Fic | Alien Diplomacy | Sam/Baal [FRC]
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Characters: Baal, Sam Carter
Pairing: Sam/Baal
Written for: stargateland's "Aliens made them do it" challenge
Rating: FRC (c for crack!)
Word Count: 312
Summary: Sam really didn’t know how Baal kept getting into these situations.
Sam really didn’t know how Baal kept getting into these situations. She certainly hadn’t a clue as to why she always ended up as the one dragging his ass out of whatever danger he’d managed to find.
“That way,” she said, and shoved him towards the exit. He stumbled over his own feet and then giggled. “Oh for... seriously? How do you always find trouble?”
“S’a talent.” He swayed slightly. “M’very good at it.”
“I’d noticed.” Grabbing his arm, she steered him outside, the raucous sounds of the… party trailing after them. She checked their six, ensuring none of the revellers were making any more of an issue about his removal. It would seem he’d been fairly popular. “Only you would get lured into a damn orgy.”
Baal grinned, eyes bright. “It was fun. I miss fun.”
“You mean, you miss trying to subjugate the galaxy and blowing things up?”
“Yes!” He pointed at her. “That exactly. We should ‘solutely blow somesing up. S’necessary.”
“No, it’s not. What is necessary is you get your ass to the ‘Gate before I take exception to finding you half naked with a dozen nubile young ladies.”
He looked vaguely contrite. “Wasn’t like I meant to. S’your fault for going on about being diplomic.”
“Diplomatic,” she corrected distractedly. “And that wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”
“They offered me a drink! Would have been rude to refuse, donchyaknow.” His expression was outraged. “I was taken a’vantage of. They made me.”
“Uh huh. Twelve gorgeous blondes in very little attire made you get naked and… do whatever it was you were doing.” He opened his mouth and she held up a hand. “I do not want to know!”
Baal folded arms across his bare - and oiled - chest. “S’fine by me.” He gave her a smirking glance. “I could show you instead.”
Sam just dialled the ‘Gate.
Characters: Baal, Sam Carter
Pairing: Sam/Baal
Written for: stargateland's "Aliens made them do it" challenge
Rating: FRC (c for crack!)
Word Count: 312
Summary: Sam really didn’t know how Baal kept getting into these situations.
Sam really didn’t know how Baal kept getting into these situations. She certainly hadn’t a clue as to why she always ended up as the one dragging his ass out of whatever danger he’d managed to find.
“That way,” she said, and shoved him towards the exit. He stumbled over his own feet and then giggled. “Oh for... seriously? How do you always find trouble?”
“S’a talent.” He swayed slightly. “M’very good at it.”
“I’d noticed.” Grabbing his arm, she steered him outside, the raucous sounds of the… party trailing after them. She checked their six, ensuring none of the revellers were making any more of an issue about his removal. It would seem he’d been fairly popular. “Only you would get lured into a damn orgy.”
Baal grinned, eyes bright. “It was fun. I miss fun.”
“You mean, you miss trying to subjugate the galaxy and blowing things up?”
“Yes!” He pointed at her. “That exactly. We should ‘solutely blow somesing up. S’necessary.”
“No, it’s not. What is necessary is you get your ass to the ‘Gate before I take exception to finding you half naked with a dozen nubile young ladies.”
He looked vaguely contrite. “Wasn’t like I meant to. S’your fault for going on about being diplomic.”
“Diplomatic,” she corrected distractedly. “And that wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”
“They offered me a drink! Would have been rude to refuse, donchyaknow.” His expression was outraged. “I was taken a’vantage of. They made me.”
“Uh huh. Twelve gorgeous blondes in very little attire made you get naked and… do whatever it was you were doing.” He opened his mouth and she held up a hand. “I do not want to know!”
Baal folded arms across his bare - and oiled - chest. “S’fine by me.” He gave her a smirking glance. “I could show you instead.”
Sam just dialled the ‘Gate.