Because I'm a procrastinating masochist...
Okay. I somewhat stupidly signed up for the Janet Alphabet Soup, despite my muse being incredibly uncooperative, my son making me run my butt off, and my brain having kissed sanity goodbye several weeks ago. In an effort to get the brain/muse going again (I’ve given up on my butt [in more ways than one]), I’m going to do a writing meme, for which
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“In your fantasies only, O'Neill.”
Sam's heading for the supply room, but the voices coming from the nearby and usually empty office make her stop and listen. She can't help herself. Never mind that she's eavesdropping on two of her closest friends (one of whom is her C.O.). If they're talking about what she thinks they're taking about...well, let's just say she's as curious as the next woman on base.
“What, you wanna measure?”
Seriously? Sam presses herself against the wall next to the door.
“Will you admit defeat once mine is proven superior?”
The colonel snorts. “Ya sure. You betcha. Whip it out.”
There's a brief pause, then Teal'c's voice, “I believe I am victorious.”
“Nah,” the colonel says. “Mine's just a bit kinky.” Sam blinks. “Hang on.”
That's it. Sam can't stand it anymore. She peeks around the corner, and catches them with their...paperclips hanging out.
The colonel and Teal'c are kneeling on the floor. The colonel grins sheepishly up at her. “Carter! Uh, just the woman we wanted to see. We need an unbiased opinion here. Which chain is longer?”
This explains a few things.
Sam sighs and kneels down with them for a closer inspection. Teal'c tilts his head, his anticipation clear.
It's just as she suspected. She picks up the chains and folds them together, rolling them into a ball as she stands up.
“Wait! Carter--?”
Sam shakes her head and heads back out to the hallway. No need to continue on to the storage room now.
“I believe we have been discovered, O'Neill.”
“Ya think?”
They're her own damn paperclips.
“Okay,” she hears just before she's out of earshot. “New challenge. How many pens can Daniel lose in the next 48 hours?”
She doesn't know why she's surprised.
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I guess this means I have to post this meme in my LJ, eh?
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And yes. This means you have to post the meme. I wouldn't force anyone else to, but you? Definitely.
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Paperclipchainwars!
Also, I am very impressed at your promptage drabble fu!
*still exhausted from marathon writing on a ficathon deadline*
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I'm still working on my promptage drabble fu. It's kinda a new experience for me, but I needed something to try to kickstart my uncooperative muse.
That being said, if you wanted to prompt me, I promise I won't whine if you don't participate. Ficathon authors and organizers get some brownie points here. Just don't tell Amaranth *blissfully ignores that this is her comment thread*.
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Just for that, I'm prompting you again. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!
Teal'c/Janet, gurney.
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“How’re Carter and Daniel doing?” O’Neill asked upon his entrance to the infirmary. His debriefing with the general had obviously taken longer than was normally required. Unsurprising, given the circumstances, but Teal’c was grateful all the same. Certain events might otherwise have proved...awkward.
“They remain asleep,” Teal’c said from his cot.
“No surprise there.” O’Neill smirked. “And why are you in bed?”
“A precaution. Doctor Fraiser wishes to ensure I suffer no lasting effects from the concoction.”
“Yeah. That was...interesting.”
Indeed. The natives of P80-073 had served Teal’c, Daniel Jackson, and Major Carter a refreshment of very ‘interesting’ properties. Daniel Jackson and Major Carter had been quite exhausted by the time SG-1 returned to base.
“Good thing you were immune, Teal’c, or we might never have gotten them back home.”
Teal’c’s apparent immunity was something for which O’Neill would be even more grateful, should he care to think on the matter further. However, O’Neill was mistaken in his belief. The substance in question had been just as powerful as Daniel Jackson and Major Carter had...intimated on the planet. Teal’c had simply been able to delay his reaction, something Daniel Jackson and Major Carter had shown no desire to do.
The whistling that could be heard from the closed office door nearby led Teal’c to believe someone else was properly grateful for his patience, even if O’Neill was not. Teal’c tilted his head, trying not to appear smug.
“Doc’s in a good mood,” O’Neill noted. “Which is odd, considering-” He started to hop onto a nearby gurney, no doubt in anticipation for his post-mission physical exam.
“That bed-” Teal’c began, but it was too late.
Both the gurney and O’Neill crashed into an undignified heap on the floor.
“May be malfunctioning.”
“Ow! Ya think? Why the hell is there a broken one in here?”
“It appears portable medical beds are not particularly sturdy.”
O’Neill’s eyes narrowed. “You broke it? How?”
“I may have been overly...exuberant in my use of it upon my arrival.”
“What’d you do? Jump on it?”
Somewhat, if not entirely, accurate. Teal’c was unsure how to respond.
Doctor Fraiser emerged from her office, no doubt to investigate the source of the noise. She appeared unsurprised to find it was O’Neill. “You okay, Colonel?”
“Uh.” Sufficiently distracted, O’Neill began extricating himself from the remains, rotating the shoulder upon which he’d landed and grimacing. “I think I’ll live. Maybe. You should get rid of that thing.”
Doctor Fraiser crossed her arms over her chest, glancing briefly at Teal’c with a faint smile and a flush to her cheeks. “I don’t know, sir. I’m rather fond of it.”
This time, Teal’c couldn’t prevent a smug upturn of his lips from escaping. Perhaps the inhabitants of P80-073 could be made to share their beverage recipe. It had...interesting properties. “Indeed.”
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Teal’c’s apparent immunity was something for which O’Neill would be even more grateful, should he care to think on the matter further.
...is all kinds of awesome.
I do believe it necessary to comment that you faded out before a sex scene on dizzy's ficlet and you faded in after one for mine. Where's the goods??
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I thought that might appeal. :)
I do believe it necessary to comment that you faded out before a sex scene on dizzy's ficlet and you faded in after one for mine. Where's the goods??
Yeah, I know. Clearly I still have to work on my promptage drabble fu. It's really not cooperating with the wild monkey sex. Though you will note that I included the right to imply wild monkey sex, which I did.
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