Fic: Five people who never joined the resistance (Pt2)
Title: Five people who never joined the resistance (Pt2)
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: |John Connor|, Jack O'Neill/Jack Harkness
Warnings: Language, slash, character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing worth suing me for
Summary: Five people who never joined the Resistance
Notes: This is a multi-fandom crossover in the Terminator: Salvation 'verse. The other fandoms in this part are Torchwood and Stargate SG1
I | II | III | IV | V
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2. & 3.
They are known collectively as the Jacks, and they are the both the best and craziest pilots John has ever known.
The younger of the two, Jack Harkness, wandered right up to their doorstep one day as though the mines weren't there and cheerfully announced that he'd come to join the Resistance. He's somewhere in his thirties or forties, classically handsome in a vaguely irritating, movie-star sort of way, and flirts indiscriminately with everyone. He's walked away from missions that would have killed any other man, and despite seeming to have no sense of self-preservation whatsoever, is somehow still alive.
Jack O'Neill has a head of silver hair and a ridiculous number of scars. He was the leader of the DC resistance cell in the early days of the war, drifting west after the rest of them were wiped out. Everything about him screams ex-military - once he had admitted to having been in the USAF. He also lacks any sense of self-preservation, and also flirts indiscriminately with everyone on base, though less blatantly than Harkness.
Together they have pulled off missions that John would have called impossible. Though they have no apparent regard for their own lives, this cavalier attitude does not extend to anyone under their command. They never leave a man behind.
Like all of the resistance, they've lost people. They bunk down together, but there is little privacy in their crowded base: aside from noises that most of them would frankly rather not hear, O'Neill mutters in his sleep sometimes, usually names ('Sam' or 'Danny', occasionally what sounds like 'Teelk', whatever that means). Harkness doesn't seem to sleep much. When he does, he cries out in a language no-one on the base understands. And around the same time every year he becomes quiet, withdrawn. John checked their records once: around that date they stopped receiving transmissions from Cairo, Rekjavik, Cardiff, and Mexico City. Occasionally he wonders which of those cells Harkness belonged to.
Through it all, they keep proposing increasingly insane missions, and keep coming out alive. They have the devil's own luck. They rack up the successful missions and the years continue to pass.
2016. It's a hot summer day, the kind of day that's perfect for disguising movement because it confuses the hell out of the machines' infra-red. It gives every indication of being a good day.
This is the day the Jacks' infamous luck runs out.
On their way home from a bombing run on a manufacturing plant, their squadron is caught out in the open by no fewer than five hunter-killers. O'Neill and Harkness break formation to turn and fight, giving their men the time they need to get to safety. They are both excellent pilots - it's no missile that takes them down. A badly damaged HK self-destructs to take the enemy with it, and both planes are caught in the blast wave. They go down in flames.
Harkness walks away with a blank expression and not a scratch on him.
O'Neill's body burns with the wreckage of his plane.
When the shift changes the next morning Harkness fails to report for duty. A search is called, but he's disappeared without a trace. All of his few possessions are gone.
No-one is surprised.
~*~
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: |John Connor|, Jack O'Neill/Jack Harkness
Warnings: Language, slash, character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing worth suing me for
Summary: Five people who never joined the Resistance
Notes: This is a multi-fandom crossover in the Terminator: Salvation 'verse. The other fandoms in this part are Torchwood and Stargate SG1
I | II | III | IV | V
~*~
2. & 3.
They are known collectively as the Jacks, and they are the both the best and craziest pilots John has ever known.
The younger of the two, Jack Harkness, wandered right up to their doorstep one day as though the mines weren't there and cheerfully announced that he'd come to join the Resistance. He's somewhere in his thirties or forties, classically handsome in a vaguely irritating, movie-star sort of way, and flirts indiscriminately with everyone. He's walked away from missions that would have killed any other man, and despite seeming to have no sense of self-preservation whatsoever, is somehow still alive.
Jack O'Neill has a head of silver hair and a ridiculous number of scars. He was the leader of the DC resistance cell in the early days of the war, drifting west after the rest of them were wiped out. Everything about him screams ex-military - once he had admitted to having been in the USAF. He also lacks any sense of self-preservation, and also flirts indiscriminately with everyone on base, though less blatantly than Harkness.
Together they have pulled off missions that John would have called impossible. Though they have no apparent regard for their own lives, this cavalier attitude does not extend to anyone under their command. They never leave a man behind.
Like all of the resistance, they've lost people. They bunk down together, but there is little privacy in their crowded base: aside from noises that most of them would frankly rather not hear, O'Neill mutters in his sleep sometimes, usually names ('Sam' or 'Danny', occasionally what sounds like 'Teelk', whatever that means). Harkness doesn't seem to sleep much. When he does, he cries out in a language no-one on the base understands. And around the same time every year he becomes quiet, withdrawn. John checked their records once: around that date they stopped receiving transmissions from Cairo, Rekjavik, Cardiff, and Mexico City. Occasionally he wonders which of those cells Harkness belonged to.
Through it all, they keep proposing increasingly insane missions, and keep coming out alive. They have the devil's own luck. They rack up the successful missions and the years continue to pass.
2016. It's a hot summer day, the kind of day that's perfect for disguising movement because it confuses the hell out of the machines' infra-red. It gives every indication of being a good day.
This is the day the Jacks' infamous luck runs out.
On their way home from a bombing run on a manufacturing plant, their squadron is caught out in the open by no fewer than five hunter-killers. O'Neill and Harkness break formation to turn and fight, giving their men the time they need to get to safety. They are both excellent pilots - it's no missile that takes them down. A badly damaged HK self-destructs to take the enemy with it, and both planes are caught in the blast wave. They go down in flames.
Harkness walks away with a blank expression and not a scratch on him.
O'Neill's body burns with the wreckage of his plane.
When the shift changes the next morning Harkness fails to report for duty. A search is called, but he's disappeared without a trace. All of his few possessions are gone.
No-one is surprised.
~*~