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crack_van2005-09-16 06:39 pm
sinden.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-09-16 06:39 pm
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Classified by Dira Sudis (G)
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS/STARGATE SG1/NUMB3RS
Pairing: None
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dsudis
Author Website: Words, Words, Words
Why this must be read:
This is really taking a left at Albuquerque because this story is much more entrenched in the Numb3rs universe than in Atlantis, but I love both, so it had to be done. Both Samantha Carter and Rodney McKay make cameo appearances and the premise for the crossover is perfect and plausible.
If you've never seen Numb3rs, this story is going to be confusing because the Atlantis connection is mostly just a reason for the separation between the two major characters, but if you have, definitely give this a try.
Charlie needs a break. The SGC provides the means.
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His dad let them in, and Don sized them up as they walked into the living room. The woman was obviously military, despite being blindingly gorgeous and dressed in civvies; she had the short-clipped blonde hair, the watchful eyes, and she was ever so faintly at attention. The guy couldn't have been more different from her. He was dark-haired, balding and soft around the middle, wearing a sweatshirt with a conspicuously placed maple leaf, and a sharp-eyed look that suggested he was the brains of the operation. They introduced themselves, and Don was proven right: she was Colonel Carter, and he was Doctor McKay.
"Professor Eppes?" McKay said, both of them dividing curious looks between Don and his dad. Don smirked at their confusion even as he realized what was going on: they'd come to recruit Charlie. They were here to take him away from Don, and the FBI, and everything he was scared of, and Charlie had every reason in the world to go with them.
"Huh," Charlie said, from the dining room. He was standing there barefoot, chalk dust streaking his wildly mussed hair and smeared over his hands and forearms and in patches on his jeans and t-shirt and face. He had a mug of coffee in one hand, and as everyone turned to look at him, he tilted his head, studying the recruiters.
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Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
dsudisAuthor Website: Words, Words, Words
Why this must be read:
This is really taking a left at Albuquerque because this story is much more entrenched in the Numb3rs universe than in Atlantis, but I love both, so it had to be done. Both Samantha Carter and Rodney McKay make cameo appearances and the premise for the crossover is perfect and plausible.
If you've never seen Numb3rs, this story is going to be confusing because the Atlantis connection is mostly just a reason for the separation between the two major characters, but if you have, definitely give this a try.
Charlie needs a break. The SGC provides the means.
--
His dad let them in, and Don sized them up as they walked into the living room. The woman was obviously military, despite being blindingly gorgeous and dressed in civvies; she had the short-clipped blonde hair, the watchful eyes, and she was ever so faintly at attention. The guy couldn't have been more different from her. He was dark-haired, balding and soft around the middle, wearing a sweatshirt with a conspicuously placed maple leaf, and a sharp-eyed look that suggested he was the brains of the operation. They introduced themselves, and Don was proven right: she was Colonel Carter, and he was Doctor McKay.
"Professor Eppes?" McKay said, both of them dividing curious looks between Don and his dad. Don smirked at their confusion even as he realized what was going on: they'd come to recruit Charlie. They were here to take him away from Don, and the FBI, and everything he was scared of, and Charlie had every reason in the world to go with them.
"Huh," Charlie said, from the dining room. He was standing there barefoot, chalk dust streaking his wildly mussed hair and smeared over his hands and forearms and in patches on his jeans and t-shirt and face. He had a mug of coffee in one hand, and as everyone turned to look at him, he tilted his head, studying the recruiters.
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