Disclaimer: I hardly say I own tu-tu's or Stargate. Or Stargate in tu-tu's. Let's... just see how this goes.
Notes: Silly enough, ScullySayer? ;)
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"Incoming wormhole, sir!" the airman hollered out, staring blinklessly at his computer screen.
"SG-3?"
"No, sir. But it is one of our teams... It's..." he punched a couple keys. "It's SG-1 sir."
"That's not right." Jack muttered.
"I do believe we are here now and not there, for if we were there and coming here we wouldn't be already here and not there coming here." Teal'c noted. Everybody blinked. He gave a small eyebrow raise, his idea of a shrug, and everyone went back to debating the fact that the iris was closed.
"Let's find out what the HELL is going on here." Hammond stated. "Open the iris."
"Yes, sir."
The metal iris swung open and five figures stepped out. By this time, SG-1 and their general had already slipped into the gate room.
They stared. The travelers stared back.
Jonas blinked. "Me?"
"Me?" came the reply.
"You!"
"You!"
"What the..." Jack muttered. Well, one of the Jacks, that is.
From the wormhole came a curious sight. All the current members of SG-1... and...
"Daniel?!" Sam said in a tone that could almost be considered a yell.
"Sam?" Daniel asked and then looked beside him. "Sam?" he looked from one Sam to the other with a confused look on his face.
"It appears to be an alternate reality, DanielJackson." the Teal'c said in unison.
Meanwhile, Jack was busied by something else. Upon their arrival, the gate room residents hadn't noticed what the alternate SG-1 team was wearing.
"TU-TU'S?!" Jack sounded disgusted to the extreme.
"PANTS?!" the other Jack hollered, sounding equally disgusted.
"Um, sir... I think we dialed wrong." Sam murmured.
"No crap, Major."
The alternate colonel was dressed in a frilly pink tu-tu, and one of those pink tank-toppish things. Just to top it off, he had SGC and SG-1 patches donning his tu-tu.
Alternate Daniel and Jonas were standing beside each other, looking like cross-dressing Tinkerbells in pink.
"This is scary." said one of the Jacks, but no one really bothered to figure out which one.
Alternate Jonas skipped in front of everybody, and the pant-legged ones blinked, noticing his cork-toed ballet shoes. He rolled on the balls of his feet and gave a slight hop. "We need to get back to OUR Earth."
"Correct." replied the alternate Teal'c for the first time. "We must dial out."
A-Jack looked to Hammond. "Permission to dial out, Sir?"
"Yes, PLEASE." Hammond pretty much ordered, watching Sam eye the alternate Jack's bare legs.
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An hour after the tinker-feet left SGC, SG-1 was sitting in the mess hall, discussing the recent events.
"Nice legs, Jack." Daniel noted.
"Thank you, YOU."
Daniel narrowed his eyes.
Sam cut into the conversation. "Y'know, after that, I have a sudden urge to watch..."
"Priscilla?" Jack asked.
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:AN: Not long enough. Not enough leg. I think I'll re-do it...
Notes: Silly enough, ScullySayer? ;)
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"Incoming wormhole, sir!" the airman hollered out, staring blinklessly at his computer screen.
"SG-3?"
"No, sir. But it is one of our teams... It's..." he punched a couple keys. "It's SG-1 sir."
"That's not right." Jack muttered.
"I do believe we are here now and not there, for if we were there and coming here we wouldn't be already here and not there coming here." Teal'c noted. Everybody blinked. He gave a small eyebrow raise, his idea of a shrug, and everyone went back to debating the fact that the iris was closed.
"Let's find out what the HELL is going on here." Hammond stated. "Open the iris."
"Yes, sir."
The metal iris swung open and five figures stepped out. By this time, SG-1 and their general had already slipped into the gate room.
They stared. The travelers stared back.
Jonas blinked. "Me?"
"Me?" came the reply.
"You!"
"You!"
"What the..." Jack muttered. Well, one of the Jacks, that is.
From the wormhole came a curious sight. All the current members of SG-1... and...
"Daniel?!" Sam said in a tone that could almost be considered a yell.
"Sam?" Daniel asked and then looked beside him. "Sam?" he looked from one Sam to the other with a confused look on his face.
"It appears to be an alternate reality, DanielJackson." the Teal'c said in unison.
Meanwhile, Jack was busied by something else. Upon their arrival, the gate room residents hadn't noticed what the alternate SG-1 team was wearing.
"TU-TU'S?!" Jack sounded disgusted to the extreme.
"PANTS?!" the other Jack hollered, sounding equally disgusted.
"Um, sir... I think we dialed wrong." Sam murmured.
"No crap, Major."
The alternate colonel was dressed in a frilly pink tu-tu, and one of those pink tank-toppish things. Just to top it off, he had SGC and SG-1 patches donning his tu-tu.
Alternate Daniel and Jonas were standing beside each other, looking like cross-dressing Tinkerbells in pink.
"This is scary." said one of the Jacks, but no one really bothered to figure out which one.
Alternate Jonas skipped in front of everybody, and the pant-legged ones blinked, noticing his cork-toed ballet shoes. He rolled on the balls of his feet and gave a slight hop. "We need to get back to OUR Earth."
"Correct." replied the alternate Teal'c for the first time. "We must dial out."
A-Jack looked to Hammond. "Permission to dial out, Sir?"
"Yes, PLEASE." Hammond pretty much ordered, watching Sam eye the alternate Jack's bare legs.
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An hour after the tinker-feet left SGC, SG-1 was sitting in the mess hall, discussing the recent events.
"Nice legs, Jack." Daniel noted.
"Thank you, YOU."
Daniel narrowed his eyes.
Sam cut into the conversation. "Y'know, after that, I have a sudden urge to watch..."
"Priscilla?" Jack asked.
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:AN: Not long enough. Not enough leg. I think I'll re-do it...