I have fallen hard, fast, and head-over-heels in love with The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I managed to convince myself that sitting down and watching the whole thing was actually working, seeing as how I have a 10-page paper due next week on it. :)
Anyway, I was looking at my Field Ops Weir action figure (also known in these parts as Repli!Weir), and realized that, damn, she looks a lot like Sarah Connor.
I mentioned this to
abyssinia4077. Abyssis has told me I am not allowed to write any more AUs right now.
Therefore, someone ELSE has to write the fic where Liz and Sarah are related somehow. And after Atlantis meets up with the Asurans, Liz calls the SGC and says "Find Sarah Connor. Atlantis needs her."
And Jack O'Neill, is gobsmacked and yells "The TERRORIST?!"
And Liz's response is just "She's not crazy. She's not a terrorist. She's my [relation], and if you want someone who knows how to deal with killer robots, you get Sarah goddamn Connor."
THERE IS NO WAY THIS IS NOT AWESOME.
(SCC has a tendency to reduce me to capslock)
But I CAN'T WRITE IT. I have NO TIME. This is causing EPIC SADFACE.
Anyway, I was looking at my Field Ops Weir action figure (also known in these parts as Repli!Weir), and realized that, damn, she looks a lot like Sarah Connor.
I mentioned this to
Therefore, someone ELSE has to write the fic where Liz and Sarah are related somehow. And after Atlantis meets up with the Asurans, Liz calls the SGC and says "Find Sarah Connor. Atlantis needs her."
And Jack O'Neill, is gobsmacked and yells "The TERRORIST?!"
And Liz's response is just "She's not crazy. She's not a terrorist. She's my [relation], and if you want someone who knows how to deal with killer robots, you get Sarah goddamn Connor."
THERE IS NO WAY THIS IS NOT AWESOME.
(SCC has a tendency to reduce me to capslock)
But I CAN'T WRITE IT. I have NO TIME. This is causing EPIC SADFACE.
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The mind...she is blown.
Abyssis is right. But finals are only a couple more weeks.
good luck on your paper! (Man, I didn't have courses like this when I was in school).
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Although Sarah would probably freak the hell out at the idea of nanites in Liz. Even if they are inert.
It could work!
Yeah, Abyssis is right. I'm not allowed. Actually, it's because I've got, uh, at least 4 other AUs on my plate right now. One of which is
I hope the paper is good! I'll be writing it this weekend, instead of drunken debauchery (okay, watching drunken debauchery). Depending on how happy I am with it, I might put it somewhere for others to read.
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(YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO WRITE THIS RIGHT NOW! AS AWESOME AS IT WOULD BE I STILL FORBID IT!)
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(I KNOW. I WANT TO. BUT NOT ALLOWED. SO VERY NOT ALLOWED.)
[NEED SCC ICONS]
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And Jack might let John be a normal teenage boy every once in a while.
Oh dear god. The boy who never had a father and the father who never got to raise his son. *shudder*
(NOT ALLOWED. YOU CAN KEEP IT IN RESERVE OR BRIBE SOMEONE (WHO ISN'T ME) TO WRITE IT)
[OH GOD ME TOO]
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And Derek and Ronon: two men who lost everything when the world ended and kept on fighting regardless.
(HELP ME BRIBE SOMEONE)
[YES. I AM MAKING DUE WITH RASSLER AND HIS ILL-FATED ARMY.]
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I mean, yeah, Derek and Ronon with the crazy eyes and not saying much and the confidence and shoot first, maybe ask later and everything, yes.
And all the other parallels.
But the idea of Jack and John is KILLING ME.
(OH GOD PEOPLE WE WILL MAKE YOU COOKIES)
[I am making do with...stargate...bah...]
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(COOKIES. DOUBLE DARK-CHOCOLATE WALNUT COOKIES.)
[I think we have a task.]
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(or oatmeal peanut butter chocolate chip)
[once semester is done I am so screen-capping my dvds]
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(those sound so tasty)
[*makes puppy-dog eyes at you*]
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...
...
oh, fuck
...
...
that's just MEAN on so damn many levels.)
(they are. You still haven't had any, have you? I should remedy that)
[yeah, yeah]
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(Nope, haven't had any.)
[*grins*]
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(hurumph. I fail at cookie providing)
[*sigh* I WOULD SO MUCH RATHER MAKE SCREENCAPS THAN DO WHAT I'M WORKING ON]
[WHY HAS NOBODY TAKEN YOU UP ON YOUR LOST, LONELY AU OFFER?]
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(COOKIES.)
[SO WOULD I.]
[I DON'T KNOW. WHY DON'T PEOPLE LOVE IT?]
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"You're going to teach me how to shoot a gun?" John Connor slumped back against the wall of the shooting range. He looked like a teenage boy, but Jack didn't miss the alert tension, or the way he never stopped glancing at all the entrances.
Who the fuck had taught this kid things Jack hadn't learned until he'd gone into black ops?
"No, I'm going to judge how well you shoot a gun," snapped Jack. The slow-simmering rage he'd been keeping a lid on since he caught John taking down a Replicator with nothing but a handgun, a garbage truck, and guts had just boiled over. "I know you can handle a goddamned firearm; I just want to see how well you can handle it. After we're done in the firing range, you get to take an all-expenses paid trip to Interrogation Room Island, where you and I are going to talk about exactly who you are and what you think you're doing."
"Whatever, man." John shrugged and held his hand out for the Beretta.
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(Hey, I'm writing you a tabletop system AND campaign setting!)
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With bonus Carter technobabble, and Jack wondering why they couldn't go back and stop Judgment Day before the cyclical loop of Skynet and John Connor sending back Kyle and the first T-100 and creating themselves happening.
(You are also writing that one for you. Though it'll be interesting to show that to my gaming group once you're done with it, because our Friday night GM is one of the freelancers who worked on the original Stargate d20 game.)
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(Point.)
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Because McKay would totally be all grumpy and complaining that he had everything PERFECTLY UNDER CONTROL and they TOTALLY did not have to call on a freakin' crazy woman. And Liz would be Entirely Not Amused.
And WHY was Liz's hallucination of being trapped in a mental hospital so scary for her, you know, if Sarah had been thrown in one... *whistles*
*makes puppy-eyes*
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But yes. McKay and Zelenka would go nuts and want to dissect a Terminator and link its chip into Atlantis' systems to analyze it (BAD IDEA OMG SO VERY BAD), and Liz would be Pissed Off and John would--
Plus the life sciences and medical department could be enlisted to study emerging sentience (Kate Heightmeyer! Jennifer Keller! Carson!) and--
Hey, wait a minute! You're trying to trick me into actually plotting this out so I'll write it, aren't you?
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Is it working? :D
(Sheppard would totally take John Connor up in a puddlejumper and let the poor boy be A KID.)
I was sent here to.....help
I mean, HOW AWESOME WOULD IT BE? SARAH CONNOR AND ELIZABETH WEIR! SAVING THE UNIVERSE!
And just. Ronon and Derek and crazy eyes and shooting first, asking maybe. And you KNOW Rodney would want to study Cameron and that just end Very Badly and that might be the ONE place where the Connors can be safe for a bit because the terminators won't come and...
*offers you cookies*
I think you were sent here to enable! *suspicious look*
Okay, if you hadn't figured it out, that was a shameless attempt to get you to write that one so I don't have to. Also, I haven't written Sam in ages, so I'd have to get my Carter writing chops back.
ANYWAY, the thing is, I kind of want to write post-Judgment Day apocafic AU where Sarah Connor and Elizabeth Weir are heading up the resistance together. (Er, I'm sorry to the John Connor fans, but I care a LOT more about Sarah Connor than I do about John Connor.)
Or a canon-based (sort of) fic where a nanite-infected Elizabeth is on Earth, and knows Sarah Connor for some reason, and Sarah FREAKS THE HELL OUT when her old friend Elizabeth Weir, who vanished, shows up and does things that only Terminators can do, based on her past experience.
Also, yes, I've imagined a canon-based apocafic where the Terminators take over Stargate Command, but can't make it to Atlantis until they get a ZPM, and you KNOW it all goes to hell from there.
I hate you both.