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ANOTHER Sunny challenge/SG-15 fic
Challenge: To use the line "The closet's full, John!", Stargate Universe.
Title: What Did You Expect? (part 3)
Author: bugchicklv
Etc: SG-15 (AU) plus SG-1 (I love the team interaction!). No word limit given, so it is also a bit longer. Slash (m/m pairing) implied and referred to. unBETAed, again. *sigh*
McKay and Sheppard finished straightening and cleaning Dixon's garage so that they had room to set up the poker table.
"Here," Sheppard said as he tried to hand Rodney yet another gigantic and heavy power tool.
"The closet's full, John," Rodney complained. "I don't think anything else will fit in there."
Just then, Dixon entered carrying a huge cooler. "There'd be more room if you two'd come out," he snickered.
"While I do not care who knows, nor what they might think of, my sexual orientation, John is very serious about his career. And, I might add, as long as the policy is 'Don't ask; don't tell,' we won't be telling."
John chuckled, "Well, it is a career. I am not always so sure about the 'serious' part."
"Yes, well, anyway...you are certainly not one to talk, Colonel," McKay countered.
"See, that's the difference between you and me: I ain't...fairy. Me? I am a sexual opportunist. My plough ain't too picky 'bout where it's worked, 'cept the field's gotta be pretty...if ya know what I mean," he said with a leer at Sam and another waggle of his brows. "So, bar is open. I got 3 kinds of beers here...and some o' them fruity things for the girls."
Carolyn gave him an odd look as both she and Sam bent down to pick up cans of beer.
"Speak for yourself, Sir," said Sam as she flicked out her switchblade, stabbed the side of the can, put it to her mouth, popped the top and shotgunned it in less than 3 seconds flat. She belched loudly when she finished.
Dixon nodded and smiled appreciatively.
Rodney peered into the cooler. "Did you get any of the apple ones? You know I like those," he whined.
"Hey, get me a watermelon one," yelled John from across the garage.
"See? For the girls," Dixon smirked.
"Ha ha, Sir," came Sheppard's reply. "Has anybody seen Jackson?" he asked.
Teal'c emerged from the kitchen where he had just finished the dishes. "Indeed, I nave not. I do not believe I saw him in the dining room as well."
"Nor the Master Bedroom," offered Martouf.
*eyebrow*
"...at least...not...earlier. I could always go look again of course," Martouf sputtered as he hurried away blushing.
Dixon's beer hid his grin.
Sam glared at the Colonel. "You are lucky that I like you, SIR."
"What, you jealous? Have at him Sammikins. I think the snake prefers you anyway."
"Lantash and I...we have...a history," she said defensively and shotgunned another beer.
"Ah, yes. I do believe I read that mission report after I noticed an anomoly during your last physical," commented Carolyn, who also finished her beer.
"You know, you could always join us next time. Satisfy all interested parties," Dixon suggested.
"In your dreams, Sir."
"Yep. A couple of 'em," he replied and loosed an emormous belch. It was Sam's turn to nod and smile appreciatively at the outburst.
No one seemed to acknowledge Teal'c's "He is not the only one to fantasize such." Most likely all were in shock, and didn't KNOW what to say.
So, like Martouf, Sam blushed and muttered: "I think I'll go help Martouf look for Daniel," as she hurried into the house.
Carolyn moved a little closer to Teal'c as she chugged another beer and then stated, "It appears that Colonel Mitchell is also unaccounted for."
*appreciative eyebrow* Then he handed her yet another beer and answered, "Indeed."
"Really?" John asked as he perked up and looked significantly at Rodney.
Sam and Martouf re-entered the garage.
"No sign of him anywhere in the house," she offered. I also tried his cell phone. No answer and I didn't hear it ring."
Martouf chimed in with: "His automobile is still parked out front. I do not believe that he has departed."
Dixon chuckled at the "departed".
As if on the same wavelength as the Colonel, Carolyn commented, "Well, at least he is not injured or dead, else I would have gotten a call."
"You sure about that?" He asked snidely. "What's he up to now...5?"
"6," Sam replied. "I think. I killed him last time," she ended perkily.
Carolyn choked on her beer. Teal'c thoughtfully pounded on her back.
"Well, not ME per se. RepliCarter did," she amended.
"Oh, Ok then. Well, are there any secret rooms that we don't know about, Colonel?" Carolyn asked jokingly.
"Only secret room he's likely to have would probably be furnished singularly with an enormous bed and have various whips, chains, handcuffs and other bondage paraphenalia," McKay smirked snidely.
"Ain't there," Dixon muttered behind his beer.
The way that everyone's neck snapped as they turned to look at him would most likely keep Dr. Lam busy with whiplash treatments for a month.
Dixon finished his beer, belched loudly again and rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on! Don't look so surprised...it's me! OF COURSE I would have a room like that. It just ain't in the house. But they...HE...ain't there. And I've got the only key."
Snickering at the faux pas, John asked, "Are we going to play or what?"
"Yep. Ante up people. Texas Hold'em," Dixon called as he dealt the hands.
"Sooooo," Sam purred, sliding closer to him--beer and knife in hand. "Tell me more about this room..."
Title: What Did You Expect? (part 3)
Author: bugchicklv
Etc: SG-15 (AU) plus SG-1 (I love the team interaction!). No word limit given, so it is also a bit longer. Slash (m/m pairing) implied and referred to. unBETAed, again. *sigh*
McKay and Sheppard finished straightening and cleaning Dixon's garage so that they had room to set up the poker table.
"Here," Sheppard said as he tried to hand Rodney yet another gigantic and heavy power tool.
"The closet's full, John," Rodney complained. "I don't think anything else will fit in there."
Just then, Dixon entered carrying a huge cooler. "There'd be more room if you two'd come out," he snickered.
"While I do not care who knows, nor what they might think of, my sexual orientation, John is very serious about his career. And, I might add, as long as the policy is 'Don't ask; don't tell,' we won't be telling."
John chuckled, "Well, it is a career. I am not always so sure about the 'serious' part."
"Yes, well, anyway...you are certainly not one to talk, Colonel," McKay countered.
"See, that's the difference between you and me: I ain't...fairy. Me? I am a sexual opportunist. My plough ain't too picky 'bout where it's worked, 'cept the field's gotta be pretty...if ya know what I mean," he said with a leer at Sam and another waggle of his brows. "So, bar is open. I got 3 kinds of beers here...and some o' them fruity things for the girls."
Carolyn gave him an odd look as both she and Sam bent down to pick up cans of beer.
"Speak for yourself, Sir," said Sam as she flicked out her switchblade, stabbed the side of the can, put it to her mouth, popped the top and shotgunned it in less than 3 seconds flat. She belched loudly when she finished.
Dixon nodded and smiled appreciatively.
Rodney peered into the cooler. "Did you get any of the apple ones? You know I like those," he whined.
"Hey, get me a watermelon one," yelled John from across the garage.
"See? For the girls," Dixon smirked.
"Ha ha, Sir," came Sheppard's reply. "Has anybody seen Jackson?" he asked.
Teal'c emerged from the kitchen where he had just finished the dishes. "Indeed, I nave not. I do not believe I saw him in the dining room as well."
"Nor the Master Bedroom," offered Martouf.
*eyebrow*
"...at least...not...earlier. I could always go look again of course," Martouf sputtered as he hurried away blushing.
Dixon's beer hid his grin.
Sam glared at the Colonel. "You are lucky that I like you, SIR."
"What, you jealous? Have at him Sammikins. I think the snake prefers you anyway."
"Lantash and I...we have...a history," she said defensively and shotgunned another beer.
"Ah, yes. I do believe I read that mission report after I noticed an anomoly during your last physical," commented Carolyn, who also finished her beer.
"You know, you could always join us next time. Satisfy all interested parties," Dixon suggested.
"In your dreams, Sir."
"Yep. A couple of 'em," he replied and loosed an emormous belch. It was Sam's turn to nod and smile appreciatively at the outburst.
No one seemed to acknowledge Teal'c's "He is not the only one to fantasize such." Most likely all were in shock, and didn't KNOW what to say.
So, like Martouf, Sam blushed and muttered: "I think I'll go help Martouf look for Daniel," as she hurried into the house.
Carolyn moved a little closer to Teal'c as she chugged another beer and then stated, "It appears that Colonel Mitchell is also unaccounted for."
*appreciative eyebrow* Then he handed her yet another beer and answered, "Indeed."
"Really?" John asked as he perked up and looked significantly at Rodney.
Sam and Martouf re-entered the garage.
"No sign of him anywhere in the house," she offered. I also tried his cell phone. No answer and I didn't hear it ring."
Martouf chimed in with: "His automobile is still parked out front. I do not believe that he has departed."
Dixon chuckled at the "departed".
As if on the same wavelength as the Colonel, Carolyn commented, "Well, at least he is not injured or dead, else I would have gotten a call."
"You sure about that?" He asked snidely. "What's he up to now...5?"
"6," Sam replied. "I think. I killed him last time," she ended perkily.
Carolyn choked on her beer. Teal'c thoughtfully pounded on her back.
"Well, not ME per se. RepliCarter did," she amended.
"Oh, Ok then. Well, are there any secret rooms that we don't know about, Colonel?" Carolyn asked jokingly.
"Only secret room he's likely to have would probably be furnished singularly with an enormous bed and have various whips, chains, handcuffs and other bondage paraphenalia," McKay smirked snidely.
"Ain't there," Dixon muttered behind his beer.
The way that everyone's neck snapped as they turned to look at him would most likely keep Dr. Lam busy with whiplash treatments for a month.
Dixon finished his beer, belched loudly again and rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on! Don't look so surprised...it's me! OF COURSE I would have a room like that. It just ain't in the house. But they...HE...ain't there. And I've got the only key."
Snickering at the faux pas, John asked, "Are we going to play or what?"
"Yep. Ante up people. Texas Hold'em," Dixon called as he dealt the hands.
"Sooooo," Sam purred, sliding closer to him--beer and knife in hand. "Tell me more about this room..."