[Stargate/Warehouse 13: Drabble] "Five or Six" [G]
Title: Five or Six
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: (unbelievably late) birthday present for sharp2799
Rating: G
Word Count: 350
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Warehouse 13
Character(s): clone Jack O’Neill (John), clone Sam Carter (Tara), Claudia Donovan
Summary: “Suspicious types? Okey-Dokey.”
Five or Six
“Recruiting NID agents a little young, aren’t they?” asked John, holding his gun steady on the young woman they’d found sneaking around the college library.
“The what now?” she said. “Is that a fraternity?”
“Maybe you know them as the Trust,” suggested Tara. She held the girl’s weapon, some kind of steampunk ray gun - it looked like a toy, but John wasn’t taking any chances.
“Never heard of ‘em,” said the young woman. “I’m with the government.”
“So are they,” John said, darkly.
“Yeah, but I’m from the good part,” she insisted. “Secret Service. Well, kind of. I mean-”
“What did you do with the six students that have gone missing in the last two weeks?” Tara demanded.
The girl blinked. “We only heard about five.”
John glanced at Tara, who nodded, and he lowered his gun. “Secret Service, huh?”
“A… branch of it,” the young woman hedged. “Agent Claudia Donovan.”
Tara held out her hand. “Tara,” she said, “and this is John.”
“Suspicious types?” said Donovan. “Okey-dokey.”
John frowned. “Just like that?”
“Sure,” she said. “Because I got a DNA sample when you grabbed me and the test should be done right about…”
“Wait, don’t!” said Tara.
Donovan frowned, then looked John up and down. “You don’t look like a fifty-five-year-old Air Force general.”
“That’s classified…” John began, but the girl kept looking at her strange device.
“Oh, my god,” she said. “Oh, my god, you’re a clone.”
“What?” said Tara. “That’s ridiculous. There’s no such thing as cloning.”
Donovan blinked. “You are a terrible liar. And-” her device beeped again, “-not thirty-nine and a lieutenant colonel. Who- Whoa!”
John had raised his gun again. “Classified,” he repeated.
She raised her hands. “Hey, I get that, believe me. I don’t go spilling secrets that aren’t mine, dude. So, you don’t ask about my secret agency, I don’t ask where you two came from. Deal?”
He hesitated. “Carter?”
“Six missing students,” said Tara. “I say we trust her.”
John put the gun away again. “Okay.”
Donovan - Claudia - grinned. “Great! How do you both feel about purple goo?”
THE END
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Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: (unbelievably late) birthday present for sharp2799
Rating: G
Word Count: 350
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Warehouse 13
Character(s): clone Jack O’Neill (John), clone Sam Carter (Tara), Claudia Donovan
Summary: “Suspicious types? Okey-Dokey.”
Five or Six
“Recruiting NID agents a little young, aren’t they?” asked John, holding his gun steady on the young woman they’d found sneaking around the college library.
“The what now?” she said. “Is that a fraternity?”
“Maybe you know them as the Trust,” suggested Tara. She held the girl’s weapon, some kind of steampunk ray gun - it looked like a toy, but John wasn’t taking any chances.
“Never heard of ‘em,” said the young woman. “I’m with the government.”
“So are they,” John said, darkly.
“Yeah, but I’m from the good part,” she insisted. “Secret Service. Well, kind of. I mean-”
“What did you do with the six students that have gone missing in the last two weeks?” Tara demanded.
The girl blinked. “We only heard about five.”
John glanced at Tara, who nodded, and he lowered his gun. “Secret Service, huh?”
“A… branch of it,” the young woman hedged. “Agent Claudia Donovan.”
Tara held out her hand. “Tara,” she said, “and this is John.”
“Suspicious types?” said Donovan. “Okey-dokey.”
John frowned. “Just like that?”
“Sure,” she said. “Because I got a DNA sample when you grabbed me and the test should be done right about…”
“Wait, don’t!” said Tara.
Donovan frowned, then looked John up and down. “You don’t look like a fifty-five-year-old Air Force general.”
“That’s classified…” John began, but the girl kept looking at her strange device.
“Oh, my god,” she said. “Oh, my god, you’re a clone.”
“What?” said Tara. “That’s ridiculous. There’s no such thing as cloning.”
Donovan blinked. “You are a terrible liar. And-” her device beeped again, “-not thirty-nine and a lieutenant colonel. Who- Whoa!”
John had raised his gun again. “Classified,” he repeated.
She raised her hands. “Hey, I get that, believe me. I don’t go spilling secrets that aren’t mine, dude. So, you don’t ask about my secret agency, I don’t ask where you two came from. Deal?”
He hesitated. “Carter?”
“Six missing students,” said Tara. “I say we trust her.”
John put the gun away again. “Okay.”
Donovan - Claudia - grinned. “Great! How do you both feel about purple goo?”
THE END
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