack says simply. "Daedalus, Prometheus, Odyssey, control of the Gate, hell, could be a trip to Disneyland to meet Mickey Mouse for all they're telling us." He sighs, "They're letting the explosions do the talking right now."
"Are we listening?" she asks.
"Not a chance in hell," Jack answers, and she can almost see the grin. "President's on the line with the usual suspects and, at the moment, the answer is pretty unanimous. We'll see how it looks when this is over. You keep in touch and keep your head down, got it?"
"Will do," she says.
"Good, now I need to talk to Mitchell. Pass me over, will you?"
She hands the phone to Mitchell and listens to his side of the conversation. It's not much, just a lot of "yes sirs" and one word sentences that mean next to nothing to her. To the Colonel, however, they seem to mean everything, and when he flips the phone shut, he looks at her. "We're going to ground for now. The Canadians have a safe house for us."
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