Ack!
Quick - I'm really stressed out and drinking delicious vodka to compensate! Now is the time to prompt me with those cracky ficlet prompts you've always wanted me to write never wanted me to write. Quick! Before the vodka metabolizes.
EDIT: SG-1, Cameron & Daniel role-playing in a sexual harassment seminar for oxoniensis
SGA/NCIS crossover, Gibbs/Alien ship ( Read more... )
EDIT: SG-1, Cameron & Daniel role-playing in a sexual harassment seminar for oxoniensis
SGA/NCIS crossover, Gibbs/Alien ship ( Read more... )
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'Sexual harassment,' the sign across the whiteboard read, 'it's not just for kids anymore'.
Cameron had read and re-read it, and he still didn't get it. "Uhm. Does that sign make any kind of sense to anyone?"
"It does not," Teal'c answered. "I believe that the organizers of this session are 'doing it wrong'."
"You can never do sexual harassment wrong," a woman said, as she cheerfully bounced into the room. "And by that, of course, I mean sexual harassment awareness. Teal'c, right?"
"Yes."
"Cameron, Daniel, Vala and Samantha?" She looked at each of them in turn, and Cameron felt himself reluctantly nodding. She beamed in response.
Cameron momentarily wished for a beam to take him away. Anywhere.
"This session," the woman - Jinipher, her name tag read, "is all about role playing, bad touching, and inappropriate conduct with your co-workers."
"Sounds like my kind of --" Vala started, before Jinipher cut her off with a glaring smile of death.
"I'm going to need volunteers." Jinipher was already pointing at Cameron, and then Daniel, and there was something distressingly predatory in her firm, professional smile.
Ten minutes later, with one hand on Daniel's ass, and the other in a place he'd never wanted it to be, it occurred to him that something wasn't quite right. "Hey," he said, interrupting Jinipher's explanation of how this was inappropriate, bad touching, and potentially emotionally traumatizing for Daniel - and honestly, Cameron didn't think he was that horrific - "who did you say sent you?" They'd all received the memo, but...
She turned towards them so fast Cameron felt almost dizzy. At least, that's what he was telling himself. The dizziness had nothing to do with the placement of his hands.
"An excellent question, Cameron Mitchell," she said, pulling a small device out her jacket pocket.
Oh, hell.
Her eyes flashed gold.
"Teal'c --" he started, only to be momentarily blinded by a a bright light.
By the time he could see again - dark spots notwithstanding, she was gone.
"What the --" he pulled his hands away, very, very far away, and bit down on the urge to yell for sanitizer. "Did she just take a photograph?
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You really do bring the best crack!
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Seriously! I mean - what's a little fun and potential blackmail material?
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