BIRTHDAY FIC: "Spies on a Battlestar"
Fandoms: Battlestar Galactica crossed over with Alias
Disclaimers: Not my properties. Nothing squicky.
Pairings: Meh. This is mostly crack.
This is for bellatemple's birthday, which is tommorow!
Spies on a Battlestar
by squishcreations
When Marshall Flinkman first set foot on the Galactica, it would take him three hours to calm down from his state of euphoric glee.
Jack Bristow, on the other hand, was not so amused.
"Your security is lax, Mister Adama," he said, his expression stony as usual.
"Admiral Adama," he retorted. "Do you have any recommendations for improvements, or am I simply to start over from scratch?"
"I could have killed you andn made a clean getaway over twelve times since this conversation."
"You're unarmed."
Jack pulled a spoon from his breast pocket. Adama merely raised an eyebrow.
"We're on a real spaceship!" Marshall shouted, bouncing.
-----
"So you're from Earth, then?" Lee asked the newcomer.
"Yeah, I am," Sydney Bristow said, crossing her arms. "You're not, huh?"
Lee put on his best charming smile. "Though from all appearances we seem quite the same species. Maybe all those scriptures and prophecies--"
"Don't even start on prophecies," Syd interrupted.
"Oh, sorry." Lee winced. "Has anyone given you the grand tour? I think that--"
"She's coming with me," Kara interrupted, walking up with a cigar clenched between her teeth.
"Am I, now?" Syd rarised an eyebrow, but she was smirking.
"Triad game. You, hyper guy, some deck gang. It's required."
"I don't think--" Lee started.
"It'd be a first for you if you did, Lee," Kara said, cutting him off.
"I, uh, don't have any. . . cubits, right?" Syd pointed out.
"Oh, we aren't playing for money," Kara said, her smile widening around her cigar.
-----
Sweat poured dowwn Baltar's foreehead, welling at the back of his neck and the base of his spine. He ewas terrified, though he wasn't about to let that on.
"Are you threateninig me with an eating utensil?" He quipped, staring at the spoon mere centimeters from the tip of his nose. He was going quite cross-eyed.
"No, I'm interrogatin you, Doctor Baltar," Jack said.
"You do realize that--"
"I realize that you are the furthest from sanity than anyone else I have ever met," Jack said. "You attempt to pass of bits of conversation with things that are not there as being actually adressed to someone real. Do you realize the magnitude eofo my asssertion of the fact that you have exceeded my previous benchmarks in the depths of insanity?"
Baltar shook his head, carefully.
"You should meet my associate Arvin Sloane." Jack sneered. "But first, you will tell me who you work for."
Baltar gulped and hoped he could come up with a convincing answer.
-----
"Look, princess, just because you're from Earth doesn't mean you get too boss me around," Cottle folded his arms as the cigarette dangled from his lips.
"All I'm asking--" Sloane started.
"My infirmary, my rules. Now shut up and drop your pants."
-----
Marshall fidgeted, knowing full well that his nervous sweating was drawing unwanted attention.
Especially given the efact he was surrounded by people he'd barely met and was now wearing nothing butu his boxers. Strip Triad was quite the cruel mistress.
"Aww, hyper guy's all scared," Kara teased.
"Marshall, may you should just put something back on," Syd suggested. "Drop out of the game."
"No way," Kara said, dealing out the cards. "I say we make it interesting. All or nothing, this hand."
"What?!" Cally yelped. She'd actually managed to keep most of her clothes so far, thanks to some lucky draws.
"I second her sentiment," Seelix added.
"Wait, so whoever loses this hand loses it all?" Jammer asked. "I'm so in."
Cally and Seelix begrudgingly agreed.
Sydney and Marshall weren't even asked their opinions on the matter.
"Betting's set," Kara said, picking up her cards. She smiled. "Read 'em and weep. Four on a run." She showed her cards.
Syd frowned, folding her cards. Seelix and Cally were already pulling off their shirts when Marshall spoke up.
"What does it mean when, well. . ." He set out his hand.
"No way," Jammer said.
"Holy frak," Cally said.
"Full. Frakking. Colors," Seelix said in disbelief.
"Is that good?" Syd asked.
"He won," Kara said, laughing.
"I won?!" Marshall looked amazed. Though his expression changed a bit when Kara, Cally, Seelix, and Syd's bras hit the table.
fin
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Disclaimers: Not my properties. Nothing squicky.
Pairings: Meh. This is mostly crack.
This is for bellatemple's birthday, which is tommorow!
Spies on a Battlestar
by squishcreations
When Marshall Flinkman first set foot on the Galactica, it would take him three hours to calm down from his state of euphoric glee.
Jack Bristow, on the other hand, was not so amused.
"Your security is lax, Mister Adama," he said, his expression stony as usual.
"Admiral Adama," he retorted. "Do you have any recommendations for improvements, or am I simply to start over from scratch?"
"I could have killed you andn made a clean getaway over twelve times since this conversation."
"You're unarmed."
Jack pulled a spoon from his breast pocket. Adama merely raised an eyebrow.
"We're on a real spaceship!" Marshall shouted, bouncing.
-----
"So you're from Earth, then?" Lee asked the newcomer.
"Yeah, I am," Sydney Bristow said, crossing her arms. "You're not, huh?"
Lee put on his best charming smile. "Though from all appearances we seem quite the same species. Maybe all those scriptures and prophecies--"
"Don't even start on prophecies," Syd interrupted.
"Oh, sorry." Lee winced. "Has anyone given you the grand tour? I think that--"
"She's coming with me," Kara interrupted, walking up with a cigar clenched between her teeth.
"Am I, now?" Syd rarised an eyebrow, but she was smirking.
"Triad game. You, hyper guy, some deck gang. It's required."
"I don't think--" Lee started.
"It'd be a first for you if you did, Lee," Kara said, cutting him off.
"I, uh, don't have any. . . cubits, right?" Syd pointed out.
"Oh, we aren't playing for money," Kara said, her smile widening around her cigar.
-----
Sweat poured dowwn Baltar's foreehead, welling at the back of his neck and the base of his spine. He ewas terrified, though he wasn't about to let that on.
"Are you threateninig me with an eating utensil?" He quipped, staring at the spoon mere centimeters from the tip of his nose. He was going quite cross-eyed.
"No, I'm interrogatin you, Doctor Baltar," Jack said.
"You do realize that--"
"I realize that you are the furthest from sanity than anyone else I have ever met," Jack said. "You attempt to pass of bits of conversation with things that are not there as being actually adressed to someone real. Do you realize the magnitude eofo my asssertion of the fact that you have exceeded my previous benchmarks in the depths of insanity?"
Baltar shook his head, carefully.
"You should meet my associate Arvin Sloane." Jack sneered. "But first, you will tell me who you work for."
Baltar gulped and hoped he could come up with a convincing answer.
-----
"Look, princess, just because you're from Earth doesn't mean you get too boss me around," Cottle folded his arms as the cigarette dangled from his lips.
"All I'm asking--" Sloane started.
"My infirmary, my rules. Now shut up and drop your pants."
-----
Marshall fidgeted, knowing full well that his nervous sweating was drawing unwanted attention.
Especially given the efact he was surrounded by people he'd barely met and was now wearing nothing butu his boxers. Strip Triad was quite the cruel mistress.
"Aww, hyper guy's all scared," Kara teased.
"Marshall, may you should just put something back on," Syd suggested. "Drop out of the game."
"No way," Kara said, dealing out the cards. "I say we make it interesting. All or nothing, this hand."
"What?!" Cally yelped. She'd actually managed to keep most of her clothes so far, thanks to some lucky draws.
"I second her sentiment," Seelix added.
"Wait, so whoever loses this hand loses it all?" Jammer asked. "I'm so in."
Cally and Seelix begrudgingly agreed.
Sydney and Marshall weren't even asked their opinions on the matter.
"Betting's set," Kara said, picking up her cards. She smiled. "Read 'em and weep. Four on a run." She showed her cards.
Syd frowned, folding her cards. Seelix and Cally were already pulling off their shirts when Marshall spoke up.
"What does it mean when, well. . ." He set out his hand.
"No way," Jammer said.
"Holy frak," Cally said.
"Full. Frakking. Colors," Seelix said in disbelief.
"Is that good?" Syd asked.
"He won," Kara said, laughing.
"I won?!" Marshall looked amazed. Though his expression changed a bit when Kara, Cally, Seelix, and Syd's bras hit the table.
fin
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