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“This is not me asking for a date.” Jack knows Severus is unlikely to think he’s asking for a date, but it always helps to make himself clear, just in case. He’s not ending up another favor down for this, not when getting Severus into this damned shindig is as much a favor for him as not having to fend off anyone who thinks he’s there alone because he’s available.
Severus doesn’t return his wand to where Jack suspects there’s a sheath up his sleeve – he keeps his in a holster half-hidden by his side-arm, himself – but he also doesn’t hex Jack immediately, which Jack takes as a win. “How do you know where to find me?”
“You told me.” Jack gives Severus a flatly unimpressed look, waiting for him to lower his wand, and maybe, if Jack’s lucky, invite him in. “What, no ‘hello, how are you, Jack’?” He pauses, frowning at the lack of recognition. “Not even a ‘you still owe me for that business we don’t talk about’?”
“When?” Severus narrows his eyes, and Jack debates meeting his gaze. It might be easier, but at the same time, Jack hasn’t tested his defenses against a mind-magic user for at least five years. He has a lot to risk if he’s gotten as rusty with mind-magic as he has with other aspects of magic.
“1984.” If Severus doesn’t remember, Jack is going to have a discussion with someone in a position to have made that happen. Possibly with the business end of the wand he hasn’t drawn since… well, since before he got involved with the Stargate, anyway. Or maybe just introduce them to Daniel and Janet. He’d need to bring popcorn.
See previous post about not wanting this to sit for fuck knows how long.
Jack does not get his wish to introduce the person who fucked with Snape’s memory to Daniel and Janet, because Dumbledore is already dead.
The whatever it is that Jack is dragging Snape to goes about as well as any SG-1 mission – all ends well once the screaming and property damage is under control. The mcguffin is safely stashed, the bad guys wrapped up like a present, international incidents are smoothed over, and Snape gets a pile of NDAs and possibly a job offer with the SGC.
Jack’s not having used magic since before the Stargate project is in fact tied back to Charlie’s death, mostly that even with magic, he couldn’t save his son, and he’d been looking forward to teaching Charlie about magic. Even looking forward to the parts he wasn’t looking forward to (namely, Charlie visiting around different communities so his magical education – and the rest of his education – is well-rounded).
Snape may or may not take up the job offer. – Pros: not anywhere near anyone who remembers the mess that was dealing with Voldemort twice, new and interesting potions ingredients, new and interesting potions. – Cons: whole stacks of NDAs, America, military types, Daniel Jackson. – He’s not sure if pro or con or possibly both: Jack, figuring out how off-world potions ingredients differ because of solar and lunar cycles that aren’t congruous with Earth, Muggles.
When or how they get together is after figuring out if Snape is going to join the SGC or not.
THIS IS BRILLIANT!
I want. Desperately. Severus to meet Janet Fraser. Because she’s going to look up at this beanpole potions master, he’s going to look down at this bitty healer, and they’re going to either be terrifying work friends or try to out-effective each other.
Poor Jack! D: Magic should always be fun. I DO LOVE the details of him keeping his wand holstered with his sidearm.
Potions as standard SGC offworld team gear. I’d LOVE to know if potions WORK on people from other planets! That’s a fun thing to contemplate.
Definitely terrifying work friends – I mean, have you SEEN the shit that SG-1 brings home on a distressingly regular basis? The regular sorts of illness and injury that happen anywhere, they’re both well-equipped to deal with, and sometimes there is competition on that front, but it’s mostly friendly.
But then SG-1 brings home another weird alien bug that mutates people or Jack downloads another Ancient database into his head or Daniel does something that may or may not get him killed AGAIN… and Snape and Janet ignore the competition thing, because figuring out how to fix the spectacular mess SG-1 has brought home this time goes so much better with both of them. And at least once, it wouldn’t have been solveable without both of them, because this is SG-1, and they do not know how to do normal.
After more than one of SG-1′s shenanigans, Snape has contemplated knocking them all out, tying them up, stealing Jack’s wand, and leaving them in an otherwise empty locked room for a while just for a chance to rest. And then Janet reminds him this is SG-1, they’d probably manage to find trouble even then, and please, do not give them a reason to try.
They’ve lost track of how long they’ve been here, at least by a calender that might correspond to home. It’s been nearly three hundred years by the calendar thier captor had provided.
Oh, they’re technically allowed to go wherever they wish within the bounds of the small empire ruled over by their captor, but it’s nothing like they’re accustomed to. Tinier than the Republic they’d fought before the anomaly had thrown them to this place where the only even remotely familiar thing are the other Sith. Even they aren’t truly familiar – they share physiology, but nothing more.
Letting out a quiet sigh, Maul leans back in the large tub – overly ostentatious, like everything else in this galaxy, drowning them in luxury – and closes their eyes while they draw on the Force. Searching for something, anything to get them out of this frustrating place.
They’re jolted out of their meditation when the door to the room is hastily opened and shut again, the intruder visible for a moment before they dive to one side, hiding in the meager shelter of the screen that is supposed to be for a servant to be at their beck and call. The person is lucky Maul has no use for such a being, not when the servant would be ultimately loyal to their captor.
“Who are you?” They don’t bother with the strange vibrato that their captor and the other local Sith use, even though they can feel the tremors in the Force that tell them the intruder is a Sith. Or perhaps a Jedi, but they’ve yet to meet any such here.
“No one.” The voice is feminine, rough, and breathless with exertion. “Who are you?”
“A prisoner in a gilded cage.” They’ve rarely been subtle, before or after they were brought here. Stealthy, perhaps, but this is not a time to hide information. Not if the intruder is running from their captor, and has the potential to be an ally.
And I’m going to outline from here, because then I can post this, instead of it sitting here for who knows how long.
Maul’s captor is uncertain, beyond not Baal, because Baal would not be nearly so foolish as whoever has Maul in their hands. Ra or Apophis or Kronos (since he’s the one who sent the ashrak after Jolinar, if I remember correctly).
The jaffa chasing Jolinar do come looking in Maul’s rooms for her, after she’s come out from where she’s hiding and they’ve gotten at least out of the water, and something something, there’s a kiss in there, but first kiss is also probably last kiss, because they’re not interested in anything like that, and Jolinar is pretty much only interested in Lantash and whoever is hosting him (Martouf, at the moment).
There is escape, and Maul is not any more impressed by the tok’ra than they were by their System Lord captor, and just. All they want at this point is to get back to a familiar galaxy. They’ll even cooperate with whatever the Jedi want to prove that yes, damnit, they’re both in this willingly, because fuck this galaxy and its backwards wish-they-were-Sith.
(There is also possibly going “fuck this”, and them deciding to find a way to conquer the galaxy with the local tech, even if it’s not nearly up to their standards, and allying with Baal, because Baal is not an idiot, and everything canon in SG-1 is thrown out the window, because this is all before Earth finds Abydos and blows Ra and his ship up.)
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 AU: Born a Queen Word Count: 543 Characters: Baal, Bra’tac, Daniel Jackson, Lilith (OC)
Lilith leaves Earth to return to her father one final time.
Lilith stands straight as she can, watching the chappa’ai spin, the coordinates familiar as her own name. Not home, but a safe enough place to pass from the hands of the tau’ri to those of her father. A last exchange, a last goodbye to those she has come to count as family, though she still finds Earth wanting compared to home.
“What are you thinking about?” Dan’yel is kind enough to speak goa’uld with her, though he is the only one to do so even now. He’s also taught her other languages, a tactic of diplomacy she has come to appreciate.
“That I will not return to Earth again as hostage.” Lilith tilts her chin up as the wormhole flares before stabilizing in the center of the chappa’ai, a blue welcome that beckons on to home. “If I return, it will be as a Queen treating with allies.”
She pauses, turning to look over her shoulder at the window above the control center. General Hammond, standing at the center among others who have come to see her off on this last journey. Waiting a long moment, words caught in her throat before she manages to speak, voice steadier than she’d expected it to be. “I will miss you.”
Turning back to face the chappa’ai, Lilith takes a deep breath, waiting for the marines who always accompany them to send back the all-clear before she steps onto the ramp, counting the seconds to keep from running like an undignified child to the path to home.
On the other side, her father waits with his own entourage, and the leaders of the planet make a third party to this exchange. J’affa, who have a vested interest in the continuing circumspection by her father, and in what ceremony might accompany this last fraught visit here.
Meeting the gaze of the old man who is the leader of the j’affa, she tilts her head in a greeting of equals. “Master Bra’tac. You have my thanks for offering this place as neutral ground between my father and the tau’ri. I shall not forget your kindness, nor the generosity of the j’affa who opened their home to a great risk in allowing this.”
Bra’tac smiles a little, though it holds no more warmth than is diplomatic. He could act the indulgent uncle when she was younger, and the tau’ri had come before her father arrived. She will miss that closeness, even as she uses the lessons that it had taught her. A sacrifice to the role she had been created to fill, and has looked forward to even as a child.
“You are welcome for the place and the time, Lady Lilith. May our paths never cross in battle.” His smile widens a little at the end, and Lilith nods in silent assent. She hopes it is a promise she can fill, to never bring war to the doorstep of the free j’affa.
Turning away from Bra’tac, she smiles widely, though she keeps her steps measured, counting silently once more. “Father.”
Baal is watching her with pride, his hands clasped behind him as he waits for her to stop in front of him. Taking her hands when she offers them, studying her for a long moment. “Welcome home.”
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 AU: Born a Queen Word Count: 677 Characters: Baal, Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, Lilith (OC), Samantha Carter | Sam
A conversation between Baal and SG-1 about Lilith.
“What do you mean she’s only six?!” Jack knows exactly what the discrepancy in Lilith’s actual age and apparent age means, he just wants to know why the hell Baal had been accelerating her growth in the first place.
From the safety – at least, according to her, though Jack isn’t so certain – of her father’s arms, Lilith sticks out her tongue at Jack. He restrains the urge to roll his eyes at her only because it would encourage her.
“I have enemies, O’Neill.” Baal is far too amused for Jack’s liking as he points out the obvious. “Surely you would not suggest I leave my daughter helpless.”
“No, but there have to be other ways to ensure her safety.” Daniel is encouraging Lilith, the little brat, smiling at her antics. Jack doesn’t tell him to stop only because it wouldn’t help at this point.
“None would have been as effective as those I used.” Baal is smirking, which makes Jack suspicious. Well, Baal simply existing makes Jack suspicious, but the smirk, and the fact Baal hasn’t let Lilith out of his reach since their arrival only makes the suspicion deeper.
He watches for a moment before something clicks, and he wants to groan. “Not without telling anyone she’s your kid?”
Baal doesn’t say anything, just watches Jack with a frustratingly enigmatic smirk on his face. In his lap, Lilith frowns after a moment’s thought, before twisting around to look up st Baal.
“You couldn’t even tell me, papa?” The hurt and plaintive note in her voice makes Jack wince a little, even as the fact it wipes the smirk off Baal’s face brings a certain amount of satisfaction – though that sours when Baal’s response is in goa’uld, never mind that the tone is one Jack is familiar with using.
“He’s telling her if she tried too hard to act right, she might not have been taken to the best place to keep her safe.” Daniel keeps his voice low so it won’t carry beyond the team. “He’s also saying he wouldn’t have left her on Earth if he didn’t think we could protect her.”
“Yet, you didn’t send even so much as a letter to your daughter for three years?” Sam sounds more than a little annoyed. “You just dump her in the way of one of our teams, and ignore her.”
“I did not dump her anywhere, Major Carter.” Baal’s voice is sharp, almost reprimanding, and Jack sits up a little straighter, wishing he had a zat with him. “Nor have I ignored Lilith’s care in the time she was on your planet.”
Baal smiles, and there’s a shark-like quality to it Jack really doesn’t like. It makes him wonder just what over the three years he’s supposed to have been Lilith’s guardian Baal has had a hand in. The tutor the school system had recommended? The child psychologist the NID had insisted examine Lilith at least every other month?
“Why use Sam’s DNA to make Lilith?” Daniel has a curious expression on his face that never bodes well for Jack’s peace of mind.
“She reminds me of a wife I once had, long ago.” Baal shrugs, though there’s something in his expression that makes Jack wonder about what he’s said – as well as making him certain that asking would be counter-productive.
Lilith makes a face, and pokes Baal in the arm, which only makes him say something quietly in goa’uld that Daniel doesn’t translate for the rest of them.
“Hey, while you’re answering questions – why are you being so helpful?” Jack doesn’t buy that Baal might be helping them to be helpful, but at the moment, he doesn’t have a better answer. And that worries Jack quite a bit,
“Why not?” Baal looks amused again, and Jack wants to wipe the smirk off his face – would probably attempt to, if Lilith weren’t right there. It’s no doubt a large part of why Baal hasn’t let her go the entire time. “You have taken care of my daughter, and that is worth some repayment.”
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 AU: Born a Queen Series: The Travel Collection Word Count: 505 Characters: Baal
Baal, from learning of the tau’ri to his decision to create Lilith.
When he’d first heard of the tau’ri, he’d been glad to know they’d destroyed Ra, and then seemingly vanished.
When they’d turned Apophis’s First Prime, and taken no few undesirable hosts to whatever they deemed safety, he’d been intrigued, and curious about who they were.
His spies had brought him information each time the tau’ri ventured out into the galaxy, a little at a time, painting a picture of an interesting team. The traitor j’affa Teal’c, who provides them more information about the System Lords than they would have without someone who’d had as much power as Teal’c once had possessed. The weak-visioned and soft-hearted one called Danyel Jackson, who had greater strength than his warrior friends, and might possess as much knowledge as Teal’c, if in a different manner. The leader, older and experienced in war, who looks out for everyone he calls his own – which seems to be more than just his team or the tau’ri – is called O’Neill.
And the last of the four, a woman with fair hair and pale eyes, is named Carter. She is a warrior, but she is more than simply that. She is an engineer and a scientist, forever asking questions and creating solutions to the technological problems the tau’ri face. Someone of strength and intelligence, though he doubts she’s without flaws.
But it is not her flaws that he first hears of, nor is it her flaws that leave him trying to push away an old and worn grief. Memories of a fierce smile and flashing eyes, standing at his side when he’d been little more than a youth still in the shadow of goa’uld with more power and skill. A woman who he had called his queen, though neither of them had the power for it, and who’d done as much as he to create plans that would bring them power.
She had died too far from a sarcophagus to be saved, bleeding out from a wound that had been meant for him. Laughing and telling him to leave, because she would not have him die. The place where she had died has been a crater for centuries, the blast enough to take out the army of their enemy. Never having spawned, never having given him the larvae who would give him control over j’affa.
And now, with the whispers of freedom that spread from Teal’c and the tau’ri, he needs more than control over their lives to keep his j’affa loyal. More than fear. He needs someone for them to rally about, as once an army had rallied around Anat. So he pushes aside the grief for the woman he’d called his queen, and sends his spies to get some of Carter’s blood, or more.
Once he had that sample, he could create that figure he wanted. A girl, a princess who could grow into a queen. His queen – not his wife, as Anat had been, but the woman who could build an empire the tau’ri are already trying to tear apart.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 AU: Born a Queen Series: The Travel Collection Word Count: 682
Characters: Baal, Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, Lilith (OC), Sam Carter, Teal’c
She never stops longing for home. For her father, for his stories, for the palace she lived in, for the j’affa who guarded her.
She never stops longing for home, even when she (barely) accepts she’ll never be allowed to see it again. Never stops wanting to see her father’s smirking face again, telling her stories of vanquishing his enemies. To see the rich gardens of the palace, the gleaming armor of the j’affa who guarded her.
The isolated cabin, the lake, the silver-haired warrior who’s been named her new guardian – none of this makes up for everything she’s lost. Some days she misses it with such a fierce ache, she can’t do anything but run as far as she can, kicking and screaming when the warrior catches up to her. Crying herself to sleep, curled around the stuffed toy that is all she has left of her old life.
One day, she’s taken back to the place she’d first arrived on this wretched planet, where others wait. The shol’va Teal’c, the blond woman who she’s been told is biologically her mother – stolen genetics, combined with her father’s, and she doesn’t believe a word of it – and the scholar-warrior who speaks goa’uld with her when he visits. Dan’yel is the only one who’s tried to understand her, but even he can’t take her home.
“Lilith.” Dan’yel smiles, and she skips over to him, ignoring the exasperated sigh from the silver-haired warrior. “I hear you ran away from Jack’s cabin again.”
She shrugs. “I want to go home.” It’s her answer every time someone asks her why she runs away, or why she spends weeks refusing to talk to anyone, or ends up in the hospital because she’s refused to eat. Looking over at the chappa’ai, she smiles hopefully. “Are you taking me home today?”
“Not exactly.” Dan’yel crouches down, the same way the silver-haired warrior does when he’s trying to talk to her. “We’ve been asked to bring you with us for a ceremony. I need you to promise me something, though, before we go.”
“What?” She watches him suspiciously, her smile fading into a frown. The demand of a promise is not a good sign – has never been a good thing.
Dan’yel smiles again, a strange sadness in his eyes, and reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. “Promise me you’ll stay near me or Jack at all times while we’re on the other planet.”
And waste a chance to escape, and return home? She scowls, crossing her arms as she glares at Dan’yel. How can he ask her to do such a thing?
“Why?”
“If you don’t, the general isn’t going to let you go.” Dan’yel holds her gaze, and she wants to scream with rage. So close to a chance to go home, and if she doesn’t make a promise she knows she will regret, she’ll be trapped here forever.
Turning her glare to the bald man in the window, she waits a long moment before she nods once, sharply. “I will stay where you can see me, Dan’yel ibn Jak.” It’s not the concession that any of them really want, but she refuses to stay so close to silver-haired warrior, and if she can explore without them thinking she’s running away, she will take what she can.
It is, though, enough, because the chappa’ai begins to spin, chevrons lighting one by one until the blue that had spelled the end of her idyll shimmers in a circle. The blue that might mean a chance to return home.
“SG-1, you have a go.” The voice is that of the bald general, and she has to restrain herself from bolting for the blue, instead walking docile beside Dan’yel through to another world. It is a hall familiar and welcome, though not home, and there are others waiting for them there.
Among them, a very familiar and welcome face. She ignores the shout of the silver-haired warrior as he comes through, ducking away from the grabbing hands of the woman and the shol’va. Ignoring the men and women in drab who try to stop her, ducking around and through them until she can throw herself into her father’s arms.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ba’al (SG-1), Loki (Marvel) Additional Tags: Gift Fic, Crossover, First Meetings, Pre-Avengers (2012), Wordcount: 1.000-5.000 Summary:
“I am Loki of Asgard, little god. Imprison me if you dare.”
My Notes:
I’m the one who gave the prompt, and this is a delightful response to the prompt. I love the interaction between the two, I love how clearly I can hear them speaking, can see the scene as it’s been written. And just, generally, Jedi Buttercup is a fantastic writer, and does an excellent job taking disperate fandoms and putting them together in ways that make sense, and in a way that one doesn’t have to be familiar with both fandoms to understand the story. (Indeed, sometimes not familiar with either more than peripherally.)
There's a Mirror on the Wall 