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SGA AU Fic: Close To Home (1/?)
Happy Birthday to mspooh! This is coming a day late since I was forced to spend yesterday night sitting in the hot darkness of my apartment unable to do anything. Damn power outages! Also, damn my inability to find something to do that doesn't involve electricity! I'm so MODERN.

Erm, so this is my first attempt at AU...

Title: Close To Home (1/?)
Rating: PG for now.
Category: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir. Alternate Universe. Detective Noir.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Owned by others. Pay them.
Author’s Note: For mspooh who suggested the AU idea. Happy Birthday!
Summary: “And right then I knew I was going to be in trouble.”


It began with a body, a beauty of a brunette with a studied walk that meant money.

The door of the office was open on account of the stifling afternoon heat, and I had the benefit of admiring her as she approached. Most of the female clients that came through my door had nothing but tears and cheating husbands in mind. I was a betting man, and I was willing to put down a good sum that she was going to be interesting.

“Elizabeth Weir,” she said, and extended her hand for me to shake.

I didn’t usually hold to standing before beautiful women on principle, but then I knew she wasn’t going to be just any beautiful woman.

She wore a smart black suit and a red blouse that did all sorts of justice to the curves she’d been blessed with. If that wasn’t enough to spell trouble, she had stunning green eyes and leg enough to please half the military before their tour of duty.

Her hand in mine was soft and smooth. I held it a fraction longer than necessary and smiled my best. She didn’t so much as bat a pretty lash.

I waved her in the direction of a seat and watched as she slid smoothly into one of the high backs. She knew her way around leather, and I tried not to think about just how long it’d taken me to save up enough to get those chairs in the first place.

I took my time behind the desk, letting her get a feel for a place that was obviously ten leagues below her own, and using the moment for myself to figure out just what the hell a woman like her was doing this far away from any town with class.

She glanced around the office. It was a simple affair; I wasn’t big on decorating. With yellowing walls, and blinds over the windows that didn’t quite hide the backside of the neighboring building, the black finish bookcases resting against either side of the wall behind me stood out predominantly. They had long lost their glossy shine, but were full of everything from law briefs to military operating manuals to a trashy romantic fiction given to me by a cute little blonde with nothing much else to recommend.

Her eyes settled on a book and a delicate eyebrow rose. “War and Peace?” she asked.

“Page seventeen,” I said, and earned myself a smile.

She clasped her hands together gently. “Mr. Sheppard, I have come here on the recommendation of General O’Neill about a matter of national security.”

Beauty and brains; I should have known the military had already laid claim to her. It also explained the empty ring finger.

“I’m not particularly fond of the last job General O’Neill recommended,” I said wryly.

“A situation has developed and I am in need of someone with your… expertise. I understand you are familiar with Atlantis?”

Familiar was an understatement. I’d once considered the floating city of Atlantis a modern day paradise. It would take more than money and a pretty woman to draw me there again. “I wouldn’t call it home,” I said.

She paused for a moment, her face lovely but impossible to read, and then she continued as though she hadn’t heard. “I need you to investigate the disappearance of members of my team. Your connections among the locals may prove to be very valuable, and I have the feeling I am running on borrowed time.”

I waited impassively. Disappearances were not nearly as profitable as murders. I said nothing.

“My head of security recently went missing.” She slid a folder across the desk. I opened it and Sumner’s face glared up at me from his personnel file. I had heard he’d found his fortune in Atlantis; I wasn’t surprised to discover the stained glass city had found a way to bring even the strongest down.

“With your military background, bringing you in as his replacement would also provide cover for your investigation,” she explained. “You will be well compensated for your double duty.”

I sat back in my chair and pretended to give it some thought. In fact, I had no intention of following her to Atlantis, smooth skin or not.

I had gone to Atlantis under military order once before. I would never venture there again, especially not willingly.

“I’m afraid you’ve been misinformed, Miss Weir.” I thought this the best approach to take. “I don’t do work outside this city, and I definitely have no lasting interest in Atlantis. I’m sorry you had to come all this way.”

I stood before she had a chance to respond and made my way around the desk to show her to the door. It wasn’t often I crossed paths with a woman like her, and I was willing to extend rarely used manners a moment longer for that reason alone.

I was surprised when she chose to remain in her seat. She was placing more folders on my desk. “Look, Mr. Sheppard, let me cut to the chase. I was told you were the best, if not the only person who could fill both of these roles. I did not come this far for you to decline my offer right out.”

The flash of fire in her eyes was horribly attractive. She continued. “I was informed of the situation with Lieutenant Ford. There have been recent developments in his case that may be of interest to you. Now, if you please, I’d like to discuss the terms.”

She was proving to be a whole package of a woman, and right then I knew I was going to be in trouble.

I returned to my desk and reached into a drawer for two glasses and a bottle of Scotch. She said nothing as I poured us each a generous splash. “We might as well enjoy ourselves,” I said as I handed her a glass.

She raised it slightly in toast. “To finding my people.”

“To dangerous times,” I said in all seriousness.

She studied me for a time, unreadable thoughts passing behind her lovely green eyes, and then she nodded. “Now, Mr. Sheppard, to the order of business.”



18 whispers :: tell me a secret
mspooh From: mspooh Date: July 19th, 2006 02:40 am (UTC) (Link)


Damn power outages!

*hearts Detective!Sparky*
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 20th, 2006 11:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hee. Happy Birthday hon!
nikej From: nikej Date: July 19th, 2006 02:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
*Flails* OMG this is awesome! You have that wonderful 'detective-fiction' voice down...It began with a body, a beauty of a brunette with a studied walk that meant money. *dies* And I'm intrigued! I love it! :D :D

(P.S. I also realise belatedly that in my current RL job chaosness I am horribly late in wishing you a Happy Birthday, but I shall do so anyway!)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 20th, 2006 11:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ha, thank you! I've been reading a lot of Chandler. ;)

(And eee! Danka. *grins*)
angelqueen04 From: angelqueen04 Date: July 19th, 2006 10:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
*squeaks* OO! Awesome beginning! :D Detective Shep! *drools* Gorgeous Lizzie! *iz ded*

phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 20th, 2006 11:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
I just love them in this universe... fedoras and rain and high contrast. ;)

And thanks!
aoihikari From: aoihikari Date: July 20th, 2006 02:35 am (UTC) (Link)
detecive!noir atlantified! nice!

i love how you started this! a very interesting way of reinterpreting the pliot. John seems so smitten already, so cute!

are there plans for more? *hints, pleads, begs* :D

just wow! have i ever told you i <3 your fics? inbetween <3ing you for giving me my atlantis fix every six weeks, speaking of which... :P
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 20th, 2006 11:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
a very interesting way of reinterpreting the pliot.

Thanks! I didn't mean for it to start there, but I couldn't resist skipping the first meeting between the two.

are there plans for more?

Hehehe, most definitely. I've got everything but the actual murder/mystery part worked out. D'oh!

giving me my atlantis fix every six weeks, speaking of which... :P

I got you covered. ;)
From: (Anonymous) Date: July 21st, 2006 01:39 pm (UTC) (Link)


Great job....loved the era! Old fashioned Romance......*sigh*......

Happy Posting
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 21st, 2006 05:08 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: story

Heh, I love them in this look, too. Thanks for the comments. :)
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phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 25th, 2006 08:41 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Love love love!

Thanks! I've plans for more, although it's a bit overshadowed at the moment by an rpf idea that's floating around. ;)
johnsheppardluv From: johnsheppardluv Date: July 25th, 2006 05:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Well, dude, I definitely loved this! From the descriptions to the voices & setting & humor, you've nailed this noir AU & it totally rox!!! :) You better continue this tho. Or else! ;) lol ~a fellow Sparky-er, Sharma ;)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 25th, 2006 08:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
*grins* Thanks for the comments. I'm glad you liked it! And there will definitely be more. :)
johnsheppardluv From: johnsheppardluv Date: July 26th, 2006 05:56 am (UTC) (Link)
*friends you out of luuuuuv* (Sparky Luv that is.) lol ;)

~Sharma :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: July 26th, 2006 06:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ha! Yay! *returns the friending* :)
johnsheppardluv From: johnsheppardluv Date: July 26th, 2006 06:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
YAY-ERS! :) I gots me a new FRIIIEEEENNNDDDD. :) ~Sharma
agentcat47 From: agentcat47 Date: August 8th, 2006 04:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Oooh, wow! I am intrigued. But, I'm sort of confused... is it supposed to be an AU of about now, or during the Stargate Altantis real time, or is it supposed to be set in the 40s or 50s or whatever was the sort-of-Film-Noir era? Please post more though!! I cannot wait.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: August 24th, 2006 08:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sorry it took me so long to reply to this!

I'm putting this fic in a mix of times. Imagery and style wise, it should look/sound like the classic film noir of the 40s/50s. However, I'm adding elements of present Atlantis time to it... like the P90 and their earpieces and Elizabeth's PDA... mostly because I want this Atlantis to feel a bit out of place (a bit alien, a bit futuristic). :)

Thanks for your comments, hon! I hope to get back to this after I finish that damn rpf. ;)
18 whispers :: tell me a secret