Why does my brain do this?

[ultranos]

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.

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[ultranos-fic.livejournal.com]

They would get along GREAT. (And she sorta looks like Liz, and you know us closet Liz/Jack shippers. Um.) They'd bond over firearms or something. And Jack might let John be a normal teenage boy every once in a while.

(I KNOW. I WANT TO. BUT NOT ALLOWED. SO VERY NOT ALLOWED.)

[NEED SCC ICONS]

[abyssinia4077.livejournal.com]

(oh, no worries, the SO OUT OF THE CLOSET Jack/Liz shipper in me was SO ALREADY THERE)

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]

[ultranos-fic.livejournal.com]

(I expected she was.)

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.]

[abyssinia4077.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. And Teyla would *get* it and...I admit Jack and John are still breaking me.

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...]

[ultranos-fic.livejournal.com]

Oh John and Jack is heartbreaking.

(COOKIES. DOUBLE DARK-CHOCOLATE WALNUT COOKIES.)

[I think we have a task.]

[abyssinia4077.livejournal.com]

(*nods* I just am a sucker for any Jack-Sara-Charlie angst. And I'm a sucker for John and his father figures. Tie it together? I AM DOOMED)

(or oatmeal peanut butter chocolate chip)

[once semester is done I am so screen-capping my dvds]

[ultranos-fic.livejournal.com]

(...aaand she's named Sarah. *whistles* And...oh god, the name Charlie and John and...ack.)

(those sound so tasty)

[*makes puppy-dog eyes at you*]

[abyssinia4077.livejournal.com]

(...
...
...
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]

[ultranos-fic.livejournal.com]

(And are you in any way surprised that I come up with the MEAN thing?)

(Nope, haven't had any.)

[*grins*]

[abyssinia4077.livejournal.com]

(*glares at you* *still hates you for The Fic*)

(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?]

[ultranos-fic.livejournal.com]

(*still hate myself for The Fic*)

(COOKIES.)

[SO WOULD I.]

[I DON'T KNOW. WHY DON'T PEOPLE LOVE IT?]

[havocthecat]

...you know I can never speak to you again for doing this to me, right?

"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.

[ultranos-fic.livejournal.com]

YOU ARE AWESOME. Oh, Jack, you are so overprotective about kids. Also, methinks things will get dangerous once Sarah shows up.

(Hey, I'm writing you a tabletop system AND campaign setting!)

[havocthecat]

I KNOW. Jack is so totally ready to rip whoever didn't let this kid be a kid a new one, but then he'd talk to Sarah and he'd realize "oh, great, the timeline is royally fucked AGAIN" and somehow Sarah and Jack would take charge of, I don't know, the entire planet in an attempt to make sure that Judgment Day did't happen.

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.)

[ultranos-fic.livejournal.com]

Now I'm imagining John and Sam bonding over technobabble, because, for a 16-year-old-boy, he is pretty sharp. And Sarah and Jack doing the tennis-match watching back and forth while those two bounce ideas off each other, before deciding John's in good enough hands and going off to a firing range. Or...something.

(Point.)

[rhianona]

*g* I like, especially John's attitude and Jack's overprotectiveness, b/c I can see both. Will there be more? *blinks eyes hopefully*