A/N: Inspiration struck for this fic during a massive thunderstorm today and in the midst or writing an email to Techie partly complaining about writer's block and the other part to review the latest chapter of WPBA.

It struck so hard that I started writing this chapter from the beginning, like I usually do, then oddly this all just poured out. I didn't even get to the idea I had.

Weird, huh?

Part 11-Shots

"How does he even know that song? Madge?"

She shrugged, "I barely know him."

A still laughing Lennon braced herself against the wall to help her get off the floor, "Maybe the little alien has a thing for musicals."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to look at some Earth culture." Madison defended her latest crush with a rare scowl.

Lennon wiped a tear from her eye, "Either he watched West Side Story of listened to some Julie Andrews tracks, and either one is ridiculous for a grown man to do."

Charlotte rolled her neck, grateful for the small fact Lennon was no longer harping on her for the song, "Let's not stand in the middle of the hallway. We have to sweep the rest of this place for stray bunnies." She took off with a glance behind her, "Come on."

"Slave driver." Lennon muttered and followed.

Madison started whistling random notes, looking forward to seeing one Jonas Quinn again, and a little surprised Charlotte didn't get too huffy over it.

As a team, they had become a well-oiled machine during sweeps, and Charlotte didn't have to give many orders as to what they were doing.

On the next floor, Madison cracked open a door and the sound of shots being fired trailed out into the hall, echoing.

"What the-"

Madison hastily closed it; her heart had skipped a beat or two. Maybe two and a half.

"Relax you two. It's the firing range," Charlotte calmly explained. "I'll take it."

"Alright goon, don't have too much fun."

"Never." She squared her shoulders and walked in the little check-in area, the sound of gunfire having stopped.

A scarily large man in a green jumpsuit was sitting behind the desk, looking not as bored as Charlotte was expecting.

He looked up, visibly jumped at the sight of her, and rustled something under the desk. "Uh… what can I do for you?" The airmen swallowed heavily and looked like he had just been caught with a hand in … the cookie jar. Yep. 'Cookie jar.'

Charlotte quirked her eyebrow at the scene, keeping her mind off of what she assumed the airmen was looking at. "Just taking a look around for a friend."

"The only one in there is Major Lorne."

Ahh, a name she recognized. She put on a sly and annoyed grin, "I'm on a mission to get my sunglasses back."

The airman laughed and took in her appearance – bright red hair contrasting with the black SG uniform and her own black vest, "I wouldn't want to be him with you on the way. I'll just need to see your ID and you'll have to leave your bag out here."

Her eyebrow stayed raised, did she look that menacing? "Sure." She dug out a fake SGC Air Force ID and set her pack down.

"K. Go get 'em." He handed the ID back.

Charlotte took it and laughed, "He won't know what hit him."

The door to the firing range was closed as protocol called for, and Charlotte wondered just how many doors she had opened that day as she opened that door.

Dozens? Hundreds? This universe had more doors to get through than freakin Fort Knox.

To her left was the doorway to the weapons locker and to her right the small firing range with Major Lorne inspecting a Beretta at one of the stations, and his back turned to her.

Her attention was turned to the firing range when from behind one of the shelves of weapons, a blur of pink fur caught her eye and in one motion she drew her hidden zat and dove for what cover she could find, which consisted of the wall the weapons locker door was on.

Again with the doors.

Lorne had resumed firing at the target and didn't seem to notice what was going on just a few feet behind him, mostly due to the SEP field radiating through the whole base.

Charlotte slid down the wall to a crouching position, and practically had a heart attack.

Jetting out innocently from her right thigh was a red arrow.

She stared for a few seconds and yanked it out angrily, not even wincing since adrenaline had taken over.

She peaked around the edge of the doorway and spied the culprit.

The plot bunny had returned to standing on all fours, its bow strung around a shoulder and the white feathery wings laid flat.

Without hesitation she zatted it once and it fell unconscious.

Cursing her luck, the very pissed-off Bunny Buster CO stormed up to the unconscious bunny.

It had deep pink fur instead of bright-and-happy pink. "Of course…" She prodded it with the toe of her boot, "Lenny gets the fluff and I get the smut."

She resisted the urge to kick it across the room or pin it up on one of the targets over at the firing range, and resigned herself to just zat it two more times. But she still had one hell of an adrenaline rush.

And something else going on.

Her eyes flashed over to Major Lorne and her gaze lowered to his… backside.

Charlotte shook her head out of rather inappropriate thoughts and repeated to herself, "I will not jump Major Lorne. I will not jump Major Lorne. I will not jump Major Lorne…"

Normally, when a smut ship bunny shot a team member, the mission would be scrubbed and the Buster team would high-tail it back to Head Quarters. Fluffs were a little different, as long as the team member remained out of contact with a member of the opposite sex for a couple hours after infection, it was fine. No fluff-ship made, no harm done.

Smuts... well... they were a tad more powerful and it was often difficult to keep the team member away from a member of the opposite sex.

Charlotte, being a CO knew this and the other rules and facts like the back of her hand.

But, she could handle it. She was a CO after all. Tough as nails. Been to and studied hundreds of universes and fandoms. She knew exactly forty-seven ways to kill a plot bunny with a toothpick.

So she continued the job and checked the rest of the weapons locker.

Then the ultimate test of her determination and control was upon her. She had to take a look at the firing range and in order to do that, she had to get closer to a certain, rather attractive, flyboy.

"Ahh crap."

---In the Hall---

Madison looked at her watch worriedly, "What's taking her so long?"

"Beats me." Lennon leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. She hadn't slept for getting near to two days, and it was starting to show. At least Madison and Charlotte had managed to snag a few zzz's.

Madison huffed and tapped her radio, "Charlie?" She bit her lip when there was no answer. "Charlie?"

"She's really doing that a lot today, and she was mad at me."

"We're coming in, Charlie."

"No need. Everything's fine. Can't talk right now." Their CO's voice came over both their radios curtly.

Shrugging, Madison obeyed the indirect order to shut up and turned off her mic. "How's the mission going for you?"

Lennon snorted, "Are you serious?"

"I was just asking."

"Well don't." With her eyes still closed, Lennon crossed her arms as a signal for Madison to stop the questions.

But Madison either didn't get the hint, or cared too much to stop. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. Other than the rather insaneness of this mission."

"It's been pretty normal, except for Charlie singing and everything."

"That's what you think." It came out of her mouth before she could help it. It must've been because she was a little more relaxed with Madge about things that Charlie would get pissed about.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." She felt a rather hard hit on her arm. "Hey! What was that for?" She had opened her eyes and rubber where Madison slapped her.

"You're hiding something, now spill!"

"Jeeze, you hit hard, woman! I'm gonna have a bruise now, I just know it."
"Stop avoiding the question!" Madison exclaimed, yet somehow keeping her voice to a reasonable level.

"I am not avoiding anything." Lenny's eyes betrayed her though.

Madison caught it, "I've seen that look…" Her mind quickly processed a comment Lenny had made hours earlier, "So. How's that canon you talked to, what was his name…McKay?"

Lenny's face twisted into a state of shock and embarrassment, and she felt it flush red.

"Ha! I knew it!" Madison beamed with joy of being right. "Have you kissed him?"

Lenny's face continued to flush but she denied, "No, of course not."

"You can tell me, I won't tell Charlie. I promise."

"No matter what?" It wasn't like it happened of her accord, and they really should have left the base.

"Yep." Madison meant it fully. She always kept her promises.

Lenny had been dying to get it off her chest, and she trusted Madge more than she really would admit, "Remember that fluff ship bunny arrow?"

"Yeah."

Lenny circled her hand to get Madison to put the pieces together.

It took a few moments.

"Oh… OH! Oh my gosh! Lenny, this isn't good."

"I have it under control. I just have to ditch Charlie at some point before we go."

"You sure? Shouldn't we bail or something?"

"I'm positive. And we've been here for a while since it happened and the universe hasn't caved in yet, so we're good."

"Okay… if you say so." Madison wasn't sure, but Lenny technically was her superior and she had made a promise to not say anything…

"I do say so. We're not speaking of this again, it's embarrassing enough."

"What's so embarrassing about a kiss?"

"Umm…" Lennon fought back her face blushing. Again. She really needed to learn to control that.

Madison gaped, "How far did you go?"

"Just kissing. Lots of kissing."

"That isn't anything to worry about." She reassured her.

Lennon huffed, "Put yourself in my position and see if you say that. Where is Charlie anyway? The firing range isn't all that big."

"There is someone in there."

"Even working around someone shouldn't take all this long." Lenny eyed the stubbornly closed door.

"Charlie's always been the careful one." Leave it to Madison to find the silver lining in every situation.

"The way this mission is going, I don't like this one bit. I'm going in."

"Lenny, do want to disobey another order today?"

"How would she do that?" Charlie moved out into the hall, looking no worse for wear.

"She was worried."

"Was not! The amount of time you were taking was a little much is all."

"There was a guy in there; I couldn't start zatting the stray ship bunnies in the firing range with him just standing there."

"I know that, but-"

"But nothing. Let's keep going." Charlie walked passed her teammates, every inch of her wanting out of this stupid universe.

"Why don't we split up?" Madison called up to her as she jogged to catch up, Lenny muttering beside her.

Charlie stopped and turned around, "Excuse me?"

Madison swallowed, "You know, clear some more ground, get out of here sooner. I can watch Lenny." She gave one of her innocent smiles.

"I don't need-" Lenny stopped talking once Madison hit her. Again.

Charlotte thought for a second, it would mean they'd get out sooner, and if Lenny had a pair of eyes looking out for her… "Fine. You two finish this floor up through 15, I'll get the last three. Keep in radio contact."

Madison kept smiling, "Shiny. See you later."

"Bye, don't get in trouble." Lennon waved sarcastically.

Charlie glared and walked off without another word.

"What crawled up her tokhes?" Lenny stared after her CO.

"I'll talk to her later." Madison grinned sweetly and bubbly, "Right now, you have an astrophysicist to find."

Lenny dug out the two-way radio from her pocket and realized she should say something, "Uh… thanks Madge. Really."

"No problem." Madison eyed the little radio, curious to where she had gotten it from. But then she realized Lenny carried everything possible from every universe in that beat up pack and shrugged it off. She did always wonder how the geek managed to drag it along everywhere without bending over from the weight.

Lenny turned on the radio, "Hey Rodney, you busy?"

A/N: I know… no McKay/Lenny. Again. But obviously it's on its way! I promise this time.

Charlie can be so fun to play with.

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