Nothing to Sneeze At, by Various (G)
Rec Category: Team
Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, humor, fluff, Hammond, Janet Frasier
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: theeverdream, sidlj, paianfic
Author's Website: see individual LJs
Link: Nothing to Sneeze At
Why This Must Be Read: This delightful story is slightly tongue-in-cheek without ever toppling over the edge into true crackfic. The team narrowly escapes hugmonsters, only to realize that Blue and his fellow balls of fluff had other intentions in mind...
Hilarious multi-armed aliens, perilous pollen, and Hammond and Janet in fine form - and lots and lots of hugs!
This is the perfect fic to put a smile on your face.
"What happened, Colonel?" General Hammond demanded, striding into the embarkation room and through the ranks of SFs as the closed iris was ... well, irising back open.
"Hostiles, sir," Jack replied, watching the bristling array of weapons droop at a gesture from Hammond. They put him in mind of porcupines' spines. Not fur. Emphatically not fur. "Big ... hostile ... hostiles."
"They were not hostile," Daniel said. He was trying to rake his tousled hair into submission and shrug his uniform back into a semblance of symmetry at the same time, which combined into a kind of spastic wriggling motion that didn't lend a lot of gravitas to his objection. "If you'd just given me a chance to -- "
"To get the life squished out of you?" Jack shot back.
"There was a significant degree of jeopardy," Teal'c said. He looked down at himself with some distaste, and brushed ineffectually at his tac vest. "And dander." His uniform was disarrayed too, but he still had gravitas. Maybe because he had no hair to tousle.
Carter looked pained as Hammond's glare shifted to her in clear expectation of more sense than he was getting from the other three. "Sir," she said smartly, drawing herself up straight. She was the most tousled of all. Probably because she had the most hair.
"Captain," Hammond said, in a low, warning drawl.
"Sir," she said again, helplessly.
Enunciating with care, Hammond said, "What kind of hostiles, Captain Carter?"
Carter sighed -- it sounded exactly like Jack's sigh, Jack thought, she had the sigh thing down pat, gonna be a great CO one day, if they weren't both cashiered for silliness unbecoming of yadda in the next sixty seconds -- and said, "Hugmonsters, sir."
Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, humor, fluff, Hammond, Janet Frasier
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: theeverdream, sidlj, paianfic
Author's Website: see individual LJs
Link: Nothing to Sneeze At
Why This Must Be Read: This delightful story is slightly tongue-in-cheek without ever toppling over the edge into true crackfic. The team narrowly escapes hugmonsters, only to realize that Blue and his fellow balls of fluff had other intentions in mind...
Hilarious multi-armed aliens, perilous pollen, and Hammond and Janet in fine form - and lots and lots of hugs!
This is the perfect fic to put a smile on your face.
"What happened, Colonel?" General Hammond demanded, striding into the embarkation room and through the ranks of SFs as the closed iris was ... well, irising back open.
"Hostiles, sir," Jack replied, watching the bristling array of weapons droop at a gesture from Hammond. They put him in mind of porcupines' spines. Not fur. Emphatically not fur. "Big ... hostile ... hostiles."
"They were not hostile," Daniel said. He was trying to rake his tousled hair into submission and shrug his uniform back into a semblance of symmetry at the same time, which combined into a kind of spastic wriggling motion that didn't lend a lot of gravitas to his objection. "If you'd just given me a chance to -- "
"To get the life squished out of you?" Jack shot back.
"There was a significant degree of jeopardy," Teal'c said. He looked down at himself with some distaste, and brushed ineffectually at his tac vest. "And dander." His uniform was disarrayed too, but he still had gravitas. Maybe because he had no hair to tousle.
Carter looked pained as Hammond's glare shifted to her in clear expectation of more sense than he was getting from the other three. "Sir," she said smartly, drawing herself up straight. She was the most tousled of all. Probably because she had the most hair.
"Captain," Hammond said, in a low, warning drawl.
"Sir," she said again, helplessly.
Enunciating with care, Hammond said, "What kind of hostiles, Captain Carter?"
Carter sighed -- it sounded exactly like Jack's sigh, Jack thought, she had the sigh thing down pat, gonna be a great CO one day, if they weren't both cashiered for silliness unbecoming of yadda in the next sixty seconds -- and said, "Hugmonsters, sir."