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donutsweeper) wrote2008-12-09 11:16 pm
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Flying The Friendly Skies
Title: Flying The Friendly Skies
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood/Stargate Atlantis crossover, none, rated G
Word Count: 300
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Summary: Jack, John, and a shared passion.
Author's Note: Missing scene from Charming the Pants off the Pashahads. Written for day ten of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Sheppard had offered to take the supplies over to the mainland; it was a milk run, but they’d been so busy he hadn’t had a chance to hit the sky in what felt like ages.
“Will you look at that view.” Jack exhaled loudly. “Beautiful.”
Looking over for a second, Sheppard caught the appraising look Jack was giving him. “You talking about the clouds?”
Jack laughed. “Yeah. Of course. What else would I have been referring to?”
Sheppard found he couldn’t help but smile in return. “Jack, you are incorrigible.”
“Never even tried to imply that I wasn’t.” Jack reached out and let his fingers glide over the jumper’s control panel. “You fly her so smoothly. No turbulence, no drag, it’s like we just slip through the clouds.”
“I’ve flown a lot of different birds in my time: Cobras, Apaches, Blackhawk, even an Osprey, but the puddle jumper's in a class of her own.”
“She listens better, huh?” There was an unusual wistfulness to Jack’s tone.
“Yep, it’s the Ancient technology. Sometimes it seems like she reacts before I can even think of what I want her to do.” Sheppard risked another glance at Jack, but was surprised to see Jack looking out at the sky. “You’ve flown.” It wasn’t a question. Jack had never gone into depth about his service and skills, but Sheppard knew anyway.
“Oh yeah, more birds than you could possibly imagine.”
“Tell me about one of them, Jack. We got time.”
Jack launched into a highly improbably, but utterly enthralling, story about a warship, a damsel in distress and a barrage balloon. Sheppard wasn’t sure he could believe a word of it, but it didn’t really matter. Jack was smiling again, his voice happy and carefree, and Sheppard found himself swept up in the adventure.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Torchwood/Stargate Atlantis crossover, none, rated G
Word Count: 300
Beta:
_medley_ Summary: Jack, John, and a shared passion.
Author's Note: Missing scene from Charming the Pants off the Pashahads. Written for day ten of
consci_fan_mo for a picture prompt (shown in the story)Click on donutville link for picture prompt
Sheppard had offered to take the supplies over to the mainland; it was a milk run, but they’d been so busy he hadn’t had a chance to hit the sky in what felt like ages.
“Will you look at that view.” Jack exhaled loudly. “Beautiful.”
Looking over for a second, Sheppard caught the appraising look Jack was giving him. “You talking about the clouds?”
Jack laughed. “Yeah. Of course. What else would I have been referring to?”
Sheppard found he couldn’t help but smile in return. “Jack, you are incorrigible.”
“Never even tried to imply that I wasn’t.” Jack reached out and let his fingers glide over the jumper’s control panel. “You fly her so smoothly. No turbulence, no drag, it’s like we just slip through the clouds.”
“I’ve flown a lot of different birds in my time: Cobras, Apaches, Blackhawk, even an Osprey, but the puddle jumper's in a class of her own.”
“She listens better, huh?” There was an unusual wistfulness to Jack’s tone.
“Yep, it’s the Ancient technology. Sometimes it seems like she reacts before I can even think of what I want her to do.” Sheppard risked another glance at Jack, but was surprised to see Jack looking out at the sky. “You’ve flown.” It wasn’t a question. Jack had never gone into depth about his service and skills, but Sheppard knew anyway.
“Oh yeah, more birds than you could possibly imagine.”
“Tell me about one of them, Jack. We got time.”
Jack launched into a highly improbably, but utterly enthralling, story about a warship, a damsel in distress and a barrage balloon. Sheppard wasn’t sure he could believe a word of it, but it didn’t really matter. Jack was smiling again, his voice happy and carefree, and Sheppard found himself swept up in the adventure.