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[#016] Musical Lives (Stargate SG-1, The Sentinel, Starsky & Hutch)
Theme Prompt: #016 - Fourth wall
Title: Musical Lives
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, The Sentinel, Starsky & Hutch
Rating/Warnings: Pg-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 903 words
Summary: Things get confusing when various characters wake up in unfamiliar surroundings
Daniel Jackson opened his eyes, to find a reflection of himself staring back at him. There was a – mirror on the ceiling in his room?
“Up and at ‘em, Jackson! We’re going to be late,” Jack called.
The presence of Jack reassured Daniel; until he stepped into view wearing pointed boots, a large-collared shirt and a gun under his left arm.
“Jack?”
“It’s been a long time since you’ve called me that – what’s with you this morning?” He pressed his lips to Daniel’s.
The warmth of the kiss dispelled Daniel’s confusion. Of course he didn’t call his partner Jack – what had he been thinking?
“I’m fine, babe. And you’re right – we had better get going.”
A few minutes later, they were driving away in a bright red Torino.
* * * * *
Twenty-two years into the future, David Starsky awoke.
“Morning, Hutch.”
“Hutch? Where did that come from, Chief?”
Starsky pushed himself up onto his elbows, and looked straight *down* into a spacious loft apartment with a view out over the bay.
“I’m not going to be fooled by you pretending to be sick, Chief. You’re not getting out of filing those reports that easily.”
“No problem, Ken. I’ll make some breakfast.”
“No algae shakes!”
Algae shakes? But wasn’t it Hutch who - no, Hutch hated health food, didn’t he?
It was when Starsky found himself reaching for Hutch’s gun and holster that he really thought he must have lost his mind. Since when did he want to carry a gun – he hated the things!
* * * * *
A couple of years even further down the line, Blair Sandburg sat straight up in an unfamiliar bed.
“Jim, where are we?”
“We decided to stay at your place for a change, remember, Blair?”
His given name sounded strange coming from Jim’s lips. But what else did he expect Jim to call him?
Jim looked over at the clock. “We’d better get our asses in gear. Time and the Stargate wait for no man!”
“Stargate? Oh, right – Stargate.”
* * * * *
Daniel was starting to enjoy cruising the streets of Bay City in his flashy car.
Then the radio crackled.
“Zebra 3, Zebra 3, meet the man named Huggy at the Play Pen club.”
Jack answered. “This is Zebra 3. Ten-four and out. Okay, let’s roll!”
But Daniel had pulled the car over and was staring at his partner in disbelief.
* * * * *
In the Major Crimes bull pen of the Cascade Police Department, Starsky was typing.
“What’s with all this paperwork, man? Aren’t you gonna help me out here?”
Hutch glanced at him over the top of the sports pages. “But that was our deal, Chief. I let you study me for your dissertation, and you help out with my paperwork.”
“Study you?“
Hutch held up a finger and cocked his head to one side, as if he was listening to something, but Starsky couldn’t hear anything.
“Looks like you’re going to get out of the paperwork after all. Simon’s just had a call about a case.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
Hutch tapped his ear. “Heightened senses, remember? Hey, what’s with you today?”
This was too much for Starsky, who just stared at Hutch.
* * * * *
Blair’s sense of unease was growing. Jim had driven them to a military facility and now they were in a locker room, getting ready for a mission.
“Are you alright, Blair Sandburg?” a deep voice said. “You seem distracted this morning. Ellison and Major Carter have already left for the gate room. We should join them.”
“Sure, Teal’c. I’m ready.”
In the gate room, General Hammond announced, “SG-1, you have a go.”
The Stargate began to spin, and there was a huge whoosh of what looked like water, which settled back to form a shimmering surface across the ring.
“Okay, kids, let’s hit the wormhole.” Jim and headed up the ramp.
But Blair was rooted to the spot, staring up at the event horizon in astonishment.
* * * * *
“The clothes and the car I can handle,” Daniel said. “But ‘the man named Huggy’? That’s just going too far!”
* * * * *
“Heightened senses?” Starsky exclaimed. “Just what exactly is going on here?”
* * * * *
“You don’t seriously expect me to walk through that thing, do you?” Blair asked fearfully.
* * * * *
The Torino, the bull pen and the gate room faded away into a pitch black space with no apparent edges.
It was Daniel who found his voice first. “Who are you guys?”
“Detective Dave Starsky, Bay City PD.” Starsky replied.
“You wouldn’t happen to own a bright red Torino, would you?” Daniel asked.
“Well, yeah! But this morning, my partner seems to have developed heightened senses or something.”
“Hey!” Blair piped up. “That’s my life you’re talking about. But I was in a military base under a mountain, about to step through some kind of wormhole.”
“Yeah, right,” Starsky snorted. “Like that would ever happen!”
“Actually, it does,” Daniel told him quietly. “To me.”
“So, we’ve all been in each other’s lives…” Blair mused. “How d’you suppose that happened?”
“I think I might have some idea,” Daniel said. “I think she’s tried to take on too much.”
“I think you’re right,” Starsky agreed. “The poor thing’s got all confused.”
“So how do we sort it out?” Blair asked.
“As far as I can see, there’s only one way,” Daniel replied, and Starsky and Blair nodded.
They all yelled up into the black abyss above them.
“ONE FANDOM AT A TIME, ALO – PLEASE!!”
Title: Musical Lives
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, The Sentinel, Starsky & Hutch
Rating/Warnings: Pg-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 903 words
Summary: Things get confusing when various characters wake up in unfamiliar surroundings
Daniel Jackson opened his eyes, to find a reflection of himself staring back at him. There was a – mirror on the ceiling in his room?
“Up and at ‘em, Jackson! We’re going to be late,” Jack called.
The presence of Jack reassured Daniel; until he stepped into view wearing pointed boots, a large-collared shirt and a gun under his left arm.
“Jack?”
“It’s been a long time since you’ve called me that – what’s with you this morning?” He pressed his lips to Daniel’s.
The warmth of the kiss dispelled Daniel’s confusion. Of course he didn’t call his partner Jack – what had he been thinking?
“I’m fine, babe. And you’re right – we had better get going.”
A few minutes later, they were driving away in a bright red Torino.
* * * * *
Twenty-two years into the future, David Starsky awoke.
“Morning, Hutch.”
“Hutch? Where did that come from, Chief?”
Starsky pushed himself up onto his elbows, and looked straight *down* into a spacious loft apartment with a view out over the bay.
“I’m not going to be fooled by you pretending to be sick, Chief. You’re not getting out of filing those reports that easily.”
“No problem, Ken. I’ll make some breakfast.”
“No algae shakes!”
Algae shakes? But wasn’t it Hutch who - no, Hutch hated health food, didn’t he?
It was when Starsky found himself reaching for Hutch’s gun and holster that he really thought he must have lost his mind. Since when did he want to carry a gun – he hated the things!
* * * * *
A couple of years even further down the line, Blair Sandburg sat straight up in an unfamiliar bed.
“Jim, where are we?”
“We decided to stay at your place for a change, remember, Blair?”
His given name sounded strange coming from Jim’s lips. But what else did he expect Jim to call him?
Jim looked over at the clock. “We’d better get our asses in gear. Time and the Stargate wait for no man!”
“Stargate? Oh, right – Stargate.”
* * * * *
Daniel was starting to enjoy cruising the streets of Bay City in his flashy car.
Then the radio crackled.
“Zebra 3, Zebra 3, meet the man named Huggy at the Play Pen club.”
Jack answered. “This is Zebra 3. Ten-four and out. Okay, let’s roll!”
But Daniel had pulled the car over and was staring at his partner in disbelief.
* * * * *
In the Major Crimes bull pen of the Cascade Police Department, Starsky was typing.
“What’s with all this paperwork, man? Aren’t you gonna help me out here?”
Hutch glanced at him over the top of the sports pages. “But that was our deal, Chief. I let you study me for your dissertation, and you help out with my paperwork.”
“Study you?“
Hutch held up a finger and cocked his head to one side, as if he was listening to something, but Starsky couldn’t hear anything.
“Looks like you’re going to get out of the paperwork after all. Simon’s just had a call about a case.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
Hutch tapped his ear. “Heightened senses, remember? Hey, what’s with you today?”
This was too much for Starsky, who just stared at Hutch.
* * * * *
Blair’s sense of unease was growing. Jim had driven them to a military facility and now they were in a locker room, getting ready for a mission.
“Are you alright, Blair Sandburg?” a deep voice said. “You seem distracted this morning. Ellison and Major Carter have already left for the gate room. We should join them.”
“Sure, Teal’c. I’m ready.”
In the gate room, General Hammond announced, “SG-1, you have a go.”
The Stargate began to spin, and there was a huge whoosh of what looked like water, which settled back to form a shimmering surface across the ring.
“Okay, kids, let’s hit the wormhole.” Jim and headed up the ramp.
But Blair was rooted to the spot, staring up at the event horizon in astonishment.
* * * * *
“The clothes and the car I can handle,” Daniel said. “But ‘the man named Huggy’? That’s just going too far!”
* * * * *
“Heightened senses?” Starsky exclaimed. “Just what exactly is going on here?”
* * * * *
“You don’t seriously expect me to walk through that thing, do you?” Blair asked fearfully.
* * * * *
The Torino, the bull pen and the gate room faded away into a pitch black space with no apparent edges.
It was Daniel who found his voice first. “Who are you guys?”
“Detective Dave Starsky, Bay City PD.” Starsky replied.
“You wouldn’t happen to own a bright red Torino, would you?” Daniel asked.
“Well, yeah! But this morning, my partner seems to have developed heightened senses or something.”
“Hey!” Blair piped up. “That’s my life you’re talking about. But I was in a military base under a mountain, about to step through some kind of wormhole.”
“Yeah, right,” Starsky snorted. “Like that would ever happen!”
“Actually, it does,” Daniel told him quietly. “To me.”
“So, we’ve all been in each other’s lives…” Blair mused. “How d’you suppose that happened?”
“I think I might have some idea,” Daniel said. “I think she’s tried to take on too much.”
“I think you’re right,” Starsky agreed. “The poor thing’s got all confused.”
“So how do we sort it out?” Blair asked.
“As far as I can see, there’s only one way,” Daniel replied, and Starsky and Blair nodded.
They all yelled up into the black abyss above them.
“ONE FANDOM AT A TIME, ALO – PLEASE!!”
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