Author: Amberfly

Title: The Incursion

Challenge: 4 words and a bonus 5th.

Series: Whimsy.

Warnings: None.

Feedback: Yes, please.

This is written in the Whimsy Universe.

TOY SOLDIER, BLANKET, DUST BUNNY, NIGHT LIGHT...bonus word is MUSIC BOX.

"Ah-ten-shun!"

The toy soldier snapped to attention his green helmet chewed and sadly misshapen. He didn't care; he'd survived the grim torture of being gummed, and considered he'd come out the other side a better soldier. His sergeant, also accidentally chewed by their baby, told him he'd be okay, and that was all a soldier needed to hear.

Today, the crooked green toy soldier was on an important mission. A dust bunny had been sighted under the blankets of the baby. The pixie on the night-light had alerted the platoon early that morning, and Sergeant Saunders had called a mission briefing. Their CO, the colonel, was sadly still in the infirmary; the daddy had trodden on him last night and had said words unbecoming of an officer. But the squad understood, and was hopeful their beloved CO would make a full recovery. "Colonel O'Neill," Sergeant Sanders had told the hushed room of toys, "would always make sure a fellow soldier was okay."

The sergeant rocked his way to the fine young soldier and gave him the obligatory sergeant pep talk." Soldier, there has been an incursion, and I need you to take care of it. Remember, if you are caught, wave your weapon and I'll send reinforcements!"

The brave young green toy soldier snapped to attention. "Sarge! I am ready."

"Good man, our baby boy is relying on you!"

"Sarge, I won't let Danny down!" With his rolling gait, the toy soldier finally made it to the bed with the fine patch work quilt, and looking up noted with satisfaction the daddy had left the night light on. "Ah, good thinking, Colonel!" So far, it was going well, but Special Ops were tricky missions, and dust bunnies were even trickier.

Tapping out his Morse code, he let the 'sarge know that the dust bunny suspected nothing. "Excellent, the enemy will have no where to hide." The soldier had his lingering doubts though. Looking at his cruelly chewed M15, the fearless toy soldier feared it may not fire anymore, but, he knew his duty. He had to go in. His baby depended on him.

Suddenly *BLINK* the light went on.

Dropping to the floor like all good toys knew to do when the daddy came in; the toy soldier watched as the honey haired woman walked over to the bed, and with her long fingers, flicked open the lid of the music box, and while the tinkling music played, she hummed softly along to its tune.

Leaning down and scooping the waking baby into her arms, she crooned her hello, and turning around, she shut the tinkling music boxes lid. Switching off the pixie night light as well, she sung the song from the music box a little louder, making the baby giggle wide awake.

"Hey, look at you! Here Jack, someone needs you!"

Handing the baby to the colonel daddy, the woman with the honey colored hair swept down and plucked the errant dust bunny between her fingers and clicked her tongue. To the toy soldiers shock, she scolded the colonel daddy and wagged a finger under his colonel nose. Never had he heard such insubordination!

"Jack O'Neill! Your house keeping is awful!"

"Good help is so hard to get! Still, Danny is safe and sound and that's all that matters, right?"

"How convenient!" Laughing and strolling out hand in hand, the toy soldier listened as the colonel daddy and the honey haired lady talked to the baby and grunted his approval. "Okay, that went well. She must have been Special Ops." How else, he wondered, would she have known where the enemy had bunkered down? "Crafty, sir, sending in a woman."

Struggling to his feet and rolling back to his platoon, the chewed and somewhat crooked little green toy soldier gave his report. "Sergeant Saunders, mission accomplished."

Taking the gruff, "well done, soldier" and hearing the claps and joyous cries from the toy box civilians, the green toy soldier took his much needed R & R.

Tomorrow was another day in the room of Daniel O'Neill, and with the daddy and his house keeping skills, he was always on patrol.