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Title: For Reasons Not Worth Going Into (Backstory Challenge)
Author:
slybrarian
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gen
Characters: Chuck, Col. Dixon
Words: 1173
Series: Dramatic Exit
Notes: Apparently, I can't stop writing flashfic. Luckily there's no limit, right?
Summary: "So what you're saying," Sheppard said, "is that you're here for reasons..." Chuck cut him off. "Please don't say it, sir."
Chuck stared at the smoking pile of rubble where his house had once been. There was debris scattered all over the place, and a long trail of dirt leading up to the building made him suspect that a plane had skidded across the yard and plowed right into the building. He sighed, turned off his car, and got out to check for survivors, shaking his head as he went.
"At least I have insurance," he muttered to himself. He supposed he should be glad he hadn't been home, but couldn't quite make the effort to do so. It figured that something like this would happen barely a week after moving in. He'd only just been transferred from a cyber-crimes unit to this rural detachment. Technically it was a promotion to a supervisory position, and it was shear coincidence that it put him safely out of the way after he found evidence that resulted in a minister's son being arrested for hacking.
"Hello? Anyone in there?" he called out, but there wasn't any reply. Walking around he spotted a trail through the snow that led towards the trees, and when he got closer he could see that there was a line of blood as well. It looked like someone had been dragging themselves away from the crash, although he couldn't think of a reason why they'd head that direction. Chuck was about to call for help and follow the tracks when he suddenly realized that there was a moose standing where the trail met the tree line.
Chuck scratched his head as he stared at it, and it stared back. In his opinion, it was definitely aiming a rather malevolent glare at him, although surely that couldn't be right. Then again, maybe it was normal for moose to intently stare at people. He didn't have a clue - he'd lived in Toronto his entire life, and moose behavior hadn't been covered by his computer science degree. Then the moose's eyes flashed, and Chuck had to say, "Okay, that's a bit odd, I think."
The moose's eyes flashed again, and it started to prance over in his direction. That definitely didn't seem like a good sign, so Chuck started to back away while drawing his service pistol. Before he could try driving it off with a warning shot, though, there was a sudden burst of gunfire and the side of the moose seemed to explode in a haze of blood and gore. Dumbfounded, Chuck turned left to see a man running across the yard and waving a submachine gun.
"Yee-ha!" the man crowed as he ran. He came to a stop a few meters from the corpse, and from there proceeded to empty his clip into the moose, splattering its head and neck all over the snow. "Take that, you slippery son of a bitch!"
Chuck stared at the madman as he ambled towards him with a manic grin. When he stuck out his hand, Chuck took it instinctively. After all, it wouldn't do to be impolite.
"Colonel Dixon, United States Marine Corp. Pleased to meet ya." Chuck looked him over incredulously. The man was wearing some kind of camo uniform, true, with various patches that looked authentic enough. Still, anyone could buy those, and he was pretty sure he'd have heard if there were marines running killing moose in his area. Especially American marines.
Remembering his manners, he said, "Sergeant Chuck Fraser, RCMP. Uh, would you mind telling me why you just-"
"Oh, hey, a Mountie!" Dixon said, cutting him off. "That's cool. Why aren't you wearing one of those red uniforms?"
Chuck blinked. "I do, sometimes."
"Huh. Hey, do you have a horse, too?"
"Yes. Yes, I do," Chuck said slowly. He held up a finger, and asked, "Could you excuse me for a minute, sir?"
Dixon nodded, and as Chuck walked back to his car he could have sworn the man was doing a gleeful little dance. He shook his head, pulled out his phone, and dialed his detachment.
"Constable? It's Sergeant Fraser. I need backup out at my place." He paused as he listened to the man at the other end, and said, "Yes, that smoke is from here. Someone crashed a plane into my house. Yes. Into my house. That's not important, there's a crazy American with a P-90 here who just killed a moose. Yes. With a submachine gun. Look, just send someone out."
He closed his phone and opened up his car door to retrieve a pair of handcuffs. That done, he returned to Dixon, coming up quietly behind the 'marine' and listening to what he was saying.
"What kind of lame-ass alien overlord lives in a moose?"
Alien overlord? Well, that certainly settled that, as far as Chuck was concerned. Dixon didn't even notice as Chuck slipped up behind him. Chuck smoothly pulled Dixon's arms backed and latched the cuffs around his wrists, while saying, "Sir, I'm going to have to place you under arrest."
Chuck snagged Dixon's sidearm even as the marine twisted around and stared at him, which let Chuck smoothly detach his P-90 as well and toss it to a safe distance. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"You're under arrest, sir," Chuck reiterated. He wondered if all American marines were this loud and dense, or only crazy fake ones.
"I just saved your sorry Canadian ass from a snake!"
"That was a moose, sir," Chuck explained patiently. "Which you shot with an illegal automatic weapon. Also, I think you blew up my house."
"No, see, that moose had a snake inside it. And if anything blew up, it's the snake's fault, too." Dixon paused. "At least I don't remember blowing anything up. Sometimes I forget."
"Of course, sir," Chuck said, deciding it was best to humor him until he could be safely put into a padded room. "I'm sure it was a very evil snake-moose."
"Hell yeah it - hey, are you patronizing me? I'm not going to let Dudley Do-right make fun of me." Dixon started to take a step forward, slipped on the snow, tried to flail but couldn't thanks to the cuffs, and ended up face-down in the snow. He sighed and muttered, "This shit never happens to SG-1."
A few minutes later, Chuck's backup arrived, just as more 'marines' started to emerge from the trees. None of them had any ID or permits for their weapons, so Chuck had them all arrested, too. Over the next few hours, there was a great deal of yelling, and by the end Chuck had discovered his prisoners really were American marines (plus a civilian engineer), and that the moose had, in fact, been an alien overlord named Ometochli. That was slightly embarrassing, although everyone assured him that no one blamed him for making that mistake. He still wasn't surprised when two months later, after it turned out he had some alien gene, he received a polite but firm suggestion that he volunteer for the Atlantis expedition.
Author:
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Gen
Characters: Chuck, Col. Dixon
Words: 1173
Series: Dramatic Exit
Notes: Apparently, I can't stop writing flashfic. Luckily there's no limit, right?
Summary: "So what you're saying," Sheppard said, "is that you're here for reasons..." Chuck cut him off. "Please don't say it, sir."
Chuck stared at the smoking pile of rubble where his house had once been. There was debris scattered all over the place, and a long trail of dirt leading up to the building made him suspect that a plane had skidded across the yard and plowed right into the building. He sighed, turned off his car, and got out to check for survivors, shaking his head as he went.
"At least I have insurance," he muttered to himself. He supposed he should be glad he hadn't been home, but couldn't quite make the effort to do so. It figured that something like this would happen barely a week after moving in. He'd only just been transferred from a cyber-crimes unit to this rural detachment. Technically it was a promotion to a supervisory position, and it was shear coincidence that it put him safely out of the way after he found evidence that resulted in a minister's son being arrested for hacking.
"Hello? Anyone in there?" he called out, but there wasn't any reply. Walking around he spotted a trail through the snow that led towards the trees, and when he got closer he could see that there was a line of blood as well. It looked like someone had been dragging themselves away from the crash, although he couldn't think of a reason why they'd head that direction. Chuck was about to call for help and follow the tracks when he suddenly realized that there was a moose standing where the trail met the tree line.
Chuck scratched his head as he stared at it, and it stared back. In his opinion, it was definitely aiming a rather malevolent glare at him, although surely that couldn't be right. Then again, maybe it was normal for moose to intently stare at people. He didn't have a clue - he'd lived in Toronto his entire life, and moose behavior hadn't been covered by his computer science degree. Then the moose's eyes flashed, and Chuck had to say, "Okay, that's a bit odd, I think."
The moose's eyes flashed again, and it started to prance over in his direction. That definitely didn't seem like a good sign, so Chuck started to back away while drawing his service pistol. Before he could try driving it off with a warning shot, though, there was a sudden burst of gunfire and the side of the moose seemed to explode in a haze of blood and gore. Dumbfounded, Chuck turned left to see a man running across the yard and waving a submachine gun.
"Yee-ha!" the man crowed as he ran. He came to a stop a few meters from the corpse, and from there proceeded to empty his clip into the moose, splattering its head and neck all over the snow. "Take that, you slippery son of a bitch!"
Chuck stared at the madman as he ambled towards him with a manic grin. When he stuck out his hand, Chuck took it instinctively. After all, it wouldn't do to be impolite.
"Colonel Dixon, United States Marine Corp. Pleased to meet ya." Chuck looked him over incredulously. The man was wearing some kind of camo uniform, true, with various patches that looked authentic enough. Still, anyone could buy those, and he was pretty sure he'd have heard if there were marines running killing moose in his area. Especially American marines.
Remembering his manners, he said, "Sergeant Chuck Fraser, RCMP. Uh, would you mind telling me why you just-"
"Oh, hey, a Mountie!" Dixon said, cutting him off. "That's cool. Why aren't you wearing one of those red uniforms?"
Chuck blinked. "I do, sometimes."
"Huh. Hey, do you have a horse, too?"
"Yes. Yes, I do," Chuck said slowly. He held up a finger, and asked, "Could you excuse me for a minute, sir?"
Dixon nodded, and as Chuck walked back to his car he could have sworn the man was doing a gleeful little dance. He shook his head, pulled out his phone, and dialed his detachment.
"Constable? It's Sergeant Fraser. I need backup out at my place." He paused as he listened to the man at the other end, and said, "Yes, that smoke is from here. Someone crashed a plane into my house. Yes. Into my house. That's not important, there's a crazy American with a P-90 here who just killed a moose. Yes. With a submachine gun. Look, just send someone out."
He closed his phone and opened up his car door to retrieve a pair of handcuffs. That done, he returned to Dixon, coming up quietly behind the 'marine' and listening to what he was saying.
"What kind of lame-ass alien overlord lives in a moose?"
Alien overlord? Well, that certainly settled that, as far as Chuck was concerned. Dixon didn't even notice as Chuck slipped up behind him. Chuck smoothly pulled Dixon's arms backed and latched the cuffs around his wrists, while saying, "Sir, I'm going to have to place you under arrest."
Chuck snagged Dixon's sidearm even as the marine twisted around and stared at him, which let Chuck smoothly detach his P-90 as well and toss it to a safe distance. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"You're under arrest, sir," Chuck reiterated. He wondered if all American marines were this loud and dense, or only crazy fake ones.
"I just saved your sorry Canadian ass from a snake!"
"That was a moose, sir," Chuck explained patiently. "Which you shot with an illegal automatic weapon. Also, I think you blew up my house."
"No, see, that moose had a snake inside it. And if anything blew up, it's the snake's fault, too." Dixon paused. "At least I don't remember blowing anything up. Sometimes I forget."
"Of course, sir," Chuck said, deciding it was best to humor him until he could be safely put into a padded room. "I'm sure it was a very evil snake-moose."
"Hell yeah it - hey, are you patronizing me? I'm not going to let Dudley Do-right make fun of me." Dixon started to take a step forward, slipped on the snow, tried to flail but couldn't thanks to the cuffs, and ended up face-down in the snow. He sighed and muttered, "This shit never happens to SG-1."
A few minutes later, Chuck's backup arrived, just as more 'marines' started to emerge from the trees. None of them had any ID or permits for their weapons, so Chuck had them all arrested, too. Over the next few hours, there was a great deal of yelling, and by the end Chuck had discovered his prisoners really were American marines (plus a civilian engineer), and that the moose had, in fact, been an alien overlord named Ometochli. That was slightly embarrassing, although everyone assured him that no one blamed him for making that mistake. He still wasn't surprised when two months later, after it turned out he had some alien gene, he received a polite but firm suggestion that he volunteer for the Atlantis expedition.
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Date: 2007-12-22 03:37 am (UTC)BEST! LINE! EVAR!
Well done, Sly, but next time warn me when it's posted, kay? I like to know this stuff...it's good to read.
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-12-22 03:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 11:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 03:40 am (UTC)I love how calm Chuck is.
Also, snakehead in a moose? Funniest thing ever.
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 03:55 am (UTC)You win at EVERYTHING!
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 05:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 11:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 05:04 am (UTC)Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's how it happened.
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 05:56 am (UTC)THANK YOU SO MUCH!
BTW, I might have found your moose. Here. (http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/12/21/funny-pictures-licence-and-resgistraion/)
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 06:14 am (UTC)That was friggin' AWESOME
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 06:35 am (UTC)Now I really do want to see the scene where Chuck explains all this (front-to-back and inside-out, of course) to Sheppard.
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-12-22 07:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 11:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-12-22 07:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 11:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 11:26 am (UTC)*hee*
"I just saved your sorry Canadian ass from a snake!"
"That was a moose, sir,"
*roflmao*
&hearts
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 12:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 11:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 01:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-12-22 03:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 11:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-22 07:20 pm (UTC)"Oh, hey, a Mountie!" Dixon said, cutting him off. "That's cool. Why aren't you wearing one of those red uniforms?"
Chuck blinked. "I do, sometimes."
"Huh. Hey, do you have a horse, too?"
"Yes. Yes, I do," Chuck said slowly. He held up a finger, and asked, "Could you excuse me for a minute, sir?"
Dixon nodded, and as Chuck walked back to his car he could have sworn the man was doing a gleeful little dance. He shook his head, pulled out his phone, and dialed his detachment.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Oh, Chuck. You are made of awesome.
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Date: 2007-12-22 11:19 pm (UTC)For Reasons Not Worth Going Into STORY
Date: 2007-12-22 11:39 pm (UTC)Re: For Reasons Not Worth Going Into STORY
Date: 2007-12-23 04:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-23 03:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-23 04:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-23 07:48 pm (UTC)Too awesome! And I'm sure Chuck reacted with perfect aplomb when they broke that bombshell.
And, of course, there's: "What kind of lame-ass alien overlord lives in a moose?" :-)
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Date: 2007-12-24 03:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-12-23 11:08 pm (UTC)Lovely story! ^^
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Date: 2007-12-24 03:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-24 02:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-24 03:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-24 04:04 am (UTC)Might want to mention that some of the SG15 stories are still available in the sg_15 community here on LJ. Not that I'm pimping my own stuff or anything. :oD
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Date: 2007-12-24 06:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-24 06:23 am (UTC)Although, it's probably bad that I was actually picturing Benton Fraser in the story instead of Chuck, huh? Sorry!
Still very very awesome. The Stargate PTB missed a golden opportunity by not grabbing onto Adam Baldwin when they had him. I loved Colonel Dixon!
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Date: 2007-12-24 06:28 am (UTC)*contemplates the idea of Fraser searching for his missing cousin who disappeared after his home mysteriously blew up*
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Date: 2007-12-24 09:10 am (UTC)Chuck and Dixon (who everyone writes as Jayne, because it's just so right!)> Brilliant!
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Date: 2007-12-25 05:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-12-24 01:59 pm (UTC)I love this! We don't really see enough of Dixon. Of course he gets the wacky missions!
Well, at least Chuck has some idea what he's getting into!
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Date: 2007-12-25 05:32 am (UTC)