'morning - Have an Apocalypse!

I seem to be trolling Comment fic a bit lately. Today's theme is the apocalypse, and if you you know me at all, you know that was gonna be hard for me to resist!

ami_ven asked for Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, they were off-world when it happened.

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It had taken them 5 weeks to find a way to reach the Alpha site and, now that they'd made it, Sam wished they hadn't.

It was too late for that, of course, too late to un-see the hastily strewn crates of counteragent, the biohazard symbol glaring up at her from every flat surface, warnings in every language Daniel knew - knows - plastered to every side of every crate, loose pamphlets fluttering in the wind.

It was too late to unsee the ruins of the gate, too late to unknow those last frantic hours on the other side, the mad scramble for evacuation turning to despair and containment and destruction.

She knew she'd never be able to unhear the General's wail, his broken sobs, or to unfeel the hot flow of his tears as they soaked through to her skin, or the desperate press of his face into her belly and the spastic clutch of his hands on her thighs...

Sam cradled Jack's head in her hands, her fingers carding firmly through his hair. She turned her face away from the rubble of the gate, down the trail toward the alpha site and into the wind.

Eventually, it would dry her tears.

One more apocalypse, just to round out your day

::shoots more commentfic into the abyss:: (And no, I have no idea where it's all coming from. I've added more than thousand words to Winsync in the last couple of days too.)

summerofsoaps asked for BtVS/AtS, Angelus, the apocalypse is never as great as you expect it to be

Zombies, Angelus muttered to himself, were supposed to be fun. He had that on good authority.

He watched them lumber around the quad, their movements slow and clumsy. Stupid. It made absolutely no sense that they kept catching students to feast on, but catch them they did.

A fine mist of gray matter swirled in his nose like heavy fog. Blood and viscera covered the cobblestones. Angelus felt a twist of homesickness in his gut and tried to welcome it, but the damn zombies were determined to ruin that too, vapid beasts hunched over everywhere he could see, whining about brains-this and brains-that.

He tore the head off one when it bumped into him, not giving a fuck that they were supposed to be on the same side.

Hell, I brought them into the world, I can damn well take 'em out. The thought made him giggle, and he stalked across the quad toward the science department, humming jauntily and ripping heads off all along the way.

A feral grin flashed across Angelus' face, frightening a student as she ran past, if not the idiotic zombies she fled from. Plans change; his partners in the Watcher's Council would just have to understand that.

Maybe he could find a way to make zombies fun after all.