Stubborn Sickie VS Annoyed Babysitter
Daniel: [irritable] I don't need a babysitter! I can handle a little time on the... [suddenly stops] Oh crap, hold o-
[the lovely wet sound of someone barfing into a bucket. For a solid minute]
[after throwing up subsides, a long silence]
Ziva: [loud sigh] This just proves my point.
Daniel: [voice is NOTICEABLY rough now. And mildly disgruntled] ..... ( Read more... )
[the lovely wet sound of someone barfing into a bucket. For a solid minute]
[after throwing up subsides, a long silence]
Ziva: [loud sigh] This just proves my point.
Daniel: [voice is NOTICEABLY rough now. And mildly disgruntled] ..... ( Read more... )
Oh, I'm a daaangerous criminal where I come from. Of course, that perspective depends on whether you're a human, or an evil alien overlord who's a little too comfortable being the enslaver of millions of humans. Our friendly neighborhood goa'uld didn't much like how much trouble my team was causing for them out there. As they don't exactly have galactical wanted posters, though, so we didn't find out until one of them...well, caught us. (Honestly, I still don't know what they wanted for me; the jerk said the bounty on my head was worth maybe a good meal until right before he left when he said something different, so I don't even know. That was kind of annoying, for some reason.)
To be fair, we only any of us got caught by actual bounty hunters twice. (That doesn't include the innumerable number of times the goa'uld caught us themselves.) First time would've been the last if Sam wasn't really good at appealing to the good in a person, and the second was thanks to some fancy hologram technology.
...Word of advice. When a random girl in the library starts hitting on you way stronger than is normal, there's a good chance she's after something else. In my case it was my skin.
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