Birthday Crackfic for Izh!
It appears to be izhilzha's birthday. I cannot give her coffee or chocolate from this far away, so a post with her favorite icon and some half-baked Stargate drabbleness with silly alternate universes and flagrantly non-canon abuse of the Quantum Mirror will have to suffice.
Just remember, I'm not yet fully recovered from the wedding weekend, and my brain is only functioning at about 50% right now, so if this is all much too silly* and dashed-off to be of any use, it can't be held against me.
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EVERYBODY SECRETLY WISHES THEY WERE A ROCK STAR
"I'm a rock star in this reality?" Colonel O'Neill gives a bemused smile, but Sam can tell by his voice that he's downright tickled by this discovery.
This reality's Samantha Carter (wearing silver eagles, Sam notices) nods, looking amused. "A big one, actually. I took Teal'c to one of your--" she laughs, "his concerts two or three years ago, when the band was on tour."
Alternate Teal'c, looming behind Alternate Carter, nods gravely. "I was most grateful to have the opportunity to attend a 'rock concert'. The experience was most enjoyable, despite the inadvisable volume of the performance."
"Well, what's a concert that doesn't result in temporary partial deafness, eh?" the Colonel's grin suggests that he is highly diverted by this topic of conversation. "So, how many of my records have gone platinum?"
"Two, plus four gold," Alternate Carter responds immediately and then gives them all a grin that Sam can only describe as slightly abashed. "I was a member of the official fan club as a kid," she admits with a chagrined shrug. "You were kind of a teen heartthrob back in the day."
"Was I?" The Colonel is bouncing on his heels at this point. He favors his team with a smirk that is swiftly departing "self satisfied" and making its approach on "insufferable".
"Am I to understand that the O'Neill of this reality was at one time connected in some way with the cardio-vascular functions of adolescent females?" Sam's Teal'c includes both Alternate Carter and Alternate Teal'c in the raised eyebrow that accompanies his question.
"Metaphorically speaking, only," Alternate Teal'c replies. "The Jack O'Neill of this world was considered by many young females of the time to be a highly desirable romantic and sexual prospect." Sam is almost certain Alternate Carter blushes just a little at this, full bird colonel or not. Colonel O'Neill simply continues to preen.
"There will be absolutely no living with him after this," Daniel says softly, making Sam smile. She can hear the eye-roll in his voice as he adds, in a louder voice, "Jack, shouldn't we be going?"
"Oh, before you go," Alternate Carter suddenly grins widely at Colonel O'Neill, "Could I introduce you to the rest of my team? My second and my socio-linguistic expert are both huge fans, they'll never speak to me again if they find out that you led an alternate SG-1 through the mirror and I didn't call them."
"Sure," the Colonel's smile is positively magnanimous. "Tell them to bring something for me to sign, while they're at it."
"Oh, brother," Sam can't quite contain a small chuckle, which the Colonel chooses to ignore.
"Please tell me I'm not some ravening follower of Jack O'Neill, Eighties Rock God in this or any other universe," Daniel's murmur is so plaintive that Sam's chuckle threatens to blossom into a full-blown laugh. She bites her lip and reminds herself sternly that it is unbecoming to burst into giggles right in front of one's alternate-reality double, especially when said double soundly outranks one's self.
Alternate Carter turns to Alternate Teal'c and says "Go find Mitchell and Jonas, I think they're in the commissary. And tell Mitchell to bring up that Norwegian Blues original that I got him. Don't tell them why, I want to see their eyes pop out of their heads when they walk in here." She's almost giggling herself as Alternate Teal'c departs. She turns back to the Colonel, grinning with anticipation. "This is great. Mitchell saw the band perform once back in the eighties, but he never got a chance to get an autograph, and Jonas only came to Earth a year ago, so neither of them ever really had a chance of getting to meet our Jack O'Neill."
"Tough guy to get close to, eh?" Colonel O'Neill says with great satisfaction. "Still that popular after all these years?"
"Oh, well, yes," Alternate Carter's smile falters just a fraction, and she adds "Of course there's also the fact that he died last year. Drug overdose."
The Colonel deflates a bit at this, then shrugges and says philosophically "Well, it was good enough for Elvis."
*I'm the Senior Officer here and I haven't had a funny line yet!
Just remember, I'm not yet fully recovered from the wedding weekend, and my brain is only functioning at about 50% right now, so if this is all much too silly* and dashed-off to be of any use, it can't be held against me.
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EVERYBODY SECRETLY WISHES THEY WERE A ROCK STAR
"I'm a rock star in this reality?" Colonel O'Neill gives a bemused smile, but Sam can tell by his voice that he's downright tickled by this discovery.
This reality's Samantha Carter (wearing silver eagles, Sam notices) nods, looking amused. "A big one, actually. I took Teal'c to one of your--" she laughs, "his concerts two or three years ago, when the band was on tour."
Alternate Teal'c, looming behind Alternate Carter, nods gravely. "I was most grateful to have the opportunity to attend a 'rock concert'. The experience was most enjoyable, despite the inadvisable volume of the performance."
"Well, what's a concert that doesn't result in temporary partial deafness, eh?" the Colonel's grin suggests that he is highly diverted by this topic of conversation. "So, how many of my records have gone platinum?"
"Two, plus four gold," Alternate Carter responds immediately and then gives them all a grin that Sam can only describe as slightly abashed. "I was a member of the official fan club as a kid," she admits with a chagrined shrug. "You were kind of a teen heartthrob back in the day."
"Was I?" The Colonel is bouncing on his heels at this point. He favors his team with a smirk that is swiftly departing "self satisfied" and making its approach on "insufferable".
"Am I to understand that the O'Neill of this reality was at one time connected in some way with the cardio-vascular functions of adolescent females?" Sam's Teal'c includes both Alternate Carter and Alternate Teal'c in the raised eyebrow that accompanies his question.
"Metaphorically speaking, only," Alternate Teal'c replies. "The Jack O'Neill of this world was considered by many young females of the time to be a highly desirable romantic and sexual prospect." Sam is almost certain Alternate Carter blushes just a little at this, full bird colonel or not. Colonel O'Neill simply continues to preen.
"There will be absolutely no living with him after this," Daniel says softly, making Sam smile. She can hear the eye-roll in his voice as he adds, in a louder voice, "Jack, shouldn't we be going?"
"Oh, before you go," Alternate Carter suddenly grins widely at Colonel O'Neill, "Could I introduce you to the rest of my team? My second and my socio-linguistic expert are both huge fans, they'll never speak to me again if they find out that you led an alternate SG-1 through the mirror and I didn't call them."
"Sure," the Colonel's smile is positively magnanimous. "Tell them to bring something for me to sign, while they're at it."
"Oh, brother," Sam can't quite contain a small chuckle, which the Colonel chooses to ignore.
"Please tell me I'm not some ravening follower of Jack O'Neill, Eighties Rock God in this or any other universe," Daniel's murmur is so plaintive that Sam's chuckle threatens to blossom into a full-blown laugh. She bites her lip and reminds herself sternly that it is unbecoming to burst into giggles right in front of one's alternate-reality double, especially when said double soundly outranks one's self.
Alternate Carter turns to Alternate Teal'c and says "Go find Mitchell and Jonas, I think they're in the commissary. And tell Mitchell to bring up that Norwegian Blues original that I got him. Don't tell them why, I want to see their eyes pop out of their heads when they walk in here." She's almost giggling herself as Alternate Teal'c departs. She turns back to the Colonel, grinning with anticipation. "This is great. Mitchell saw the band perform once back in the eighties, but he never got a chance to get an autograph, and Jonas only came to Earth a year ago, so neither of them ever really had a chance of getting to meet our Jack O'Neill."
"Tough guy to get close to, eh?" Colonel O'Neill says with great satisfaction. "Still that popular after all these years?"
"Oh, well, yes," Alternate Carter's smile falters just a fraction, and she adds "Of course there's also the fact that he died last year. Drug overdose."
The Colonel deflates a bit at this, then shrugges and says philosophically "Well, it was good enough for Elvis."
*I'm the Senior Officer here and I haven't had a funny line yet!