I do not own either Buffy or Stargate. I wish I did but I don't. Other people created them and get to keep all the lovely money associated with them. I on the other hand, own nothing and am poor. I did create this fic though. But I don't make any profit from it.
The Most Important Twinkie of the Day
Jack O'Neill sat alone in the middle of the SGC mess, eating his breakfast as he pondered the strange dream he had had the night before. Was there anything his subconscious had missed? Night-time setting, damsel in distress, Billy Idol, strange girls who didn't bother to use the door when they left a room, cryptic dark figures and more monsters than you could shake a stick at. If you wanted to shake a stick at them.
He'd never understood that saying. Shooting just seemed like a better option. Oh, and the cat-girl. How could he have forgotten the cat-girl?
That was it, no more candy binges before bed. Even if it was Halloween. He'd never had a dream so vivid before. Not even the nightmares were that real. Or the Barber daydreams. But nothing that crazy could possibly be real.
"Jack." Daniel said as he sat down opposite him, his tray loaded with waffles.
"Daniel."
"Is there a reason you're eating Twinkies for breakfast?"