Old Souls, by Shadownashira (PG-13)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Crossover
Categories: clone!Jack, drama, angst, character study
Warnings: drug abuse; crossover with Sherlock
Author on LJ:shadownashira
Author's Website: shadownashira at AO3
Link: Old Souls
Why This Must Be Read: Jon Neilson, AKA clone!Jack, is on a road trip to London... and meets up with a young Sherlock Holmes in his pre-John Watson days, suffering from an overdose. Throw in the beginnings of the Homeless Network, Mycroft, and some surprising reflections on coping with being outside the norm, and you have a fascinating, thoughtful crossover that is amazingly plausible.
There is never enough fic about clone!Jack. It's a pleasure to read this one!
He flicks his eyes lightning-fast over Jon again, alight with restlessness. "You're armed with a concealed handgun, and your stance is military. The paramedics who attended to me agreed that your execution of CPR was flawless and most definitely saved my life. During the five minutes we've been standing here, you've been constantly surveying our surroundings, mapping out exit routes for yourself, and you're confident you can get past me. Perhaps you attend a military school in the States, which would explain most of what I described. But how then would you be travelling without an adult as you're clearly not yet eighteen? Emancipation? Possible, but why would you be trying so hard to be anonymous? You're too relaxed to be on the run for some crime or other, and even though you've evidently run out of funds now, you had enough to begin with to get to this continent in the first place. What happened to you?"
That… is an odd choice of question. Definitely not the 'who are you?' he was expecting. Jon notes again the expensive-looking wardrobe that likely keeps the man warm, but also highlights how ghastly pale and haggard he is. "Are you sure you shouldn't be resting?"
"What?" The man's eyebrows draw together. Combined with the piercing green eyes and sharp contours of his cheekbones, the weight of his attention is slightly intimidating, but Jon is unfazed. Nothing this stranger can do or say can compare to everything else he's faced during his time in SG-1.
"You overdosed on contaminated cocaine a few days ago that very nearly killed you. Actually, it did kill you. Three times," he pointed out mildly. "Instead of sleeping in your warm bed, you've been running around London searching for me."
"I – that's not –" The man's head tilts, some of his vibrating tension bleeding out into confusion. He's trying to make sense of the conversation, and Jon gets the feeling he doesn't have to do that often.
Categories: clone!Jack, drama, angst, character study
Warnings: drug abuse; crossover with Sherlock
Author on LJ:
shadownashiraAuthor's Website: shadownashira at AO3
Link: Old Souls
Why This Must Be Read: Jon Neilson, AKA clone!Jack, is on a road trip to London... and meets up with a young Sherlock Holmes in his pre-John Watson days, suffering from an overdose. Throw in the beginnings of the Homeless Network, Mycroft, and some surprising reflections on coping with being outside the norm, and you have a fascinating, thoughtful crossover that is amazingly plausible.
There is never enough fic about clone!Jack. It's a pleasure to read this one!
He flicks his eyes lightning-fast over Jon again, alight with restlessness. "You're armed with a concealed handgun, and your stance is military. The paramedics who attended to me agreed that your execution of CPR was flawless and most definitely saved my life. During the five minutes we've been standing here, you've been constantly surveying our surroundings, mapping out exit routes for yourself, and you're confident you can get past me. Perhaps you attend a military school in the States, which would explain most of what I described. But how then would you be travelling without an adult as you're clearly not yet eighteen? Emancipation? Possible, but why would you be trying so hard to be anonymous? You're too relaxed to be on the run for some crime or other, and even though you've evidently run out of funds now, you had enough to begin with to get to this continent in the first place. What happened to you?"
That… is an odd choice of question. Definitely not the 'who are you?' he was expecting. Jon notes again the expensive-looking wardrobe that likely keeps the man warm, but also highlights how ghastly pale and haggard he is. "Are you sure you shouldn't be resting?"
"What?" The man's eyebrows draw together. Combined with the piercing green eyes and sharp contours of his cheekbones, the weight of his attention is slightly intimidating, but Jon is unfazed. Nothing this stranger can do or say can compare to everything else he's faced during his time in SG-1.
"You overdosed on contaminated cocaine a few days ago that very nearly killed you. Actually, it did kill you. Three times," he pointed out mildly. "Instead of sleeping in your warm bed, you've been running around London searching for me."
"I – that's not –" The man's head tilts, some of his vibrating tension bleeding out into confusion. He's trying to make sense of the conversation, and Jon gets the feeling he doesn't have to do that often.
