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NCIS: Actors and spectators

Another old project that I could after months to complete. I hope the Tiva fans I do not want too much if my vision of that scene does not match them.

Title: Actors and spectators
Genre: somber
Rating: for all
Spoilers: 7x02 - Reunion
Characters: Ziva David, Tony DiNozzo
N. words: 369

Dedicated as always to my wonderful beta Joy

Act

Building. Lurking. That the target was only waiting. That was easy, the training received at the Mossad had taught every technique of stalking and to act with cool determination. What would happen after he was unknown and was not able to predict the final outcome.
Talking to others was relatively simple, they were ready to justify and forgive without any explanation. Gibbs seemed to have reservations but it was not particularly concerned about this. He was the man behind the door that could change things. The man whom he had not trusted but who had also saved, even from herself and now had to find out if he could get his forgiveness, what mattered most.
The door opened, letting out an agent who did not know. She slipped inside, silently. It was time. And even the months of captivity had been difficult finding the words to apologize to Tony.

Act II

watched her through the space between the desks, calm and quiet as if nothing had happened. In the eyes still imprinted with the image of his face swollen, resigned expression. In my ears the words of the day before, apologies are difficult to pronounce as to accept.
Four years as partners in the field to be told: "I could not trust you."
had been a severe blow, one that had not been able to hide as the others.
petrified had looked close the gap, he felt a hand resting on his neck, his thumb caressed him, and then warned his lips resting on his cheek for a moment. A gesture delicate that a few months before he would rejoice, now left him cold and indifferent, as a foreign observer to the scene.
He had nothing to reproach himself, had done his best and he was proud of the results that the team had achieved. He was grateful to the director for giving her a second chance and that was accepted by all with open arms. But he had burned too many times and now, perhaps, had learned his lesson. Now it was not to trust him more. They were gentlemen, and with time would overcome the distrust enough friends to return, any other possibility was crumbling in front of the only justification he could not admit.

End

Speeches For Church Anniversariess

Stargate SG1: The secret

This one-shot expected to be completed over two years. Finally it seems I managed to find the right words to represent my thoughts on O'Neill's version at the end of my favorite episode: Abyss.

Title: The Secret
Genre: introspective, melancholy
Rating: for all
Spoilers: 6x06 Abyss
Characters: Jack O'Neill
N. words: 1,005

For Kae, who inspired me and Joy, beta and valuable supporter.

O'Neill sat on an old chair in the garden behind the house, heedless of long grass around him. After almost a month's absence, the lawn needed to be mowed, and just look and see other small maintenance jobs that could be applied. Yet despite the sense of restlessness that since he felt that morning had been allowed to go home, take care of repairs and the like was the last of his thoughts.
Dr. Fraiser had kept him in the infirmary for a week, forcing him to an infinite number of tests and inspections before finding that the abuse of the coffin had caused a mild dependence than she had expected, probably because he had really need of healing capacity of that machine. Over the past two days Jack had conveyed every physical and mental energy to convince Janet Objective and General Hammond to let him go home, finally alone for the first time in weeks.
And now that he got his goal he felt as if she had surgery and was in the throes of the after-effects of general anesthesia. It was painful to think how to move a limb remained stationary for too long, but if it was essential to restore the circulation, so was recovering mental clarity.
He had clear memories of the time between the Tok'ra, just excruciating pain, the feeling of something that was rummaging in the head while he was too weak to respond and then the paralysis due to lack of control over her own body, something that hoped to completely erase from his consciousness. He did not want to remember that he was, albeit briefly, a guest. When Janet had assured him that there is no blood naquadah his relief was greater than that felt when he realized that it is free. He would spend the rest of life to separate your memories from those remnants of a symbiont, it would not be able to use no tools and the Goa'uld not proved fictitious feelings for someone who had never known before, as was painfully happened to Carter. He was free, was the same man of the plant before it happened.
The torture of Ba'al, as cruel and deliberate, had undermined his hopes of salvation, The sarcophagus had affected his integrity, but on the whole was something he had already lived in the days of captivity in Iraq, and he knew he could overcome. However, there were a few moments of that whole experience, however painful, she felt she wanted to remember.
How the comforting presence of Daniel, who believed from the beginning in an illusion, only to realize that his subconscious could never recreate so well the complexity of the character of the young archaeologist. Only the real Daniel Jackson could offer him the ascent to escape the torture, a solution that he would never have considered, preferring death to the neglect of the transformation into a being of energy alone is unable to react. Daniel could not live under the laws of physics known on Earth, but it continued to exist somewhere in the universe and sooner or later their paths would cross again. He knew enough to know that he was too idealistic to settle for a life of pure contemplation. For its part, had stifled the desire to tell everyone they saw him, aware of the difficulty of belief. It would have been a secret, like seven years ago, when he left to live on Abydos.
The secret of Kanan but was no longer such. Sam, Teal'c and Jonas saw that covered the Lo'taur of Baal, while Lord System tortured him to find out. Kanan was in love with Shayna and after he entered his brain had decided to risk their lives trying to save it. Everyone had thought that he did because "we do not abandon our people" was one of the unwritten rules Air Force and Jack had left him to believe.
The other side of truth, the most important one, was much more private and potentially dangerous. When Kanan had entered his head, Jack was too tried to keep the disease's mental shields that protected his most intimate thoughts, even those who hid himself. It was a shock to the symbiont, convinced of the nobility of its intent to find out how despicable his behavior was against the slave girl of Ba'al, according to the yardstick of a simple Tau'ri.
Love, a race which gave priority throughout the war against the Goa'uld, a distorted concept was to leave his fate in a romantic partner was a sacrifice that little worried about the fate of his beloved. But when he came in contact with Jack's mind had discovered a completely different conception of the feeling he had felt for the woman who allowed him to carry out the mission entrusted to him. If he had not read it clearly in the mind of man, never would have considered the possibility of giving up what he believed to risk everything: life, honor, including the security of your people in exchange for sparing one person. This was the secret that Jack had fought and hidden even from himself because just like the Tok'ra could not afford to jeopardize the lives of millions of people in exchange for one. But the temptation was always there, lurking, every time his team was in danger, in fear every time you read instead of the usual determination in the eyes of Sam. Why the urge to save the woman he loved was always present, even if properly enclosed and hidden in the deepest of his mind.
Kanan had violated this hiding and had reacted to the strong emotions that were hidden. And Jack knew that he would remember for life the last words that the symbiote had mentally addressed before dropping out to avoid dying of betraying his people.
"Please, save it for me."

End

Burning Feet In The Shower

Torchwood / The club flannel: Recruitment

I wanted to know if I was still able to write something at least vaguely amusing and I suddenly had an idea that has allowed me to remove the "mothball" the Club of flannel, after two and a half years of inactivity.

idea by Joy ...

Title: Recruitment
Author: Robin
Series: The Club flannel
Crossover: Torchwood, Stargate SG1, Quantum Leap, Chicago Hope
Genre: comedy, parody
Rating: for all
Spoilers: TW: CoE post (but definitely AU)
Characters: Jack Harkness (TW), Gwen Cooper (TW), Ianto Jones (TW), Jack O 'Neill (SG1), Sam Beckett (QL), Jack McNeil (CH)
N. words: 1,176

August 14, 2010

- Tell me again why we came here? - She asked as she came down hard from the SUV. The man affectionately patted the long coat and walked to the door of the house before you answer, for the umpteenth time.
- We need to hire new staff before that crazy in charge of all remember us and choose whom to send.
- I have been chosen personally by him! - Replied by throwing annoyed glare before caressing the belly.
- That's right - someone said softly through the device connected to the human ear, making him smile.
- How are things at home, Ianto? - Cheerful voice asked Captain Harkness imagining her young lover, who rolled his eyes, exasperated while directing the work of reconstruction of the base.
- would be better if you do not erase the memory of the workers every night. It always takes more time to explain to them what they should do the next day - said the young dry.
- If all goes as I hope soon you'll have a small army of toy soldiers at your command, - said laughing while the bell rang.
After what seemed a long wait at all a man wearing a pink flowered apron opened the door.
- Yes? Looking for someone? - Asked affably while another man stood before him with him, pointing a weapon against the newcomers.
- Woa, calm! General O'Neill, I presume? - Asked Harkness with one of those smiles that usually captured men, women and aliens alike.
As soon as the general was found that there was no danger the two were admitted into the house and carried out in the living room where to sit while the man with the apron was going to prepare something to offer guests O'Neill drew a loud voice, and the third roommate, who arrived with a glass of scotch in his fingers.
McNeil rushed to hide behind the glass to a plant before you sit down, stand up, approach the woman and observed for endless seconds before sitting down again.
- I had never seen someone so attractive to walk around with teeth in that state - is justified before you get up and retrieve the glass. From the way they looked all that seemed a little 'courage alcohol could be helpful.
The situation seemed to stagnate when Sam Beckett came back with a tray full of homemade cookies and a carafe of hot coffee. He offered to make tea or anything else for Gwen but was assured that there was no need for which he took off his apron and sat down in turn.
- So what do we owe the honor of a visit by the Director of Torchwood in person? - O'Neill said that he wanted to make it clear to guests that he knew who they were.
- Apparently Jack and Ianto I decided that's not enough anymore - Gwen said, annoyed.
Captain Harkness had just put a cookie in your mouth but that did not stop him from taking the floor, looking to turn the hosts.
- We are currently short-staffed. We need a doctor, one who does not care an irregular working hours and who is willing to dissect cadavers, often of alien origin, as well as to mend better than the rest of the team. And before you object to Dr. McNeil, I remind you that his little problem with alcohol and betting to prevent it from continuing to practice here in the U.S.. We also need someone, preferably a genius, that recreate the network of the base, including all security protocols and I know from reliable sources that Samantha Carter would remain on Earth in a permanent position. And, General, we all know what you're getting bored since it was put in command Homeland Security, and I assure you that some 'of his experience would make us comfortable. Finally, Ianto is giving me the torment of that "little" accident with 456 saying that can not continue to take care of everything alone ...
- Being escaped death only through the persistent efforts of fans who do not accept the ending of Children of Earth, calling him "little incident"? - In the ear of the captain's voice interjected.
- Ianto, Ianto, Ianto, how much I love to hear your voice and your voice is not the time to distract me - trying to sidetrack Harkness said the young man who had listened to everything from his receiver.
- And that's why I had better come to me, diplomacy is not exactly his forte, sir, - answered promptly before shouting something to the workers who were rebuilding the conference room.
Jack took a sip of coffee, good though not great as that of His Welsh, and turned back to the people in the room.
- I was saying that we could use someone like her, Sam. Demonstrated excellent administrative and organizational skills by living with these two and may be useful to us his knowledge and that of his friend Al, provided you are still in touch, - he concluded, looking forward to a response.
- Why Us? - O'Neill asked, suspicious by nature.
- Jack, you talk about me! - Ianto ordered him in the ear.
Captain azionò a button on the vortex manipulator, as always, had the wrist and suddenly Ianto Jones's deep voice echoed through the room.
- Who else? You all have been set aside for one reason or another. We offer you the chance to return to make a difference, hunt aliens, mistreat patients, exploit new technologies and save the world a few times a week. If you do not do too much damage you will get paid for it. But if you prefer staying home to paint miniatures, baking cookies and playing with the play station I guess we can ask the next in line, - he concluded.
The owners decided to retire to the kitchen to confabulation with each other.
Gwen, remained silent until then seemed to come alive.
- I would like to know who selected the names, I would have come earlier by Logan Cale, Max Guevera and Wolverine, - he said absently.
- Now that I think about it, Ianto why did you choose them? - wanted to know the captain.
distinctly heard her sigh before the young man responded angrily.
- I do not get paid enough to watch you two flirt outrageously with the rest of the world.
Both tried to refuse, knowing that they were caught out and breathed a sigh of relief when O'Neill, Beckett and McNeil entered into the room.
- accepted the offer, on behalf of Colonel Carter - O'Neill said.
- But we have some requests, - said McNeil.
- and conditions - Beckett concluded.
Harkness got up smiling.
- Ianto takes care of everything, we are waiting for the inauguration of the new base. Come on Gwen, go home, - said satisfied himself on his way toward the door.
RTD could not find anything to object, plus choose perfectly capable people had maintained a tradition of not being able to go beyond the three most common names Jack and Sam, including two mixed up.

Frame Animation With Canon

Torchwood: Aliens (prologue of "The Kid in the Candy Shop")

This short story was born a bit 'by accident while I was writing another, still working, and it is somehow the prologue.

Title: The stranger
Genre: General, melancholy
Rating: for all
Spoilers: TW: 2x05 Adam, and very distant CoE
Characters: Jack Harkness
N. words: 868

Joy To The child had an adventurous spirit and loved to explore the surroundings, especially when she could escape the watchful eye of adults and could wander alone, telling all sorts of history and dreaming of a glorious future among the stars. He was afraid, like all the horrible alien creatures that tried to invade the colony for years but had not yet learned to be afraid of men, probably because this did not feel any fear on the day he met a stranger on the beach.
The man, tall and strong, wearing a long coat that flapped against his legs at every breath of wind, and seemed lost in thought, but suddenly turned to the child and smiled, though her eyes as blue as the sea were very sad.
for the child's first impulse was to ask him if he was lost. Nobody was ever on the Peninsula Boeshane unless you intend to settle in the community, but for some reason he was sure that this was not a settler.
- looking for you, - said, hoping to be reassuring.
The child stared at him for a long time, then a step closer.
- You come from far away, how can you know? - Said with the confidence typical of his age.
- It 's because I come from farther away than you can imagine. My world belongs to a parallel universe where your future is already was written, - tried to make him understand in the simplest way possible.
- So you know if I become an agent of the time and will travel between the stars and I will have many adventures? - Asked the boy, blue eyes bright with excitement.
- Not all the universes are equal, the fact that I'm talking to you in some way will change your future and I can only hope to make it less difficult than it was mine, - he explained, but the child's expression of doubt prompted him to change tactics.
- You can not even imagine the possibility that you will be offered, the wonderful people you meet, the adventures that you will live together, but you're old enough to know that can happen terrible and scary things.
The child nodded very seriously before the joy of the positive part of the story had the upper hand on his emotions.
- But can you tell me what to avoid? - Asked.
The man sighed before crouching to come face to face with the child.
- I can not reveal much because a friend taught me long ago that some events can not be changed to not run the risk of destabilizing the whole universe. But I'll tell you two important things I want you to remember them well - she stopped waiting. The child
rocked for a moment on the legs, then he nodded, ready to memorize what was said.
- Never let the hand of your brother. Maybe you'll be strong enough to not let it slip through your fingers, but if it should happen then look for it, never give up.
There was anguish in the voice of the man and the boy could not help but groped to console him, hugging him and promised he would do his best, even if the alien did not understand why he was so concerned about his brother.
lasted a few moments, the man stood up and pulled from his pocket a leather cuff often strange that proved to be a gimmick inside.
- This is a Vortex Manipulator. If you become an agent of the time you get one very similar one day but this has changed and you never show to anyone. E 'programmed to always take a certain person, someone who does not know yet but will be very important for you and you have so little time together you will want to know him much earlier. With this you can do it and every time you back up right where you left - closed to him.
The child held out his hand, uncertain brushed leather buttons and watched with curiosity. Then he raised his face to reveal a gaze full of questions.
- Why do not you use it?
The sadness in the eyes of man became more profound.
- Because in my world is no longer possible, but within you is still to be decided and you have everything that we have been denied.
He stood, the manipulator on the open hand, waiting for the child to decide whether to accept the gift. Do not disappoint him, took him carefully with both hands and placed it in a pocket. Then he looked up and thanked him, smiling as only an innocent child could do.
The man nodded and took a step back, getting ready to leave.
- Wait, you did not even say your name - said the little boy calling him.
had had a lot in life, but only one was given by people who had really loved.
- Jack - he said simply.
- It sounds strange, but I like it, - said the child.
- I hope so well, is an ancient form of your name, much used in the past on Earth - he explained.
- So now I'll call Jack, too! - Said the child, laughing as she watched the stranger who disappeared wrapped in a light beam.

End

August 11, 2010