[NCIS/Stargate: Drabble] "Alien Concepts" [G]
Title: Alien Concepts
Prompt: writerverse challenge #17 criss cross applesauce (write a crossover)
Word Count: 178
Rating: G
Your two universes used: NCIS & Stargate SG-1 (part of my Highly Classified ‘verse)
Character(s): Ellie Bishop, Teal’c, Jack O’Neill
Summary: “But you don’t act like an alien.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Alien Concepts
“So, you’re really an alien?”
Teal’c nodded. “I am indeed, Agent-Bishop.”
“And you’re from another planet?” she continued.
“My world is called Chulak, although I was, in fact, born on a planet under the rule of Cronos.”
She frowned. “Cronos? Is he one of those… Goa’uld?”
“He was,” Teal’c replied. “He is now dead.”
There was something in his voice, something pleased and dangerous, that made Bishop change the subject, “But you don’t act like an alien.”
His expression lightened. “I have lived on Earth many years, Agent-Bishop, and I have enjoyed much of your popular culture. Are you familiar with the film Star Wars?”
“I’ve seen it,” she began, just as General O’Neill stuck his head in the doorway.
“Hey, T,” he said, “Bishop. Carter and the Goth girl found something, we’re moving out.”
“I will prepare, O’Neill,” said Teal’c, striding out of the room.
“You looked like you needed the save,” said the general, after he’d left. “The big guy can talk about Star Wars for hours, if you let him.”
“Really?” Bishop asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Prompt: writerverse challenge #17 criss cross applesauce (write a crossover)
Word Count: 178
Rating: G
Your two universes used: NCIS & Stargate SG-1 (part of my Highly Classified ‘verse)
Character(s): Ellie Bishop, Teal’c, Jack O’Neill
Summary: “But you don’t act like an alien.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Alien Concepts
“So, you’re really an alien?”
Teal’c nodded. “I am indeed, Agent-Bishop.”
“And you’re from another planet?” she continued.
“My world is called Chulak, although I was, in fact, born on a planet under the rule of Cronos.”
She frowned. “Cronos? Is he one of those… Goa’uld?”
“He was,” Teal’c replied. “He is now dead.”
There was something in his voice, something pleased and dangerous, that made Bishop change the subject, “But you don’t act like an alien.”
His expression lightened. “I have lived on Earth many years, Agent-Bishop, and I have enjoyed much of your popular culture. Are you familiar with the film Star Wars?”
“I’ve seen it,” she began, just as General O’Neill stuck his head in the doorway.
“Hey, T,” he said, “Bishop. Carter and the Goth girl found something, we’re moving out.”
“I will prepare, O’Neill,” said Teal’c, striding out of the room.
“You looked like you needed the save,” said the general, after he’d left. “The big guy can talk about Star Wars for hours, if you let him.”
“Really?” Bishop asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow