Summary: Willow. Carter. Alternate realities. Gripe session. Tequila.
Crossover: BTVS / Stargate SG-1
Notes: Umm, I have no idea where this one popped up from, but it wouldn't go away no matter how hard I pushed, so I figured what the frell and started typing. Mostly I was just glad my muse came back from her vacation. Not that she took me along with her, nooo...
Disclaimer: Oh, c'mon. You know it's all theirs. You know the ones I'm talkin' about. Those rich people, the smart-alecky ones that like those frakking cliffhangers...
THAT ALTERNATE REALITY STUFF...
By screaminheathen69
"It was so weird. I mean, I'd already met one me from an alternate reality, but this..." Lt. Col. Samantha Carter threw back another shot of tequila and pulled a face.
"Was it really that bad?" Willow poured them both another shot.
"Yes! It's wiggins inducing enough to have all those doubles running around the SGC, but a bunch of 'em were people that're dead in this reality." She tossed back another shot while Willow giggled at her slightly inebriated astrophysicist friend's use of the phrase 'wiggins inducing'. "But to hafta work with a coupla dozen other me's..."
Sam sighed heavily. "There's just so much a girl can take, ya know?"
Willow downed her shot and shrugged. "Got felt up by a vampire version of myself once."
Carter stared at Willow for a minute, wide-eyed.
"Yeah. Okay. You win..."
'To thee no star be dark...'
