Show it comes from: Crossover War of the Worlds/Stargate SG-1

Title: Casual conversations.

Author: Adalisa

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Summary: Coronel Ironhorse and Coronel O'Neill meet casually in a bar.

Rating: Pg-13

Disclaimer: Paul Ironhorse and all War of the Worlds related stuff belongs to Paramount, Jack O'Neil and all Stargate Sg-1 stuff belongs to MGM. I just mess up with them for a hobby.

Content: Nope. Sorry, not telling.

Warning: This has mild m/m references. You should know that already, since you found this. Oh, and btw. It's a parody.

Spoilers: Since there has been a while since I saw WotW and have only seen one eps. of SG I can tell you it's pretty much spoilers free.

Notes: I was without Internet for two days. That was terrible. I went into withdrawal. And came back to 820 messages... of course, the first ones I read were the ones from Santuary :) And the whole talk about Paul meeting Jack... <g> Sure, it's not all too slashy since I'm rather fond of SG-1 fic that pairs Jack with Daniel and I happen to think that Harrison is quite a good pair for Paul (Sorry Mob-boss ;)). Now, I know that the timeline is totally screwed over, especially since the whole Mothren war would have ended at least ten years before the SG-1 project began, and here both are happening at the same time. I also know that there's no way that either Paul or Jack would go and tell all about their frustrations within their respective secret projects to a complete stranger. But, hey it's a parody. It's supposed to be funny, not exact. Besides, this is my first fic for both fandoms.

Dedicated to: All my list sis and the list mob boss at Santuary.

By Adalisa.

The bar was almost empty, as it usually was when the closing time got near. It was like that every night. And this time, two men were friendly chatting in front of what seemed to be at least 20 empty glasses.

Both were in the army, as one could see from their clothing, but none of them had any distinctive emblems that could tell a casual observer from where they came from. One of them, the one at the left, was a slender, tanned man, with black hair and brown deep eyes. The other was more built, ash blonde with blue eyes. Both looked about the same age, and both were completely drunk.

"What I want to know is why they can't take a simple order?"

"Who?"

"Scientists! You now, you tell them to stay put and they have to go running around to see what they find."

"Oh... Sure. Stay down. Stay at your lab. Don't get in the line of fire. They simply don't get it."

"And they're supposed to be smart."

"But not smart enough to stay low."

"No... Never smart enough."

"How many you got?"

"Counting the doctor? Two. You?"

"Three. No doctor."

"Three? Damn, That's too much! What do you do? Get them on a leash?"

"Ha! It wouldn't work with them all. Maybe with Norton, but Suzanne and Harrison would find their way out."

"Daniel wouldn't go for it either. I swear that man does more walking that the whole unit! He would end up dragging me up to see those rocks of him!"

"Rocks? What does he do?"

"He's an archeologist. I swear the man would gladly die just to see the work of people who has been dead for a long time!"

"30 years."

"What?"

"My Scientists. They're obsessed with what happened 30 years ago. They would let themselves get killed for what happened 30 years ago."

<Sounds of drinking>

<20 minutes later, several more glasses have been added to the bar>

"He says it's for his wife... but he was doing it all the same when he wasn't married."

"It was hiz father's project..."

"And what kind of marriage is that? He barely knew her! And they were only together for one lousy year! 18 months here... one year _There_!"

"... and sure, it's an invasion... But he could have said something before a full squad of my men got killed by those damn parasites!"

"She's the host of Aph... their leader's wife. And now every time we get close to her, Danny gets himself in danger... "

"...At any sign of those al... Other bastards, Harrison drops everything to investigate. And Suzeanne goes after him! Forget that she has a daughter, forget that we can get killed..."

"...Forget that he died once, that he got addicted to sarcophage..."

"...And I can't say anything because I'm the military hard man! As if I didn't had any feelings..."

"...not that he cares, of course. Why should he look at me when he has Sha're?"

"...ex-husband, ex-girlfriend... sure, let's fling it all over Coronel Ironhorse' face! Let's mock security..."

"'Jack, they tried to eat you, but they might be sentient' he tells me... What does he think I am, some type of savage?"

"'It's not necessary to shoot first, ask later, Coronel' they say... But what was I supposed to do? Wait until those alie... bastards infected me?"

"'This looks like Go'alud, Jack, and it might be important...' Don't mind that the whole castle is breaking down..."

"'Mothren technology is too advanced, we cannot just destroy it'... Sure, but we almost kill each other thanks to _that_!"

"'Yeah, Jack, sure I almost killed myself, but it was worth it, we got closer to Sha're!' he tells me, forget the fact that my heart was breaking..."

"... forget to thank me for saving her fucking _ex_husband... forget to thank me for saving his sorry ass..."

"...Why I follow him? I'm supposed to be the one who leads!"

"...Sure, I wasn't the one put in charge, but they should at least hear me a little..."

* * *

Coronel Ironhorse opened his eyes, feeling a terrible headache.

He knew better than to get drunk in his few free days, but frustration with his runaway scientists had proven too much.

Or so he guessed.

He could not remember a thing about last night, past the moment when he had accepted a beer from a blonde military man...

A man who Ironhorse had thought was handsome...

But that couldn't be it, right?

Not even if the room smell funny, not even if there were two different pairs of pants dropped on the floor, what seemed as two pairs of shoes in the room...

Not even if he could see another pair of legs tangled with his own.

Groaning, he got up.

Maybe he had done something more than drink the night before, but if he disappeared now, his partner would think it had only been a dream.

As he got himself dressed, little tidbits of his talk with the sleeping man came to his mind... The man who apparently was convinced that he worked for some military branch who followed parasitic Egyptian aliens to other worlds...

Yeah, sure.

He was so needed of someone who understood his work, that now he was inventing himself a... partner who could understand him.

If any of his friends learned about it, he would never hear the last of it. So he would never even think about it again.

* * *

Coronel Jack O'Neill open his eyes, feeling a terrible headache.

He knew better than to get drunk in his few free days, but frustration with his runaway scientists had proven too much.

Or so he guessed.

He could not remember a thing about last night, past the moment when he had offered a beer to a Cherokee military man...

A man who O'Neill had thought was handsome...

But that couldn't be it, right?

Not even if the room smells funny, because he was all alone.

Groaning, he got up.

Maybe he had done drunk too much, and dreamed the whole affair. He chuckled. It was the first time that his dream partner was not Daniel Jackson.

As he got himself dressed, little tidbits of his dreamt partner came to his mind... A Coronel who worked for a secret military project that fought against parasite aliens in this planet.

Yeah, sure.

He was so needed of someone who understood his work, that now he was inventing himself a partner who could understand him.

If any of his friends... if Daniel learned about it, he would never hear the last of it. So he would never even think about it again.

Except maybe on those lonely nights when he felt too frustrated with his Space Monkey.

The End.

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Adalisa

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