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Sprocket ([personal profile] sprocket) wrote 2015-02-10 06:07 pm (UTC)

Eh, post isn't going anywhere. Late comments can be equally or more cheering!

1.) The genesis of this was "it would be in the spirit of late S4 that, if this were O, Olivia and Lincoln would absolutely share a moiety." And it goes from there.

2.) I'm staring at it trying to decide if it's all in my head or not. Probably 99% in my head. But it feels like, thematically, the beginning does not go with the end. I'm going to give it another once-over and then release it into the wild, I think.

3.) Okay, unbeta'd attempt to get various characters in one place, and to write something happy-ish. Also, to let my geek flag fly:

“Learn about art, Captain,” an actor in blue makeup and CGI’d glowing red eyes boomed richly across Nate’s darkened living room. “When you understand a species’ art, you understand a species.”

Hardison had claimed one side of the couch, a two-liter of his favored orange soda balanced precariously on the leather arm; on the other end, Agent Dunham slid under Peter’s arm, wedging a bowl of popcorn between her and Agent Lee. Lee’s double sprawled on the floor, strategically positioned to stage-whisper to Astrid and Parker, who had claimed the lounge chairs.

“Remind me why this is important again?” Nate asked the other Hardison. Alec looked up from the laptop ensconced in a mess of cables writhing off the breakfast bar.

“It is Star Wars,” Alec enunciated. “The first Star Wars movies that were made after Lucas died. The Thrawn trilogy had amazing bad guys and Mara Jade. I mean, look at her.” The movie had cut away to a forest hideaway. The camera tracked a red-haired woman entering one building, and making her way to a central room with a leafy tree as green as her cold hard eyes. “Ex-Emperor's Hand, Jedi powers, ass-kicking powers... I cannot believe y’all are missing out on this once in a lifetime opportunity to experience the cultural exchange between our universes.”

Someone has to keep an eye on the data uplink at this end,” the other universe’s Agent Dunham said from the laptop speaker. “And on Walter.”

“Linc’s made Livvy and me watch the entire trilogy more than once,” Charlie put in. “This way, you guys can deal with the boss on a caffeine high.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that,” Nate said, as Hardison shhhh’d Captain Lee’s lip-synching to a conversation between the redhead and her boss. “Do not make me throw popcorn at you,” Peter added threateningly.

Nate continued, “Alec, how’s the uplink coming?”

Alec sat back. “Code’s running,” he replied, stretching. “Database should be unencrypted in a couple hours.”

Nate muted the microphone. “Alec,” he said, under the racket of the movie. “When we’ve got the Show-Me database cracked, can you look up someone for me?”

He looked at Nate. “Might be,” he said. “What are you looking for?”

“Just one person,” he said. “Sam Ford. Born 1998 in Los Angeles.”

“Oh my God,” someone said from the couch, “Peter, don’t take this the wrong way-”

Peter sighed. “Heir to the Empire came out right before Walter was institutionalized, okay? Assume all crazy Jedi parallels have been noted. And shut up, Linc.”

“I think it's time to cut off the coffee,” Astrid put in, as the other side’s Hardison looked at Nate oddly.

“Yeah, I’ll check with Maggie, see what I can do,” Alec said, and unmuted the mic.

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