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get your suggestions in here, so hopefully it's ok...
Thankyou thankyou thankyou to all the people who reviewed, I know it's kind of annoying to do, but it makes writing soo much easier!!
Soz bout the delay in posting this, my creative inspiration had taken a temporary holiday (darn that clause in the contract) but I promise the next chapter is on its way very soon.
BTW, any suggestions on what to do when you and a friend like the same guy greatly appreciated!!!
YAY!! Party time! Stargate's coming back on here tonight! Inspiration for me to write!
***Ok, on with the story, but be warned, cute-creature bashing is contained!! :D I'm enjoying this SJ theme as well, so I'll see what I can do with that...***
Offworld Antics - Chapter 3
- Crushes, Critters and Camoulfague -
The colonel and the doctor wandered through the forest, until the camp was no longer in sight. Suddenly Daniel stopped, causing Jack to let off a round dozen of explicits as the doc's spade hit a rather vulnerable area.
"What the *hell* did you do that for Danny? For your sake make it good," he said hoarsly, eyes watering in agony.
"What? Oh, sorry..I just heard voices, the clearing must be up here somewhere."
The colonel's ranting about psychopathic doctors weilding dangerous weapons only stopped when Carter's voice filtered through the trees.
"Hey, don't you insult Janet!"
O'Neill and Jackson exchanged glances. Daniel silently pointed in the direction, and they crept forewards toward a gap in the trees.
"She's so much better behaved than Junior. Look at that face,"
They caught sight of Sam. She stood near the centre of the clearing, pointing to a small fuzzy creature, which resembled a rabbit.
Jack had to admit, the major had a point. The critter was positively adorable.
White fluffy fur, cute little pink paws, big baby blues, lots of lovely sharp teeth...wait a second-
"Now *that* adorable thing wouldn't hurt a fly. Whereas, your goa'uld...well...let's just say their breed is a little...tempremental..."
"Mood is tense, not a breath of wind, perfect conditions. Checks out the angle, he lines up for the penalty-"
Just as it went to bite down on Sam's tasty looking fingers, O'Neill took three long strides, and kicked the furry feral for six.
"*He scores*!!"
With a squelch, the evil extraterrestrial hit a tree, and peeled itself off. Looking rather dazed and pancake-shaped, it staggered off into the forest.
O'Neill promptly dropped his pack, pulled his shirt over his head, and began running victory-laps.
After bowing sevral times to a nearby tree, and muttering what strangely sounded like, "Thankyou, thankyou, it was nothing truly. Oh no, you're too kind madam," he turned his attention back to his companions, two of which had their eyebrows reaching their hairlines (or where Teal'c's would be), and one of which had a rather soppy look on her face.
"Er herm." He attempted a gruff voice.
"Carter what have I told you about cute looking alien creatures? I mean, Martouf, Orlin, Nareem, and all the rest, don't you *learn?*"
Sam quickly pulled her eyes back into their sockets, and turned them from his very toned midriff which was conveniently exposed by his tangled tshirt, to his pretty darn cute face.
Closing her mouth, her face turned sad and forlorn, "I thought Janet was a good bunny, I didn't know she had those big," lip tremble, "sharp," eyebrows knit, "dangerous," picture of innocence, "teeth..."Her big baby blue eyes filled with tears.
"Oh hay now Carter, don't go crying..." O'Neill looked incredibly uncomfortable and stared at his feet.
"If you take me back to camp, and give me one of those chocolate bars you hide in the bottom of your pack, I won't cry..." Carter batted her eyelashes.
Muttering something which sounded strangely like, "Manipulative females!" and "How did she know about the stash?", the colonel pulled his shirt back to its normal position (Sam's face fell), and grabbed his pack.
"Alright, let's head back to camp." He set off into the trees.
"Uh, Jack?" Daniel hesitantly pointed in the opposite direction.
"I knew that! I was just ...er... checking that critter wasn't coming back!" Nodding to himself, he strode off in the direction of Daniel's finger.
***
"Ooh, is one mine??" squeaked Sam, pointing exitedly at the satndard issue airforce tents.
"Danny, get those flowers away from her," the colonel growled, rubbing his temples. The half and hour trekking back to camp had been unbearable.
Carter had insisted on stopping to pick every one of the strange alien flowers she saw, and no matter how many O'Neill and the doc took away, another would always find its way back into her pocket.
Sam would stop suddenly, sit down on the ground, and watch a butterfly float past her, only to bounce up and sprint foreward as soon as it had passed, giggling and screeching, "All the pretty colours!". Then she kept moaning about poor squashed Janet, and Teal'c bad pet, and Teal'c, taking offence, was trudging along silently, face pouting, and hands patting his stomach.
All in all, both O'Neill and Jackson were very relieved when they finally spotted the camouflague tents flapping slightly in the cool evening breeze.
"How about we all sit down and play something *quiet*?" Jackson finally suggested, after Sam had raced between the tents and decided which one was the nicest, which happened to be his, and had begun to put the perfume- filled flowers all over it.
"But, wait...Grizzly promised chocolate if we came back...where is it?" She stopped decorating the tent, and stamped her foot impatiently.
"Its coming Carter, hold on." O'Neill groaned as his knees protested, and slowly made his way to his tent. Rummaging around for a few seconds, he produced two chocolate bars.
"Now, one each. But," as Sam's hand made a grab for the tempting treats, "you have to give me all your flowers." He wiggled the chocolate inticingly.
Slowly the pair began to pull flowers off themselves. The alluring fragrance increased as the plants were taken from the most unlikely places. On radios, in clip pockets, in the barrel of Carter's P90, one trailing from around Teal'c's head, and O'Neill could have sworn he saw Sam produce one from under her black tshirt.
Shaking his head hurridly to clear some VERY innappropriate thoughts, the colonel gave them a stern look. "Is that *all*?"
Five more appeared on the pile.
"Good. Now you can have chocolate."
Teal'c and Carter's faces lit up and they bit into the gooey goodness.
In less than a minute, their faces adorned with brown smudges and gigantic smiles, Sam and the Jaffa handed back the empty wrappers to O'Neill.
Daniel, clucking about messy children, bustled over and wiped their hands and faces. Satisfied the pair were spotless, he turned to the colonel.
"What do you think Jack? Do we take turns guarding them, swap at dawn? Or-"
"I don't think that's necessary Danny." O'Neill pointed. Sam and Teal'c were both looking rather drowzy. Carter yawned, stretched, and closed her eyes, before curling up into a ball on the ground. Teal'c quickly followed suit.
"Can you take Teal'c Daniel?" The doctor nodded, and the two tiptoed across to Sam and Teal'c.
O'Neill scooped up Sam, and carried her to her tent. He undid the outside, and gently placed Sam inside. Unzipping her sleeping bag, he placed her into it, and made sure she was comfortable.
"Hopefully, once you get some sleep, you be able to tackle that nasty DHD," he murmured, as he gently pulled a flower from her hair. "But sleep now, ok?"
Carter closed her eyes. "You saved my fingers from bad Janet." Smiling sleepily, she muttered, "My hero. Grizzly." Curling up tighter in her sleeping bag, she soon fell asleep.
Jack leaned over and gently kissed her temple. "Sweet dreams," he murmured.
Quietly he made his way outside, and closed the tent behind him.
***
Ok, I need your opinion on this, how was it? Thank you so much everyone who has been helping, especially the reviewers! You guys are fantastic! More is coming soon, I promise :)
Thankyou thankyou thankyou to all the people who reviewed, I know it's kind of annoying to do, but it makes writing soo much easier!!
Soz bout the delay in posting this, my creative inspiration had taken a temporary holiday (darn that clause in the contract) but I promise the next chapter is on its way very soon.
BTW, any suggestions on what to do when you and a friend like the same guy greatly appreciated!!!
YAY!! Party time! Stargate's coming back on here tonight! Inspiration for me to write!
***Ok, on with the story, but be warned, cute-creature bashing is contained!! :D I'm enjoying this SJ theme as well, so I'll see what I can do with that...***
Offworld Antics - Chapter 3
- Crushes, Critters and Camoulfague -
The colonel and the doctor wandered through the forest, until the camp was no longer in sight. Suddenly Daniel stopped, causing Jack to let off a round dozen of explicits as the doc's spade hit a rather vulnerable area.
"What the *hell* did you do that for Danny? For your sake make it good," he said hoarsly, eyes watering in agony.
"What? Oh, sorry..I just heard voices, the clearing must be up here somewhere."
The colonel's ranting about psychopathic doctors weilding dangerous weapons only stopped when Carter's voice filtered through the trees.
"Hey, don't you insult Janet!"
O'Neill and Jackson exchanged glances. Daniel silently pointed in the direction, and they crept forewards toward a gap in the trees.
"She's so much better behaved than Junior. Look at that face,"
They caught sight of Sam. She stood near the centre of the clearing, pointing to a small fuzzy creature, which resembled a rabbit.
Jack had to admit, the major had a point. The critter was positively adorable.
White fluffy fur, cute little pink paws, big baby blues, lots of lovely sharp teeth...wait a second-
"Now *that* adorable thing wouldn't hurt a fly. Whereas, your goa'uld...well...let's just say their breed is a little...tempremental..."
"Mood is tense, not a breath of wind, perfect conditions. Checks out the angle, he lines up for the penalty-"
Just as it went to bite down on Sam's tasty looking fingers, O'Neill took three long strides, and kicked the furry feral for six.
"*He scores*!!"
With a squelch, the evil extraterrestrial hit a tree, and peeled itself off. Looking rather dazed and pancake-shaped, it staggered off into the forest.
O'Neill promptly dropped his pack, pulled his shirt over his head, and began running victory-laps.
After bowing sevral times to a nearby tree, and muttering what strangely sounded like, "Thankyou, thankyou, it was nothing truly. Oh no, you're too kind madam," he turned his attention back to his companions, two of which had their eyebrows reaching their hairlines (or where Teal'c's would be), and one of which had a rather soppy look on her face.
"Er herm." He attempted a gruff voice.
"Carter what have I told you about cute looking alien creatures? I mean, Martouf, Orlin, Nareem, and all the rest, don't you *learn?*"
Sam quickly pulled her eyes back into their sockets, and turned them from his very toned midriff which was conveniently exposed by his tangled tshirt, to his pretty darn cute face.
Closing her mouth, her face turned sad and forlorn, "I thought Janet was a good bunny, I didn't know she had those big," lip tremble, "sharp," eyebrows knit, "dangerous," picture of innocence, "teeth..."Her big baby blue eyes filled with tears.
"Oh hay now Carter, don't go crying..." O'Neill looked incredibly uncomfortable and stared at his feet.
"If you take me back to camp, and give me one of those chocolate bars you hide in the bottom of your pack, I won't cry..." Carter batted her eyelashes.
Muttering something which sounded strangely like, "Manipulative females!" and "How did she know about the stash?", the colonel pulled his shirt back to its normal position (Sam's face fell), and grabbed his pack.
"Alright, let's head back to camp." He set off into the trees.
"Uh, Jack?" Daniel hesitantly pointed in the opposite direction.
"I knew that! I was just ...er... checking that critter wasn't coming back!" Nodding to himself, he strode off in the direction of Daniel's finger.
***
"Ooh, is one mine??" squeaked Sam, pointing exitedly at the satndard issue airforce tents.
"Danny, get those flowers away from her," the colonel growled, rubbing his temples. The half and hour trekking back to camp had been unbearable.
Carter had insisted on stopping to pick every one of the strange alien flowers she saw, and no matter how many O'Neill and the doc took away, another would always find its way back into her pocket.
Sam would stop suddenly, sit down on the ground, and watch a butterfly float past her, only to bounce up and sprint foreward as soon as it had passed, giggling and screeching, "All the pretty colours!". Then she kept moaning about poor squashed Janet, and Teal'c bad pet, and Teal'c, taking offence, was trudging along silently, face pouting, and hands patting his stomach.
All in all, both O'Neill and Jackson were very relieved when they finally spotted the camouflague tents flapping slightly in the cool evening breeze.
"How about we all sit down and play something *quiet*?" Jackson finally suggested, after Sam had raced between the tents and decided which one was the nicest, which happened to be his, and had begun to put the perfume- filled flowers all over it.
"But, wait...Grizzly promised chocolate if we came back...where is it?" She stopped decorating the tent, and stamped her foot impatiently.
"Its coming Carter, hold on." O'Neill groaned as his knees protested, and slowly made his way to his tent. Rummaging around for a few seconds, he produced two chocolate bars.
"Now, one each. But," as Sam's hand made a grab for the tempting treats, "you have to give me all your flowers." He wiggled the chocolate inticingly.
Slowly the pair began to pull flowers off themselves. The alluring fragrance increased as the plants were taken from the most unlikely places. On radios, in clip pockets, in the barrel of Carter's P90, one trailing from around Teal'c's head, and O'Neill could have sworn he saw Sam produce one from under her black tshirt.
Shaking his head hurridly to clear some VERY innappropriate thoughts, the colonel gave them a stern look. "Is that *all*?"
Five more appeared on the pile.
"Good. Now you can have chocolate."
Teal'c and Carter's faces lit up and they bit into the gooey goodness.
In less than a minute, their faces adorned with brown smudges and gigantic smiles, Sam and the Jaffa handed back the empty wrappers to O'Neill.
Daniel, clucking about messy children, bustled over and wiped their hands and faces. Satisfied the pair were spotless, he turned to the colonel.
"What do you think Jack? Do we take turns guarding them, swap at dawn? Or-"
"I don't think that's necessary Danny." O'Neill pointed. Sam and Teal'c were both looking rather drowzy. Carter yawned, stretched, and closed her eyes, before curling up into a ball on the ground. Teal'c quickly followed suit.
"Can you take Teal'c Daniel?" The doctor nodded, and the two tiptoed across to Sam and Teal'c.
O'Neill scooped up Sam, and carried her to her tent. He undid the outside, and gently placed Sam inside. Unzipping her sleeping bag, he placed her into it, and made sure she was comfortable.
"Hopefully, once you get some sleep, you be able to tackle that nasty DHD," he murmured, as he gently pulled a flower from her hair. "But sleep now, ok?"
Carter closed her eyes. "You saved my fingers from bad Janet." Smiling sleepily, she muttered, "My hero. Grizzly." Curling up tighter in her sleeping bag, she soon fell asleep.
Jack leaned over and gently kissed her temple. "Sweet dreams," he murmured.
Quietly he made his way outside, and closed the tent behind him.
***
Ok, I need your opinion on this, how was it? Thank you so much everyone who has been helping, especially the reviewers! You guys are fantastic! More is coming soon, I promise :)