Stargate -- An Apple a Day -- Day 3
loosely based on wtf27, prompt 027: Writer's Choice
little damn table
also written for au100, prompt 096: Writer's Choice
half-sized damn table
This is a crossover fic, Stargate SG-1/Others. Full list (to date) can be found here.
Day 1 | Day 2
“Hellooo, nurse!”
An Apple a Day: Day 3 | Prompt 027: Writer's Choice | G | 903 words | 3 of 20
Jack watched the three doglike creatures with an odd expression in his face as he and Teal’c escorted them, and the two mice that had come through with them, to the infirmary. Hammond had handed babysitting duty over to the grounded airmen and SFs, freeing Carter and Daniel to try to figure everything out and Jack and Teal’c to work as escorts. It was never boring certainly, but there was something about this specific set of creatures that tickled his brain. He frowned, trying to figure it out.
They passed Timmy and Billy playing a strange game of tag, trailed by their guards. Teal’c had the mice sitting in his pocket, where they couldn’t escape: upon their arrival, they had tried to get into the control room three times before Teal’c had stuffed them into his pocket and they’d been whispering conspiratorially from there ever since, occasionally punctuated by a loud “Narf!” from the long, thin one.
Fraiser was in the main part of the infirmary when they arrived, applying a bandage to Daniel’s cheek. “Doc, what happened?” Jack asked and Daniel grimaced.
“Timmy’s...floating things were throwing stuff again, and they caught me in the cheek with a hammer,” Daniel said, wincing when Fraiser pressed too hard. “No big deal, really.”
One of the dog things - the taller one - let out a wolf whistle and suddenly both he and the one in the baseball cap were in Fraiser’s arms yelling, “Hellooo, nurse!”
“I’m a physician, thank you,” she said, dumping them on the floor, but something clicked in Jack’s brain.
“Animaniacs!” Jack yelled, and everyone in the room turned to stare at him. “Wakko, Yakko, and Dot, the Warner brothers and Warner sister,” he clarified, pointing each of them in turn. “And the escape artists are Pinky and the Brain. They’re from a cartoon, Animaniacs.”
A “Narf!” sounded from Teal’c’s pocket and Jack chuckled. “And you know this why?” Daniel asked.
“Charlie and I used to watch it,” Jack said, coloring slightly.
The uncomfortable silence that followed was broken by Dot. “Hellooo, nurse,” she said to Daniel, hopping into his lap.
“Nope, I’m a doctor, too,” he told her, picking her up and putting her on the floor. “Jack, we’ve got to tell the General.” Jack nodded and got on the phone.
“You there, with the shiny engraving on your forehead,” a cultured voice called from Teal’c’s pocket. “Explain. How has this man claimed to have viewed us?”
“It would appear that you were on television,” Teal’c replied.
“Really...Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?”
***
“So that would explain who they are, but not how they got here or why,” Hammond said after Jack and Daniel had presented what they’d learned.
“Or how to send them back,” Carter added unhelpfully.
“True,” Daniel said. “Is it possible they’ve been sent here through the Quantum Mirror, from realities where they’re real rather than just cartoons?”
Carter shook her head. “Then they’d be coming through the mirror in Area 51, or another planet, rather than linking directly into the ‘gate,” she said. “And the phenomena of the glowing pool they each experienced is consistent with an even horizon.”
“At this point, I’m less interested in specifically why it’s happening, I just want it fixed,” Hammond said. “Major, Dr. Jackson, I want you to continue trying to get us out of this mess. Colonel, Teal’c, as strange as this sounds, I want you watching television. I want all the intel we can get.”
“Sweet,” Jack said. “That’s an order I can follow.”
“I’m not locking the base down quite yet, but I will if anything stranger starts happening,” Hammond added. “Obviously, our guests are confined to the base. Dismissed, people, and I hope you figure this out soon.”
***
“We have determined that Animaniacs is not on the air in this country,” Teal’c said, eating another spoonful of pudding.
“Really,” Daniel said, stirring his coffee. “I thought everything was on the air on some channel. 500 channels and nothing on?”
“Nope, sadly,” Jack said. “We went and looked it up.”
“O’Neill showed me something called Wikipedia,” Teal’c said, pronouncing the name with care. “It is a most useful device.”
“I thought I taught you better than that!” Daniel protested. “That’s a far from reliable source.”
“It was enough for what we were doing,” Jack said with a dismissive shrug. “I don’t think the world’s going to end.”
Daniel grumbled something uncomplimentary into his coffee and checked his watch. “I should get back to work,” he said with a sigh, downing his cup and standing up.
“No, you should go home,” Jack said. “It’s almost 2000 hours. You need to eat, and this isn’t the place to get real food.” A passing commissary worker frowned at him and Jack gave her a shit-eating grin. “It’s fried chicken night at the Princess Maria,” he offered temptingly.
“Fine,” Daniel said. “Let me just go back to my office and turn off the computer.”
“Meet you topside in 15, then,” Jack said, standing as well.
“You’re driving,” Daniel said and followed him out, parting ways at the elevator to continue to his office. He was surprised to find it occupied by a pair of laboratory mice, one of whom was sketching out a plan to take over the SGC using a naquada reactor and a stick of gum. Daniel groaned unhappily and tossed them out into the hall. “I can’t do this.”
Feedback is better than chocolate
Day 4
little damn table
also written for au100, prompt 096: Writer's Choice
half-sized damn table
This is a crossover fic, Stargate SG-1/Others. Full list (to date) can be found here.
Day 1 | Day 2
“Hellooo, nurse!”
An Apple a Day: Day 3 | Prompt 027: Writer's Choice | G | 903 words | 3 of 20
Jack watched the three doglike creatures with an odd expression in his face as he and Teal’c escorted them, and the two mice that had come through with them, to the infirmary. Hammond had handed babysitting duty over to the grounded airmen and SFs, freeing Carter and Daniel to try to figure everything out and Jack and Teal’c to work as escorts. It was never boring certainly, but there was something about this specific set of creatures that tickled his brain. He frowned, trying to figure it out.
They passed Timmy and Billy playing a strange game of tag, trailed by their guards. Teal’c had the mice sitting in his pocket, where they couldn’t escape: upon their arrival, they had tried to get into the control room three times before Teal’c had stuffed them into his pocket and they’d been whispering conspiratorially from there ever since, occasionally punctuated by a loud “Narf!” from the long, thin one.
Fraiser was in the main part of the infirmary when they arrived, applying a bandage to Daniel’s cheek. “Doc, what happened?” Jack asked and Daniel grimaced.
“Timmy’s...floating things were throwing stuff again, and they caught me in the cheek with a hammer,” Daniel said, wincing when Fraiser pressed too hard. “No big deal, really.”
One of the dog things - the taller one - let out a wolf whistle and suddenly both he and the one in the baseball cap were in Fraiser’s arms yelling, “Hellooo, nurse!”
“I’m a physician, thank you,” she said, dumping them on the floor, but something clicked in Jack’s brain.
“Animaniacs!” Jack yelled, and everyone in the room turned to stare at him. “Wakko, Yakko, and Dot, the Warner brothers and Warner sister,” he clarified, pointing each of them in turn. “And the escape artists are Pinky and the Brain. They’re from a cartoon, Animaniacs.”
A “Narf!” sounded from Teal’c’s pocket and Jack chuckled. “And you know this why?” Daniel asked.
“Charlie and I used to watch it,” Jack said, coloring slightly.
The uncomfortable silence that followed was broken by Dot. “Hellooo, nurse,” she said to Daniel, hopping into his lap.
“Nope, I’m a doctor, too,” he told her, picking her up and putting her on the floor. “Jack, we’ve got to tell the General.” Jack nodded and got on the phone.
“You there, with the shiny engraving on your forehead,” a cultured voice called from Teal’c’s pocket. “Explain. How has this man claimed to have viewed us?”
“It would appear that you were on television,” Teal’c replied.
“Really...Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?”
***
“So that would explain who they are, but not how they got here or why,” Hammond said after Jack and Daniel had presented what they’d learned.
“Or how to send them back,” Carter added unhelpfully.
“True,” Daniel said. “Is it possible they’ve been sent here through the Quantum Mirror, from realities where they’re real rather than just cartoons?”
Carter shook her head. “Then they’d be coming through the mirror in Area 51, or another planet, rather than linking directly into the ‘gate,” she said. “And the phenomena of the glowing pool they each experienced is consistent with an even horizon.”
“At this point, I’m less interested in specifically why it’s happening, I just want it fixed,” Hammond said. “Major, Dr. Jackson, I want you to continue trying to get us out of this mess. Colonel, Teal’c, as strange as this sounds, I want you watching television. I want all the intel we can get.”
“Sweet,” Jack said. “That’s an order I can follow.”
“I’m not locking the base down quite yet, but I will if anything stranger starts happening,” Hammond added. “Obviously, our guests are confined to the base. Dismissed, people, and I hope you figure this out soon.”
***
“We have determined that Animaniacs is not on the air in this country,” Teal’c said, eating another spoonful of pudding.
“Really,” Daniel said, stirring his coffee. “I thought everything was on the air on some channel. 500 channels and nothing on?”
“Nope, sadly,” Jack said. “We went and looked it up.”
“O’Neill showed me something called Wikipedia,” Teal’c said, pronouncing the name with care. “It is a most useful device.”
“I thought I taught you better than that!” Daniel protested. “That’s a far from reliable source.”
“It was enough for what we were doing,” Jack said with a dismissive shrug. “I don’t think the world’s going to end.”
Daniel grumbled something uncomplimentary into his coffee and checked his watch. “I should get back to work,” he said with a sigh, downing his cup and standing up.
“No, you should go home,” Jack said. “It’s almost 2000 hours. You need to eat, and this isn’t the place to get real food.” A passing commissary worker frowned at him and Jack gave her a shit-eating grin. “It’s fried chicken night at the Princess Maria,” he offered temptingly.
“Fine,” Daniel said. “Let me just go back to my office and turn off the computer.”
“Meet you topside in 15, then,” Jack said, standing as well.
“You’re driving,” Daniel said and followed him out, parting ways at the elevator to continue to his office. He was surprised to find it occupied by a pair of laboratory mice, one of whom was sketching out a plan to take over the SGC using a naquada reactor and a stick of gum. Daniel groaned unhappily and tossed them out into the hall. “I can’t do this.”
Feedback is better than chocolate
Day 4