POI fic - Alternates
TITLE: POI fic - Alternates
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
WORD COUNT: 454
SUMMARY: SGA AU. Follows Faraway Places http://whomii2.livejournal.com/17890.html
It was Finch who figured it out (of course).
He referenced some experience SG1 had with something called a Quantum Mirror. Apparently the Ancients hadn’t been immune to wondering how things might have turned out if they had made different choices. The difference was, they could construct the technology to satisfy their curiosity. The device they built would pluck an alternate self from a parallel universe. The alternate would be kept in the special containment room for a short period of time, during which time they could be questioned about the divergent path their life had taken.
Fusco had apparently bumped against the “on” switch for the device, and while the team was annoyed that they would now be stuck with a bunch of alternates until Finch figured out how to pull the plug, they were also quietly relieved that this brush with Ancient tech was relatively benign. No one was likely to die, explode, or transform.
They were all somewhat shocked by the appearance of Alternate-Reese. He had long hair and a scraggly beard and his clothes were somewhat ragged and old. As Alternate-Reese told his tale of an Earth overrun by wraith, his capture and subsequent life as a “runner” in a hideous game of hide and seek with the enemy, Carter and Fusco couldn’t help but feel sympathetic. Finch quietly plotted a way to deactivate the homing device before the alternate was returned to his dimension. Reese eyed the blaster at his alternate’s hip wistfully and merely said “nice gun”
They all burst out laughing at the appearance of Alternate-Fusco, who was wearing sandals, a red fringed kilt, and not much else. The incisions in his belly as well as the gold tattoo on his forehead and the familiar staff weapon made it clear that Alternate-Fusco was a Jaffa. Fusco scowled at his alternate, while John remarked “that explains your appetite Lionel--you’re eating for two.”
They kept their faces studiously blank when Carter’s alternate appeared, although Fusco looked ready to explode with the effort to keep quiet. Alternate-Carter was wearing boots with spiked high heels and a skin-tight leather outfit cut daringly low in front. Apparently this version of Carter had a more flexible moral code than their own. She murmured a seductive “Hello boys“ and sauntered closer with a saucy swing to her hips. Alternate-Carter took in their Carter‘s SGA uniform and said disapprovingly “Darling, what ARE you wearing?”
Knowing time was running out, Finch feverishly typed the last command into his laptop and hit enter. He breathed a sigh of relief as the device began to power down, the dim figure that had been forming fading away again as it was returned. Crisis averted.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: do not own
WORD COUNT: 454
SUMMARY: SGA AU. Follows Faraway Places http://whomii2.livejournal.com/17890.html
It was Finch who figured it out (of course).
He referenced some experience SG1 had with something called a Quantum Mirror. Apparently the Ancients hadn’t been immune to wondering how things might have turned out if they had made different choices. The difference was, they could construct the technology to satisfy their curiosity. The device they built would pluck an alternate self from a parallel universe. The alternate would be kept in the special containment room for a short period of time, during which time they could be questioned about the divergent path their life had taken.
Fusco had apparently bumped against the “on” switch for the device, and while the team was annoyed that they would now be stuck with a bunch of alternates until Finch figured out how to pull the plug, they were also quietly relieved that this brush with Ancient tech was relatively benign. No one was likely to die, explode, or transform.
They were all somewhat shocked by the appearance of Alternate-Reese. He had long hair and a scraggly beard and his clothes were somewhat ragged and old. As Alternate-Reese told his tale of an Earth overrun by wraith, his capture and subsequent life as a “runner” in a hideous game of hide and seek with the enemy, Carter and Fusco couldn’t help but feel sympathetic. Finch quietly plotted a way to deactivate the homing device before the alternate was returned to his dimension. Reese eyed the blaster at his alternate’s hip wistfully and merely said “nice gun”
They all burst out laughing at the appearance of Alternate-Fusco, who was wearing sandals, a red fringed kilt, and not much else. The incisions in his belly as well as the gold tattoo on his forehead and the familiar staff weapon made it clear that Alternate-Fusco was a Jaffa. Fusco scowled at his alternate, while John remarked “that explains your appetite Lionel--you’re eating for two.”
They kept their faces studiously blank when Carter’s alternate appeared, although Fusco looked ready to explode with the effort to keep quiet. Alternate-Carter was wearing boots with spiked high heels and a skin-tight leather outfit cut daringly low in front. Apparently this version of Carter had a more flexible moral code than their own. She murmured a seductive “Hello boys“ and sauntered closer with a saucy swing to her hips. Alternate-Carter took in their Carter‘s SGA uniform and said disapprovingly “Darling, what ARE you wearing?”
Knowing time was running out, Finch feverishly typed the last command into his laptop and hit enter. He breathed a sigh of relief as the device began to power down, the dim figure that had been forming fading away again as it was returned. Crisis averted.