Wargames by Slybrarian
Title: Wargames (Wish Fulfillment Challenge)
Author: slybrarian
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Words: 450
Summary: In which Chuck makes a wish at the wrong time.
"WAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!"
Chuck winced as the cry rang out again from the other side of the sealed door, accompanied by the patter of gunfire. This sort of thing was supposed to happen to Colonel Sheppard and Doctor McKay, not to him. He had the gene, yes, but it had always been... safe. Mundane. Domestic, perhaps. The lights turned on and off, the shower's temperature set itself, and in general the city reacted to his subconscious thoughts only when it came to things like that.
Apparently, though, the device he had found while scoping out a large room he had thought would be a good place for a gaming session was over-sensitive or something.
Across the hall, Sheppard shook his head. "Don't take this the wrong way, Chuck, but I'm really, really glad this wasn't my fault." To his sides Lorne and several other marines chuckled and glanced down the hall to where McKay and Zelenka were trying to figure out how to cut off power to the room.
"I just said it would be nice if we could get more minis, sir," Chuck said mournfully. "It's a pain trying to get armies shipped on the Daedalus, even when we pool our space. I didn't expect that thing to make me some."
"Or for them to be alive," Sheppard guessed.
Chuck winced. "Yeah."
"At least they're tiny," Lorne said sympathetically. "Easy squishing size, and their shootas and choppas are too small to hurt anyone."
"They might put your eye out, though," Sheppard said.
"True, especially if there's any armor." Lorne looked at Chuck. "Tell me there's no gargant."
"No, sir," Chuck replied.
Sheppard frowned and then banged his head back against the wall. "We're going to have to fumigate, aren't we?"
Lorne frowned as well. "Right, spores. We could be dealing with these things for months. Wouldn't that just be wonderful?"
Chuck blinked several times, then carefully asked, "You two know about the reproductive cycle of orks?"
Sheppard and Lorne looked at each other, at the marines who had suddenly taken an interest in the conversation, and then simultaneously told Chuck, "No."
"Right," Chuck said, not believing them for a moment.
"Anyways," Sheppard said after a minute. "I suppose things could be a lot worse. I mean, instead of orks we could be looking at, say, Chaos and Traitor Marines -"
Sheppard was cut short when the lights flickered. Past the door, Chuck heard the ominous hummm-whump noise the Ancient device had made when it spawned several thousand miniature Orks. Then, after a moment of silence, more noise came from inside.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"
"WAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!"
Most terrible was the irate scream McKay let out. "Sheppard, you idiot!"
Author: slybrarian
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Words: 450
Summary: In which Chuck makes a wish at the wrong time.
"WAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!"
Chuck winced as the cry rang out again from the other side of the sealed door, accompanied by the patter of gunfire. This sort of thing was supposed to happen to Colonel Sheppard and Doctor McKay, not to him. He had the gene, yes, but it had always been... safe. Mundane. Domestic, perhaps. The lights turned on and off, the shower's temperature set itself, and in general the city reacted to his subconscious thoughts only when it came to things like that.
Apparently, though, the device he had found while scoping out a large room he had thought would be a good place for a gaming session was over-sensitive or something.
Across the hall, Sheppard shook his head. "Don't take this the wrong way, Chuck, but I'm really, really glad this wasn't my fault." To his sides Lorne and several other marines chuckled and glanced down the hall to where McKay and Zelenka were trying to figure out how to cut off power to the room.
"I just said it would be nice if we could get more minis, sir," Chuck said mournfully. "It's a pain trying to get armies shipped on the Daedalus, even when we pool our space. I didn't expect that thing to make me some."
"Or for them to be alive," Sheppard guessed.
Chuck winced. "Yeah."
"At least they're tiny," Lorne said sympathetically. "Easy squishing size, and their shootas and choppas are too small to hurt anyone."
"They might put your eye out, though," Sheppard said.
"True, especially if there's any armor." Lorne looked at Chuck. "Tell me there's no gargant."
"No, sir," Chuck replied.
Sheppard frowned and then banged his head back against the wall. "We're going to have to fumigate, aren't we?"
Lorne frowned as well. "Right, spores. We could be dealing with these things for months. Wouldn't that just be wonderful?"
Chuck blinked several times, then carefully asked, "You two know about the reproductive cycle of orks?"
Sheppard and Lorne looked at each other, at the marines who had suddenly taken an interest in the conversation, and then simultaneously told Chuck, "No."
"Right," Chuck said, not believing them for a moment.
"Anyways," Sheppard said after a minute. "I suppose things could be a lot worse. I mean, instead of orks we could be looking at, say, Chaos and Traitor Marines -"
Sheppard was cut short when the lights flickered. Past the door, Chuck heard the ominous hummm-whump noise the Ancient device had made when it spawned several thousand miniature Orks. Then, after a moment of silence, more noise came from inside.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"
"WAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!"
Most terrible was the irate scream McKay let out. "Sheppard, you idiot!"