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Jellyfish and Space Travelers
Meanwhile…
I don't own SGA or Sg-1. Look, my people, I really need ideas for this story. As you can see, I haven't updated in a long time because I'm running out of ideas. So I appreciate any help…
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Lorne tapped his finger on the desk. "Your turn, doc." he told Zelenka, grinning, like, evilly. Zelenka rubbed away the sweat that was forming on his brow.
"Ah…yes, yes."
Ten minutes later, Zelenka slowly moved his hand over a rook. Lorne sighed heavily and tilted his chair back on its hind legs. "Come onnnn!"
"Major! This is not to be rushed!"
"Right. No rushing." Finally, however, Zelenka moved a bishop forward. Lorne sat back up, scrutinizing the board. "Uh-oh, doc."
"What?"
"Maybe castling at the beginning of the game wasn't such a good idea…"
"What? What?" moaned Zelenka, eyes darting over the pieces.
"Checkmate."
"What?"
"I said checkmate."
"That's not possible."
"Um…yeah, it is. Look!" Lorne leaned over and pointed out where his queen had Zelenka's king cornered.
Zelenka's eyes widened to about twice their normal size. "No! I am the champion here! I usually beat everyone! EVERYONE! I SHOULD HAVE WON!"
Lorne blinked, a little freaked out. "Doc, it's only a game."
"BUT IT IS MY GAME!"
"Okaaay." muttered Lorne, pulling a face. He looked up as Chuck (the cutest technician in the universe), came up behind Zelenka. He sat down next to Lorne, both watching as the scientist went all…weird.
"What's up with him?" asked Chuck, taking a sip of coffee.
"I beat him at 'his game'."
"NOOOO!" cried Zelenka, ripping chunks of hair out of his head.
"Ohhhhh." said Chuck, nodding sagely. "So, how's it going?"
"Oh, it's okay I guess."
"NOOOO!"
"Oh. Since the Colonel's been gone, everything's been really quiet."
"NOOOO!"
"Jeez, doc, shut UP! Yeah, it has been quiet."