Title: Psycho Factor (3/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to Chosen of BtVS and somewhere in season seven of SG-1.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: This SGC is powerless as Major Carter's sanity hangs in the balance. Sequel to Blind Date.
Author's Note: Okay, this particular 'ship's been battering itself around in my head for a long time now.
* * *
"I still think this is a bad idea," Daniel reiterated for the umpteenth time. He'd volunteered to stick around, partly out of a sense of duty to report this to the SGC -- whether Jack and Hammond would believe him or not -- but mostly out of his insatiable curiousity.
"Oh, hush," Willow scolded. "I know what I'm doing."
Xander bit his lip. Willow's spells _did_ have a disturbing tendency to go awry... but that was years ago. Her magic _had_ gotten a lot more reliable since they brought back Buffy.
"Are you sure you have all the ingredients?" Xander asked.
Willow shook her head, "I couldn't get everything on such short notice, so I had to make some substitutions. But they should work."
Daniel pursed his lips at that. "Um... 'should'?"
*Great, now I sound like Jack.*
* * *
Jack, meanwhile, was fretting, trying _not_ to stare at the phone while he awaited Daniel's report on just what the heck Xander and that redhead were doing.
* * *
BOOM!
There was much coughing.
"Well, that didn't work," Willow muttered, looking at the two men.
With a frown, she looked between them, "What? What?"
Xander was staring, and Dr. Jackson was pointedly looking away.
"W-W-Will, y-you're..." Xander stammered, then closed his eye and swallowed. "Look down."
Willow looked down and eeped as she tried to cover herself.
The redhead's clothing had disappeared. And that was not the only problem.
Her shriek could be heard throughout the entire apartment complex.
* * *
"C'mon, Will, it's not that bad," Xander held his hands out placatingly, trying to calm his ages-old friend. Daniel had wisely vacated the room, and Xander was starting to wonder if he should have done the same after offering her a spare outfit.
"'Not that bad'? I'm blue, Xander! _Blue_! I've been smurfed! And _look_ at these!" she snarled, grabbing her now-oversized breasts. "Do you have any idea how uncomfortable these things are?!"
Xander coughed, "No, not a clue."
"Not to mention that was my favorite outfit! God, Kennedy _loved_ that outfit! There's this thing she does, _only_ when I'm wearing that out fit. She'd..." the blue witch continued ranting.
Xander's eye glazed over at what followed.
Shaking himself back to his senses, he said, "Ah, Will?"
"_WHAT_?!"
"Look at the bright side," he said desperately.
"_What_ bright side?"
"You can dress up as Mystique without having to buy a costume on Halloween?" he suggested lamely. "And you finally outgrew Cordy?"
Smack!
Xander rubbed his cheek as Willow's fingers twitched, an impulse away from throttling him. He shot her a sheepish look and a weak smile.
Willow finally slumped down, her energy spent, as a weak half-sob-half-giggle escaped her mouth. "Oh, God, I hope I can reverse this," she moaned.
Xander pulled her into a hug. "Hey, don't worry, Will. You've got the mojo and the brains to make it do what you want. You'll figure out how to fix it in no time."
"This is all your fault, you know," she pouted, "and I couldn't try the spell again if I wanted to. All the ingredients went up with the spell." She sighed, "I guess we're gonna have to leave it to the military after all."
Xander looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Maybe."
* * *
"So, I think we should go back and try to capture the creature that did this, sir," Daniel finished. "It may be the only way to cure Sam."
"Where did you find this information, Doctor Jackson?" General Hammond asked.
"Would you believe... the internet?" the archaeologist said sheepishly. "There's a website that purports to catalog the traits of various types of... well... demons. It, ah, it includes what appears to be a photograph of this particular creature and lists the details I mentioned to you, including specifics about the toxin's symptoms, which are virtually identical to the symptoms Sam's exhibiting. It calls this particular species the..." he glanced at his notes, "...'glark guhl kashma'nik.'"
Hammond nodded thoughtfully and looked at Jack, "Jack, I won't order you to do this. This is... some very shaky intelligence."
"I say we go, sir," Jack said. "Teal'c?"
"I believe we should go," Teal'c nodded.
"Daniel?" Jack asked.
"Well, it _was_ my idea, Jack. Of course I'm in."
"Then you have a go."
"I'm going too," came another voice.
* * *
Author's Note:
Totally huge and blatantly obvious homage to Living History. I know I'm not a good feedbacker, but I totally _love_ that 'fic. *waves and grins* I hope you're reading this, Liz!
And like they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966 or http://fanfiction.net/~cyclone
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to Chosen of BtVS and somewhere in season seven of SG-1.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: This SGC is powerless as Major Carter's sanity hangs in the balance. Sequel to Blind Date.
Author's Note: Okay, this particular 'ship's been battering itself around in my head for a long time now.
* * *
"I still think this is a bad idea," Daniel reiterated for the umpteenth time. He'd volunteered to stick around, partly out of a sense of duty to report this to the SGC -- whether Jack and Hammond would believe him or not -- but mostly out of his insatiable curiousity.
"Oh, hush," Willow scolded. "I know what I'm doing."
Xander bit his lip. Willow's spells _did_ have a disturbing tendency to go awry... but that was years ago. Her magic _had_ gotten a lot more reliable since they brought back Buffy.
"Are you sure you have all the ingredients?" Xander asked.
Willow shook her head, "I couldn't get everything on such short notice, so I had to make some substitutions. But they should work."
Daniel pursed his lips at that. "Um... 'should'?"
*Great, now I sound like Jack.*
* * *
Jack, meanwhile, was fretting, trying _not_ to stare at the phone while he awaited Daniel's report on just what the heck Xander and that redhead were doing.
* * *
BOOM!
There was much coughing.
"Well, that didn't work," Willow muttered, looking at the two men.
With a frown, she looked between them, "What? What?"
Xander was staring, and Dr. Jackson was pointedly looking away.
"W-W-Will, y-you're..." Xander stammered, then closed his eye and swallowed. "Look down."
Willow looked down and eeped as she tried to cover herself.
The redhead's clothing had disappeared. And that was not the only problem.
Her shriek could be heard throughout the entire apartment complex.
* * *
"C'mon, Will, it's not that bad," Xander held his hands out placatingly, trying to calm his ages-old friend. Daniel had wisely vacated the room, and Xander was starting to wonder if he should have done the same after offering her a spare outfit.
"'Not that bad'? I'm blue, Xander! _Blue_! I've been smurfed! And _look_ at these!" she snarled, grabbing her now-oversized breasts. "Do you have any idea how uncomfortable these things are?!"
Xander coughed, "No, not a clue."
"Not to mention that was my favorite outfit! God, Kennedy _loved_ that outfit! There's this thing she does, _only_ when I'm wearing that out fit. She'd..." the blue witch continued ranting.
Xander's eye glazed over at what followed.
Shaking himself back to his senses, he said, "Ah, Will?"
"_WHAT_?!"
"Look at the bright side," he said desperately.
"_What_ bright side?"
"You can dress up as Mystique without having to buy a costume on Halloween?" he suggested lamely. "And you finally outgrew Cordy?"
Smack!
Xander rubbed his cheek as Willow's fingers twitched, an impulse away from throttling him. He shot her a sheepish look and a weak smile.
Willow finally slumped down, her energy spent, as a weak half-sob-half-giggle escaped her mouth. "Oh, God, I hope I can reverse this," she moaned.
Xander pulled her into a hug. "Hey, don't worry, Will. You've got the mojo and the brains to make it do what you want. You'll figure out how to fix it in no time."
"This is all your fault, you know," she pouted, "and I couldn't try the spell again if I wanted to. All the ingredients went up with the spell." She sighed, "I guess we're gonna have to leave it to the military after all."
Xander looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Maybe."
* * *
"So, I think we should go back and try to capture the creature that did this, sir," Daniel finished. "It may be the only way to cure Sam."
"Where did you find this information, Doctor Jackson?" General Hammond asked.
"Would you believe... the internet?" the archaeologist said sheepishly. "There's a website that purports to catalog the traits of various types of... well... demons. It, ah, it includes what appears to be a photograph of this particular creature and lists the details I mentioned to you, including specifics about the toxin's symptoms, which are virtually identical to the symptoms Sam's exhibiting. It calls this particular species the..." he glanced at his notes, "...'glark guhl kashma'nik.'"
Hammond nodded thoughtfully and looked at Jack, "Jack, I won't order you to do this. This is... some very shaky intelligence."
"I say we go, sir," Jack said. "Teal'c?"
"I believe we should go," Teal'c nodded.
"Daniel?" Jack asked.
"Well, it _was_ my idea, Jack. Of course I'm in."
"Then you have a go."
"I'm going too," came another voice.
* * *
Author's Note:
Totally huge and blatantly obvious homage to Living History. I know I'm not a good feedbacker, but I totally _love_ that 'fic. *waves and grins* I hope you're reading this, Liz!
And like they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.