Title: The Tye Dye Phone
Author: Indra Leigh
Rating: FR13
Crossover: BtVS and Stargate SG-1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Stargate SG-1.
Summary: General Jack O'Neill has a red phone and a try dye phone. Major Davis dreads it when either phone gets used.
Warnings: nope.
Timeline/Setting: For Stargate some time when Jack is in charge of the mountain, and it's been a few years since Sunnudale went boom.
Author's notes(if any): nope. It’s fanfic…. Cue hand waving for ages and dates of characters.
Shortly after Colonel O'Neill had been promoted to General he installed a phone on his desk next to the red phone.
The phone was tye dyed in color with swirles off colors and some days Major "Danger" Davis would swear it would shimmerr or sparkle. Since the general had installed it and he was the only one who has touched it, but Davis had learned that when it rang he was in for a stack of redacted paperwork.
Hearing a phone ring with a slight odd echo Davis hollered into the conference room. "General your phone is ringing!"
"Which one?"
I can't believe I'm saying this. "The I thought I was high when I met them phone."
As O'Neill came running into the room Davis went to the file cabinet, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a stack of forms on paper that matched the phone.
"It's Jack."
"You've offered your pond if we ever needed a fishing trip. Right?"
Litening carefully because the tone of O'Neill's voice was usualy a good indicator of how bad the situation was Davis hoped for the calm trying to sit still next to Teal'c while he meditates.
"You need a what?"
Confused was not good. When O'Neill was confused sounding on the try dye phone Davis ended up writing new forms.
"A fishing trip. It has been a wild week and we need a fishing trip and your place wpuld be perfect. We can call it an interacency cooperation and strategic development retreat."
"Actually that sounds perfect. Do you want to meet there? Just bring some snacks and I'll see you later."
Excited and happy was not what Davis was expecting.
""Spectator!! We will see you there!"
Hanging up the phone Jack grinned, "Davis, in half an hour I'm going to need the Prometheus to beam me to my cabin for a 'how to be nice to other agencies conference'. I'll call when I need a lift back."
"Ok, I need to know. You cast out your fishing line, stuck the pole in a cup holder somehow, and haven't touched it for five hours." Jack asked as he reeled in his fishing line.
Xander leaned back in his lawn chair, "I needed the act of fishing more than the catch fish for dinner fishing. Willow claimed road trip buddy for my trip so she could get out of the house full of mini slayers. We both reached our limit of shiny eyed new kids that wanted to know the story behind all the rumors."
"I have been there and will be there next time we get a bach of new recurits. Mind if I come visit your mad house?" Jack asked digging into the cooler between their chairs.
"Sure. My workshop is your work shop. Drop in anytime, just call first so Willow can leave a door open for you." Xander offered then reached for a twinkie he had stuck in the cooler.