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This is for my other brother Adam. Because he's just so cool. He knows what I'm talking about.
I think.
Anyway this is a Stargate SG-1 FanFic. It's only the starting bit (the VERY VERY starting bit) but I wanted you to know that I actually did start it, so there.
Yeah. I think I'm going to call it "Mind-Whammy"
Lt. Michael Taylor was having a bad day. In fact it was shaping up to be an all-around bad week, and it was only just creeping into the early hours of Tuesday morning.
If truth were told, Mike’s string of bad luck had started last Friday at the SGC Halloween party. His team, SG-17, had drawn Star Wars for their costume theme, and since their fearless leader, Col. Jane Galligher, and their linguist, Dr. Elizabeth McLeod, had already called dibbs on being Han Solo and Chewbacca respectively, Mike had let Capt. Calvin McLeod, his so-called friend and Liz’s brother, convince him that they should go dressed as C3PO and R2D2.
When he saw the R2D2 costume Calvin had found for him he had second thoughts. When he saw the looks the Nurses were giving him and Calvin he had third thoughts, but of a more kindly persuasion.
The subsequent guffaws and ribbing that resulted from the other SG teams was therefore easier to deal with. Copious amounts of alcohol also helped. Unfortunately it helped so much that he could still feel it’s after effects as he drove to the mountain, Monday morning.
Thankfully he wasn’t the only one still feeling it. Just about all of SG-11 were walking around looking fragile. Mike seemed to recall that their theme had been Pricilla Queen of the Desert. They had been especially funny after they hid their shame behind piles of empty bottles. On his way to his office he passed a couple of green archaeologists who he eventually managed to identify as Daniel Jackson of SG-1 and Cameron Balinksy of SG-13. They were talking excitedly together in dulcet tones for damage control and still had a pained look about their eyes. They were a painful reminder that Mike was due to go off-world today.
Fifteen minutes later Calvin bounced into Mike’s office and reiterated this information along with a few details Mike had forgotten in the bottom of a bottle of Tequila two nights before. SG-13 had found what was believed to be one of the Ancient’s repositories of knowledge on P3X 933. The SGC rumour mill said that they had heard General O’Neill’s yell of “Another one???” up in NORAD. Mike had thankfully had the day off. SG-17 was now being assigned to back them up and do the Science Geek and linguistic bit for preliminary research. The General had kindly postponed the mission until after the Halloween party. At the moment Mike wasn’t feeling very thankful. He had a strong suspicion that linguists couldn’t keep their mouths shut and if he ever found definitive proof that Liz had leaked what costumes they were going to be wearing he was going to… do something about it later.
I think.
Anyway this is a Stargate SG-1 FanFic. It's only the starting bit (the VERY VERY starting bit) but I wanted you to know that I actually did start it, so there.
Yeah. I think I'm going to call it "Mind-Whammy"
Lt. Michael Taylor was having a bad day. In fact it was shaping up to be an all-around bad week, and it was only just creeping into the early hours of Tuesday morning.
If truth were told, Mike’s string of bad luck had started last Friday at the SGC Halloween party. His team, SG-17, had drawn Star Wars for their costume theme, and since their fearless leader, Col. Jane Galligher, and their linguist, Dr. Elizabeth McLeod, had already called dibbs on being Han Solo and Chewbacca respectively, Mike had let Capt. Calvin McLeod, his so-called friend and Liz’s brother, convince him that they should go dressed as C3PO and R2D2.
When he saw the R2D2 costume Calvin had found for him he had second thoughts. When he saw the looks the Nurses were giving him and Calvin he had third thoughts, but of a more kindly persuasion.
The subsequent guffaws and ribbing that resulted from the other SG teams was therefore easier to deal with. Copious amounts of alcohol also helped. Unfortunately it helped so much that he could still feel it’s after effects as he drove to the mountain, Monday morning.
Thankfully he wasn’t the only one still feeling it. Just about all of SG-11 were walking around looking fragile. Mike seemed to recall that their theme had been Pricilla Queen of the Desert. They had been especially funny after they hid their shame behind piles of empty bottles. On his way to his office he passed a couple of green archaeologists who he eventually managed to identify as Daniel Jackson of SG-1 and Cameron Balinksy of SG-13. They were talking excitedly together in dulcet tones for damage control and still had a pained look about their eyes. They were a painful reminder that Mike was due to go off-world today.
Fifteen minutes later Calvin bounced into Mike’s office and reiterated this information along with a few details Mike had forgotten in the bottom of a bottle of Tequila two nights before. SG-13 had found what was believed to be one of the Ancient’s repositories of knowledge on P3X 933. The SGC rumour mill said that they had heard General O’Neill’s yell of “Another one???” up in NORAD. Mike had thankfully had the day off. SG-17 was now being assigned to back them up and do the Science Geek and linguistic bit for preliminary research. The General had kindly postponed the mission until after the Halloween party. At the moment Mike wasn’t feeling very thankful. He had a strong suspicion that linguists couldn’t keep their mouths shut and if he ever found definitive proof that Liz had leaked what costumes they were going to be wearing he was going to… do something about it later.
