Balancing Act part one of seven an Anita Blake/Stargate SG-1 crossoverby MhalachaiDisclaimer
: Laurell K. Hamilton owns all things Anita Blake. MGM/UA, Gekko Productions et al. own all things Stargate SG-1. I am but borrowing the characters for a brief time and shall return them intact at the end.Summary
: After being "asked" to change schools, 16-year-old Jack O'Neill moves to St. Louis. His new school looks as if it might be better than the last; the teachers seem halfway decent. And yet, there's something sort of odd about his new science teacher, Richard Zeeman...Timeline:
After Season 7 "Fragile Balance" for SG1 (the mini-Jack episode) and after Incubus Dreams
for Anita Blake.Rating
Yes, I know that Richard Zeeman teaches junior high science. Let's pretend he got transferred to a high school. We all know they're starving for science teachers. ( Some Stargate SG-1 background for those of you who don't know the show )~~*~~
Jack tried the combination again. Nothing. The locker wouldn't open. Slamming his palm against the metal didn't work, either.
"For crying out loud," he muttered, leaning his shoulder against the wall and wishing he didn't have to be
here. Math class had been bad enough. A whole pack of strange kids, being the new guy to the school midway through November, in St. Louis nonetheless. Add to that a math teacher who seemed to be freaked out by the idea that Jack had been kicked out of his last school for fighting, and it was just a great day.
Not "Anubis is going to end the world" great, but close.
The bell rang, and the straggling kids in the halls began to run. Jack looked down at his new schedule, half-tempted to just bail on this whole school thing. Go out, get a job somewhere sweeping floors.
Although, if he did that, then he'd really
never understand what Carter was talking about.
"Hi ho, to science class I go," Jack said under his breath as he hiked his overburdened backpack up higher on his shoulder, and set off for class.~~*~~
Jack winced, almost out the door after class. I'd have made it, too, if it wasn't for those meddling kids.
"Sir?" he said warily, turning back to the teacher.
The man, as tall as Teal'c and almost as big, leaned on the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest, and smiled. "Call me Mr. Zeeman," he said.( read on... )