Author: gothfeary (a.k.a. Kat)

Title: Rule # 50

Series: This is why we have Rules

Rating: K+ for minor violence.

Summery: Rule 50) The answer to a condescending Tok'ra is not "Sick em' Floppy!" 625 words.

Spoilers: Season 9 casting.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, but I do own the stupid situations I put these poor characters into! Oh, and SG-3 and Floppy. I own them, but I'll share with you guys! No actors were harmed in the making of this fic.

A/N: Apparently I didn't write enough yesterday… I woke up this morning to find my muse bite all swollen and turning a funny green-is/purple colour, and there is no way that can be good.

Dedicated to: spacemonkey1129 , turbomagnus , and Romulus Magnus (I know it's not Kinsey, but still...)

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Col. Carter stuck her head out of her office, ensuring that the hallways were clear. When she felt satisfied that no one was around, she crept back to the mini fridge she had installed in her lab (at the insistence of Janet, and her husband) and pulled out a Tupperware container. Popping it into the microwave (once again, installed at the insistence of Janet and Jack) she heated its contents slightly.

With her warm treasure in hand; she crept as silently down the hall as she could, towards Daniel's lab. Tapping softly on his door, she waited for her team to come out.

An instant later, out came Daniel, Teal'c and Cameron, all making as little noise as possible.

"Did you bring it?" asked Daniel in hushed tones.

"Yep, grade A prime cut." she replied, holding the container up for all to see.

"Let's get this show on the road," ordered Cameron, taking point.

Silently, SG-1 snuck down the thankfully empty halls towards the lab Lt. Jennifer Hailey worked in, and the lab where Floppy the Jakalope slept.

Opening the door, Cameron darted in, gesturing for the rest to follow him. Sam went right over to the small furry alien creature currently chewing on a piece of discarded metal piping. Making soft appreciative noises, she sat down and opened the container she brought with her. Floppy's noise twitched as he raised his head to sniff out what smelled so good. Sam reached over and pulled him into her lap. Daniel took the container from her and pulled out a long, thin strip of the finest New York steak available, cooked to a perfect rare. Offering it to Floppy, Daniel began murmuring soft words of praise when Floppy began purring happily, as he munched on his treat.

-Flashback-

Anise stood up from the table on which she, her host Freya, Lt. Hailey, Col. Samantha Carter, and Dr. Felger had spread out their work on adapting Ancient technology to use in an Alkesh. She looked over the work of the Tau'ri called 'Hailey' with distain.

"Your calculations are flawed." she plainly stated in the deep voice of the symbiote, "the formulas you used are incorrect."

Lt. Hailey looked up from her laptop and glaring at the taller woman, retorted, "Not if you take into account the existence of a pre-existing Goa'uld cloak."

"I highly doubt you took into consideration all the factors that would be associated with such a situation."

"Actually, I have. Now how about you do your work, and let me do mine?" the blond snapped.

"Please, Anise simply wishes to point out a potential mistake. Do not be offended." This was the host speaking, he voice mush softer, less full of contempt.

"That's alright, Freya." she sighed. I'll never get used to this, she thought to herself as she reached down to the floor to scratch behind Floppy's ears, "But if Anise had bothered to ask me what the biases of my calculations was, she would have seen that despite my 'limited scientific knowledge' I was actually correct."

Her eyes literally flashed in anger as Anise took control once more.

"These," she gestured sharply at work on the table, "is little more than the ramblings of an ignorant, arrogant and self-inflated child." she sneered condescendingly.

Lt. Jennifer Hailey lost it, just lost it. Turning her cold, hard and angry gaze on Anise she pointed at the Tok'ra.

"Sick em' Floppy!"

Floppy lunged, his teeth flashing briefly before clamping down on Anise's leg.

-End Flashback-

"I wish I could have seen that," moaned Daniel softly, "I'm so proud of you," he told Floppy as he fed him the last of the steak strips.

Scratching the little critter behind the ears, Teal'c replied in his usually stoic manner, "Indeed"

-End-

A/N 2: Well, would you look at that! My muse bite is no longer swollen, and is turning a normal skin-type colour! Now all that's left are two tiny little red pin prick-like marks... Wait a sec, that's a bloody Vampire bite! Oh crud... Quick! I need reviews! Reviews are the only thing that can keep me from becoming one of the Un-Dead! So hit the shiny button that says 'GO' and save my immortal soul!