NCIS/Stargate SG-1(PG-13)

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Title: Stardust by Kikkimax
Pairing: Tony/Daniel UST
Author on LJ: kikkimax
Author Website: Kikki's Fanfic
Why this must be read:

There are some stories that are, for lack of a better word, seminal.

This is one of them. This story, hefty and well-written, is probably the first crossover in NCIS fandom, and is still the crossover to compare others to. Kikkimax takes a simple premise and deftly weaves Tony and Daniel into a complex, very real relationship. The best part is, though, you don't have to know much about either fandom--the story stands easily on its own.

Set aside a block of time to read this one; you won't want to stop reading. (as an aside, Stardust was the first NCIS fic I read--I've read it several times since, and still can't put it down, even now.) It's a great introduction to either fandom, and I've pointed it out to people who were curious about branching out.

The sheriff pointed to a faraway ridge across the river. "Early this morning a volunteer spotter in that fire tower saw a dark cloud come up out of a clear blue sky. As he watched it build it was followed by a bright flash of light. Then the whole thing just sort of dissipated right before his eyes. He called old man Ritchie who owns the next ranch over to check it out."

"Was the gate secured when he got here?"

"Nope, the lock had been cut. I never said Jeremy and his uncle were close. The elder Murdock denies any knowledge of the younger one’s recent activities."

"You believe him?"

"Without a doubt," Sheriff Tucker declared unwaveringly. "Anyhow, Ritchie called us as soon as he discovered the bodies. Since he assumed our boy on the porch was dead too he just backed the heck out of here without touching anything."

"Speaking of our boy," Gibbs interrupted as he glanced through the window, "He’s not burned? Not even a little?"

"Not so much as a singed eyebrow," Tucker denied. "But aside from being trussed up like a Christmas turkey he’d obviously been roughed up a little. Nothing serious though. We took him into town to get him checked out while we were waiting on your arrival. According to the doc he’s got an assortment of bruises, abrasions on his wrists, a punctured ear drum, and… what’d she call it?" He flipped open a small notebook and read from the scratches on the first page, "Posttraumatic retrograde amnesia."

"Amnesia," Gibbs parroted doubtfully. "How convenient."

"Looking at this stuff we figured he’d been shot up with something, which might help explain some of the memory loss. He does have several needle marks on his arms but we don’t know for sure what was injected because our lab doesn’t run drug screens in-house."

"You did have them draw blood though, right?"

"Yeah. I’ll have someone pick it up from the clinic for you."

"That’ll work," Gibbs assured. "So do you know this guy?"

Tucker shook his head with certainty. "He’s not local."

"And you’re positive he doesn’t remember what happened."

"He didn’t know much of anything when he first woke up, but he’s been learning fast. He’s a real smart fella, if a little twitchy. Had a couple episodes where his eyes just sort of glazed over for a minute and left him all panicky."

"You don’t think he might possibly be playing you?" Gibbs scoffed.

"He’s one hell of an actor if he is," the sheriff retorted gruffly, on the verge of taking offense. "But what do I know? I’ve only been doin’ this for thirty years. Maybe you should talk to him yourself."

"Oh, I plan to," Gibbs replied as he entered the main room of the cabin to make his own assessment while the sheriff went to cool down and find someone to run into town for the blood.

The detailed warning page here is very useful if you need a bit of help sorting out the players.

Stardust by Kikkimax