[snapshot] New Eureka shenanigans. Sort of.
I can’t help it: I love writing this crossover.
It depressed Jack beyond words that his default response whenever the phone rang at half past three in the morning was, “Fargo, I swear to God.”
Only this time, instead of Fargo’s hysterical whispers on the other end — clearly indications of schizophrenia manifesting itself in more meaningful ways, very sad, etc. etc., Jack was petitioning Beverly to have him committed — he heard a half-familiar chuckle.
“Man, I don’t even want to know what that guy’s up to now,” John said to him, sounding scratchy and tired.
Jack pushed himself up in bed and rubbed at his eyes — double checked his clock: still 3:38 a.m. “John?” he asked. “Sheppard?”
“One and the same,” John said, sounding almost cheerful. “Just for curiosity’s sake: is there a reason the giant bubble that covers the town isn’t letting anybody in?”
*
By the time Jack reached the outskirts of town, it was nearly 4:15 and the earliest fingers of dawn were starting to creep over the treeline. It was bitterly cold and drizzling lightly, and wherever McKay was, Jack meanly hoped he was wet and freezing and suffering John’s most pitiful looks. Sadly when Jack killed the engine, crawled reluctantly out of the car and into the snow to see that McKay was, it was only a small comfort.
“Finally!” McKay hollered at him through the semi-opaque bubble around the town, and then Jack blinked in surprise when he realized McKay could see him through the supposedly-completely-disguising opaque bubble around the town. But before he could open his mouth to voice his concerns, McKay rubbed his mittened hands together and snapped, “Don’t be an idiot — I’m smarter than the entire stable of freewheeling hippies at Global Dynamics, of course I broke your little fake invisibility shield.” He gave Jack a narrow-eyed look. “What did you guys do to the shield?”
Jack opened his mouth, helpless. “I — nothing that I know of,” he admitted, and stared at the crunched up front grill of — oh, no, Jack thought with deep sadness — the silver Aston Martin parked near the mouth of the bridge. John was sulking behind the wheel, wearing a scarf and a sad look, hands clutched on the wheel, deflated airbag still hanging forlornly from the steering column.
“Hey!” McKay interrupted him. “We’ve talked about staring! We’ve talked about staring a lot!”
“Oh, for — I’m just concerned,” Jack said through the barrier, and hesitated before asking, “Both of you okay? Do I need to call in an EMS or something to lift you to a hospital?”
Disgusted, Rodney sighed, “No — I mean, the Colonel’s just in shock at the death of his car.”
“You said you could fix it!” came the muffled yell, and Rodney turned back to shout over his shoulder, “Shut up! Of course I can!” before turning back to Jack and saying low and worried, “Okay, seriously — we need a mechanic because I’ve never done any bodywork in my life and I said that mostly to keep him from slashing his wrists.”
Jack stared at him. “How did you not know you were totally gay for him for so long?” he asked, concerned.
McKay threw a rock at him — and it bounced harmlessly off the barrier and landed on his side of it again — as he shouted, “Get somebody to fix this stupid shield!”
*
By the time Jack got Henry and Fargo — “Wait, McKay couldn’t fix it? Hold on, I have to call everybody I ever knew.” — and a couple of other Global Dynamics luminaries out of bed it was nearly 5 a.m., and at the end of the trek back to the edge of town, Jack started to feel sort of bad about all the mean stuff he said about McKay on a regular basis. In part because the couple of minutes McKay and John didn’t realized the geek squad had arrived and were watching them were spent with McKay gently examining the darkening bruise on John’s forehead, stroking his fingers over John’s hairline: careful and kind, berating him for being a reckless driver. But then he’d kissed the inside of John’s wrist and Jack had called a time-out for grossness. Then Jack just started feeling bad for McKay because once Fargo and Henry got going, they didn’t quit, and even though it was nearly noon by the time the shield was repaired, they were still making fun of each other with physics.
“I don’t even know why we come here,” Rodney bitched, helping Henry set the Aston Martin up to be towed into town.
“Really?” Jack asked McKay, sarcastic and watching John begging an amused-looking Henry to be gentle with the car. “Because I thought that was pretty obvious.”
Hamstrung, Rodney managed, “He is totally gayer than me.”
“I’m way too straight to get into this conversation,” Jack dismissed.
“You’re both big giant homos,” John yelled at them. “Now stop talking about me when I’m like 12 millimeters away.”
It’s so obvious that you’re having fun writing these. It really is.
On an unrelated note, the horrible Coffee Prince fanfic is growing. Is there a way to neuter fics before they reach Boom Boom Room size?!
Sadly, no.
COME ON LEMME SEE. YOU KNOW MY EMAIL.
I managed to catch up on Eureka S2 and totelli made incoherent screechy noises when David Nykl came on. :>
(Remember when you asked if I was leaving LJ and I said no? The answer’s changed. D:)
You can keep right on loving writing it because I continue to love reading it :) Oh boys, I love when they come to Eureka! Poor John and his poor car.
Yay, more! That was great.
Hee, awesome.
OH, BOYS. Poor John, his toys are always getting broken! Delightful as always~
This is the best crack in all the land la la la!! *covets it*
Ohhhh, the love.
Awww wonderful. Thanks for sharing.
I’m glad you like writing it, because I love reading it!
You love to write it and I so love to read it. Yet another excellent installment.
Oh! Poor John!! His poor, innocent car; what did it ever do to you, you stupid shield?!? Why do you have to hurt the things John loves!
and I love you for writing it, love you with a love that is sacred and pure
or something
This series? This series is my happiest place on earth because it works so well and it is such a joy.
It helps that Jack and Eureka are made of win :)
Thank you!
wheee~
EEE! New crosscrack! *covet covet covet* I have such fangirlish love for your brain, and were Seattle not so damn far from Ottawa, I would buy you dinner as part of the expression of my sheer love for all your stories. Are you sure you’re not win-based, instead of carbon-based like the rest of us?
I’m so glad you love writing it, because seriously, I think the only thing you’ve written and posted piecemeal that filled me with as much glee was Bell Curve, and for some weird, idiosyncratic reason this might actually surpass that on my gleeometer. And your writing in general = my glee up to a 8/10 minimum, so understand that the bar is starting extraordinarily high. Mere cut-tags for this crossover never fail to get me to at least an 11.
TWELVE MILLIMETERS! (John is such a geek at heart.)
I can tell you adore this ‘verse, and I adore it almost as much.
His car! The way Rodney loves him so freakin’ MUCH.
Yay.
“Wait, McKay couldn’t fix it? Hold on, I have to call everybody I ever knew.â€
Is it bad that I heard that in Cordelia’s voice?
I can’t help it: I love reading this crossover! I’ve never actually seen an episode of Eureka, but I’m beginning to think I have to if Jack is really this awesome.
You know who else is awesome? You, for sharing this stuff with us! Thank you!
EEE!!! I’m usually a lurker, but for this, how can I not comment? I love this ‘verse so hard. Your Jack is spot on. Why must you kill John’s car? I mean, come on, it’s an Aston Martin! Heheh, and Jack and Rodney arguing over how Rodney couldn’t have realized his own giant gay love for John.
Love it! It’s so awesome.
where’s Nathan?
♥
*loves madly* Awesome! :)
This season of Eureka has been the Good Crack, and I’m so glad you’re enabling us with the crossover again. Thanks!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah LOVE. :D :D :D :D :D Oh, *FARGO*. and I love your Rodney-In-Eureka. This needs to be a reality. Aaaaaaagh, so much love.
The Eureka/SGA crossover can’t be beaten.
Everytime I watch Eureka, I expect to see your McKay and Sheppard there. Love these. Thanks for sharing.
Hey, I’d post from Livejournal but I’m in China and I think China hates livejournal so…
I laughed out loud, as usual. And as usual, I am SO in love with this crossover…Please write more!
In other news, I am only sort of a lurker - I think I’ve commented before once or twice, and also, as a Seattle Native, I hope things are going well.
~Erica
Eureka would be PERFECT beyond perfect if these guys visited. These snippets always make me so happy.
John’s poor car. :(
*Is totally and utterly in love with this ‘verse*
Cool.
love*love*love*love*MORE*love*love*MOREMOREMOREMOREMORE*…ahem…*love*love*
I want these to be *filmed*.
Cool…
These make me smile so hard my face hurts. I’ve just re-read them for the umptyninth time, over my morning coffee, because the halo giggling effect lasts until at least lunch.
Where does John put the *old* cars? I love Aston Martins, but oh! the Maserati sounded lovely. I can just hear Rodney bitch about what getting in and out of its low-slung frame does to his back…
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease write more.
I LOVE this series. I’m mostly a lurker but who can stay a lurker after reading one of your fics. Please Please write more.
Oh, Pru, I’m late to the party but I love this crossover. The minute I started watching Eureka this summer I was dying for John and Rodney there. Thank you for writing it!
Awesome.
I never ever get tired of this AU.
I read this series on glitterati and just found this snippet - I love it, I was wanting more (and still do).
OMG. How did I miss this?
I *adore* the Summer House series, so I was delighted to fumble my way here.
*bookmarks*