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Prompt: Caring
Crossover: The Dresden Files and Stargate Atlantis
Harry hadn’t felt much tenderness in his life, past his dimly remembered time before his father died. Justin DuMorne had greatly enjoyed the power he held over his so-called apprentices and didn’t make any sort of attempt to hide that fact. He’d been genuinely in love with Elaine at the time, but they were both idiot teenagers and neither one had a clue about how to be gentle or tender.
After Justin had burned and he’d gone to Ebeneazer, he’d learned to respect the older wizard but he was well aware even then that the old wizard was doing his best to teach a potential weapon some form of morality. It didn’t leave a lot of time for kindness. And after that he was an adult, and no one outside of potential romantic partners was going to even bother.
He’d very slowly built up a network of people who cared about him over the years; Michael Carpenter, for example, who could read him as easily as a traffic sign. Karrin Murphy and his brother Thomas were high up on the list as well.
It would be nice if he had any of them right now. And possibly that he had a sword on hand, because these things were shrugging off his force blasts like they were nothing. Harry had fallen out of the NeverNever into a place he’d never been before, his magic absolutely did not feel right, and he’d stumbled into some sort of attack on what looked to be the local humans by a group of beings that looked like Vampires crossed with some type of insect. Harry had objected to this event, the beings had objected to his objection, and now he was in a fight in an area that wasn’t friendly to his favorite weapon. Fire would probably work a treat, but there were too many vulnerable civilians and not enough open space.
He was going to need to be creative, but he’d never been subtle and this hardly seemed like the time to start.
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John wasn’t sure what to think about the man that they’d picked up on a deserted planet. There had been a small pile of Wraith corpses, the feeding hand on each of them burned off to a cauterized stump. The beheading seemed to be an afterthought, and John wondered if the Wraith’s ability to regenerate would have been enough to make the man take that step. John had no idea how the man had done it, since his only weapon seemed to be a walking stick. Never mind that he was taller than Ronon, he was built like a fireman’s pole and shouldn’t have had the upper body strength to do anything against a Wraith without a weapon backing him up.
The man claimed to be from Earth (specifically Chicago) and had enough pop culture knowledge for that to be true. He was incredibly vague about how he’d ended up in the Pegasus galaxy and initially unbelieving that he was even in Pegasus, though this planet had three moons and that had convinced him eventually.
Then he followed them through the gate and promptly convulsed on the Atlantis side.
If nothing else, the call back home should be interesting.