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Live in fear, I have another brief teaser from Return to Pegasus, Part II for you all:
*cackles and slips off to dinner*
Spoiler:
Sheppard stood at attention as he and Woolsey explained the events of the last few hours to General O'Neill at Homeworld Command. O'Neill was one of the few commanding officers Sheppard had ever had that he'd truly respected, not only for the fact that O'Neill actually gave a damn about the men and women who served under him, but also because he'd just as soon rather be back in the trenches with them instead of playing desk jockey. Plus, he was just a cool guy all around. The scowl on O'Neill's face now gave Sheppard a slight feeling of dread and shame at disappointing the man.
Of course, it was just as possible that the odd feelings were from the fact that John was currently residing in someone else's body. It was his first time being "stoned," as those aboard the faraway Destiny had unofficially nicknamed the procedure, and he wasn't relishing the experience. He wondered vaguely if this was anything like what Steven Caldwell had felt like while he'd been under the control of a Goa'uld symbiote. Before he started drawing up plans to compare notes with Caldwell the next time the two met, O'Neill drew John's attention with an arch look across his desk.
"Sheppard, what did I tell you before you took off with Atlantis?"
"Avoid eleventh hour saves and draining the ZPM," Sheppard answered automatically.
O'Neill rolled his eyes. "So why is it that you and Woolsey are now standing before me in the guise of two young, strapping junior airmen who look nothing like you, and you're saying that you've just gone and done both?"
"To be fair, General," Woolsey broke in, the voice of his borrowed body a bit higher than his normal voice and prompting John to think that this would all be incredibly funny if they were merely spectators to this latest trainwreck rather than living it themselves, "We didn't plan on doing either. It just sort of..."
"Happened?" O'Neill finished, then sighed. "I guess it figures something would go wrong. The IOA's gonna be pissed, though."
"We don't doubt that for a second," Woolsey replied, while Sheppard snorted in the background.
"All right, what do you need? Aside from the ZPM from the Coria, since you obviously don't have the power to open the gate long enough to send even a databurst? And the Daedalus, since you'll just as obviously need a ship to bring the ZPM to you, and Caldwell is chomping at the bit to get outta the Milky Way just for old times' sake?"
Sheppard and Woolsey exchanged looks.
"More bullets?"
"And lots more coffee. McKay's probably gonna go through our stock in a week, the way he's going."
"You think it'll take him that long? I'd give him two more days, tops."
"Good point."
Of course, it was just as possible that the odd feelings were from the fact that John was currently residing in someone else's body. It was his first time being "stoned," as those aboard the faraway Destiny had unofficially nicknamed the procedure, and he wasn't relishing the experience. He wondered vaguely if this was anything like what Steven Caldwell had felt like while he'd been under the control of a Goa'uld symbiote. Before he started drawing up plans to compare notes with Caldwell the next time the two met, O'Neill drew John's attention with an arch look across his desk.
"Sheppard, what did I tell you before you took off with Atlantis?"
"Avoid eleventh hour saves and draining the ZPM," Sheppard answered automatically.
O'Neill rolled his eyes. "So why is it that you and Woolsey are now standing before me in the guise of two young, strapping junior airmen who look nothing like you, and you're saying that you've just gone and done both?"
"To be fair, General," Woolsey broke in, the voice of his borrowed body a bit higher than his normal voice and prompting John to think that this would all be incredibly funny if they were merely spectators to this latest trainwreck rather than living it themselves, "We didn't plan on doing either. It just sort of..."
"Happened?" O'Neill finished, then sighed. "I guess it figures something would go wrong. The IOA's gonna be pissed, though."
"We don't doubt that for a second," Woolsey replied, while Sheppard snorted in the background.
"All right, what do you need? Aside from the ZPM from the Coria, since you obviously don't have the power to open the gate long enough to send even a databurst? And the Daedalus, since you'll just as obviously need a ship to bring the ZPM to you, and Caldwell is chomping at the bit to get outta the Milky Way just for old times' sake?"
Sheppard and Woolsey exchanged looks.
"More bullets?"
"And lots more coffee. McKay's probably gonna go through our stock in a week, the way he's going."
"You think it'll take him that long? I'd give him two more days, tops."
"Good point."
*cackles and slips off to dinner*
I tell you Teal'c, hockey is the coolest game on Earth!
Did you not say it is played on ice, O'Neill?
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