#bucktommy goes to the pegasus galaxy fic

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Some Sentences Sunday

It��s only Sunday for the next 10 minutes here and winter finally hit this weekend so I’m working from home tomorrow and I’m both happy that I’m transitioning into a more hybrid schedule with my job this year and freaking out about it at the same time? My brain is all over the place. 😩 I have been trying to write and nothing is working at the moment so I’ve been mostly editing, adding bits to make the stargate stuff easier to understand and making a character board on procreate so that it is still on my brain even if I’m stuck at the moment. Thank you to @chococara25 who tagged me 🥰

“Oh hey, that’s what it was! Is that one yours?” Buck asked with a giant grin, pointing to the LSD that Lorne had just removed from his pocket to hand to him.

“What?”

“What?!”

“The fuck?”

Buck startles and looks around the room, eyes wide, as multiple people shout at once. He rolled his shoulders forward, ducked his head, and shrugged. “It sounds the same. Are there more?” Buck forgets that he was uncomfortable and the questions continue almost faster than they can keep up, practically vibrating in his seat. “Do they all feel the same? What is it? Is it an alien intelligence of some kind? How can I hear it? That’s been bugging me for like 10 years now,” Buck sucks in a breath, but before he can open his mouth to ask another question, Carter butts in.

“How did you recognise what Lorne was going to hand to you?” Buck’s face blushes scarlet, “Uh, well, I met Dave and Lorne in Peru about ten years ago and every time Lorne got within three feet of me, I could sort of hear someone that wanted to be picked up, but there was nothing there. I didn’t want to look like a crazy person, so I tried to look around without making it obvious. Then I realized if I stayed in the same place, but Lorne moved, I stopped hearing it. Then it kept trying to give me instructions on pickpocketing. For all I knew, it was some weird rock you picked up on your trip or was some new technology that was heavily classified and I didn’t really know how to ‘talk’ back to it without doing it out loud, so I figured it would be one of those mysteries you never solve, you know?”

No pressure tags for posting this week @sunsetandevningstar @a-simple-space-gay @a-mel0n @lavenderleahy @quintessenceofdust88 @exhaustedpirate

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First Words of 2025

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Another part of my bucktommy go to the Pegasus Galaxy fic, bringing in some Stargate: Atlantis characters this time. You don’t have to know anything about Stargate to follow along, though. Buck goes to see Karen for advice and that’s where we’re at now.

“Do you know anything about the facility in Cheyenne Mountain?” Buck asked while trying to will her to realize that he knows something.

Karen looks over Buck’s shoulder for a moment, several emotions flitting across her face until it settles on mild interest.

“Isn’t that where NORAD is located? Something about space telemetry?”

Buck sits back with a sigh, “Right, yeah. Maybe we should start with how I met David Parrish and Evan Lorne in Peru.” Karen’s face fights to stay at polite interest and she gestures for Buck to continue. “Uhm. I was in Peru for about a year all together and it was at the end of that first summer when I was bartending in one of the beach tourist spots when one day these two guys came in. And although they dressed just like the rest of the tourists, they carried themselves differently. More alert, aware of everything and everyone around them. The slightly shorter, stocky guy was pretty intense. He didn’t talk much but smiled warmly while the other guy, David the botanist, talked my ear off about plant life in different climates and how to reliably transport plants from different biomes to greenhouses in climates most plants would never grow. That’s when the US Air Force came up and that they were both stationed out of McMurdo.” Karen’s jaw dropped and Buck pointed a finger at her, “Right?! So, now I’m interested. Most people wouldn’t even think anything of it but I did a deep dive on remote US military bases when I was in Seal training and I knew he was talking about Antarctica. Next thing I know, I’m sucked into a fierce discussion about plant life in Antarctica and the various species of penguins found there. We ended up closing down the bar talking all while Lorne guarded David’s back and sipped at a couple of beers. Occasionally, I would catch him looking at David with this indulgent smile on his face. That’s when I realized that they were together. That they weren’t just two coworkers traveling together, but lovers that worked together. They were so in sync with each other I don’t know how I missed it at first. I wanted that, so much, but I don’t think I realized what it was I was feeling back then. I just thought, ‘Wow, these guys are so cool!’ When I caught Tommy looking at me with that same indulgent, sappy, smile on his face, that’s when I knew he was it for me. I had found what I didn’t even know I had been looking for.” Buck chuckled and raised watery eyes from this focused attention on his trembling hands clasped in his lap.

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Several Sentence Sunday

I tend to write run on sentences so there’s nineish but is there? 🤷‍♀️ Not tagging this time so anyone who has something they want to throw at the wall to see what sticks is welcome to!

Tommy was running through his preflight checks when he flinched reaching for the clipboard. Pathetic. Multiple memories of Evan grinning mischievously with a clipboard in hand ran through his mind. He shakes his head sharply and stuffed the thoughts and pain back in the steel chest in the back of his brain. He was here to work where no one knew him, where he could just breathe without someone tiptoeing around his feelings, and where he could hopefully learn how to let go of the pain of his imploded relationship. Maybe if he hadn’t done the imploding himself, it would be easier but of course he panicked and the next thing he knew, he was walking out of Evan’s loft having destroyed everything. Before Evan could ruin him. Jokes on Tommy though, turns out he can ruin himself without any help. With a deep breath, Tommy shoves the self-loathing aside and returns to his checklist with a huff.

He was running the last checks when he heard the crunch of boots on the frosted pavement, the general was right on time.