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Give me a fandom (one I'm familiar with, pls), a character or two, and a prompt, and I will put them into the blender that is my mind and pour whatever comes out into a festive glass. Also I will garnish it with fruit!


This sounds like a good idea and I haven't written much in a very long time. I need to get back to it even if just some drabbles. I know a lot of that has been health issues getting put to the forfront and then my crafting muse scares off my writing muse and then working on the Bible Institute's website and the whole thing of having a relationship with a guy. :-)

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How about a cross-over, of sorts? Rodney (SG: Atlantis) and Jack (SG-1)? Running into an army of...Baal clones?

Here we go...about 15mins worth. ;-)

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General Jack O'Neill scrubbed his hands over his face with a groan. If it wasn't bad enough that he had gotten saddled with having to debrief Atlantis' resident mad scientist, which he found out didn't really cotton to that term and, so, he had continued to use it, but, now, they had gotten themselves trapped in a storage closet while the Alpha site got over run by more Ba'al's than you could shake a stick at, if you even had a fricken stick...

"Um, General?" McKay's voice cut through his current train of thought and O'Neill glared at the scientist hard enough to make the other man squirm.

"What?" he hissed, trying his best to keep his voice even.

McKay swallowed visibly. "Uh, you may want to...umm...try deep breathing or...um...breathing actually." He made this vague gesture in the general area of his head. "You've got this vein on your forehead that's bulging.” His fingers twitched as if to demonstrate it pulsating. “ I'd really rather you not have a stroke or something, what with the shooting and Goa'uld and everything."

O'Neill counted to ten before responding. “I”ll just do that,” he drawled out. “Meanwhile, why don't you try to raise the Daedalus on you computer and have them beam us out of here?” He gave McKay's tablet computer a poke.

McKay clutched it possessively to his chest and sighed. “I already told you that I've been trying to do that, but they've been jamming us.”

“Can't you work around that?' O'Neill snapped. “Are you the one who's supposed to have a brain the size of a planet?” he asked.

The Scientist bristled at that. “Fine,” he snapped turning his attention back to the small computer. “Why don't you just ask for a miracle there while you're at it. Maybe I could just pull a Zat out of my--” his retort was cut off by a hiss of static from the device.

“.....Neill.....come.....Kay...”

“That's them,” Jack said, reaching to grab for the computer, but McKay tightened his grip.

“I know,” he snarled, typing in several commands. “Let's see if this--” his voice trailed off as the voice over the tiny speakers became clearer.

“This is the Daedalus. General O'Neill do you read me?”

McKay stabbed a finger on the screen and announced. “This is Doctor Rodney McKay, you're coming loud and clear, now get us the heck out of here!”

Outside the door, they could hear a muffled voice saying, “I heard something in there. They must be in there!”

O'Neill groaned and rolled his eyes, swearing under his breath, as he grabbed for his Barrera only to find himself pointing it at Colonel Steven Caldwell.

Caldwell stared down the barrel of the gun. “General, I apologize for our late arrival,” he said, his eyebrows arching.

O'Neill quickly holstered the weapon and sighed. “Apology accepted.” He shook his head. “I was going to say 'great timing'. Another couple minutes and we would have been up to our eye...Ba'als.” He winced at the sound of that and looked around for McKay. The man had wisely slipped away to the science station and out of reach. O'Neill scrubbed a hand over his face again and groaned. “I'm getting too old for this.”