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The Other... SG1?
The Other… SG1?
A/N: All the //text// indicates the written book.
//The team SG1, renown throughout the universe as mighty warriors, fighting demons and clever innovators stood in front of the mighty ring know as the Stargate. It was a new planet filled with trees much to the daring Col. Jonathon “Call Me Jack” O’Neill’s dismay, and he made his dislike well known to the other members of this legendary team; The beautiful, busty and brainy Maj. Samantha Carter, The stoic and brave Jaffa known only as Teal’c, The strangely brilliant yet alien Jonas Quinn, and lastly the man all linguists strived to be; the negotiator, a man of endless compassion and vast repertoires of knowledge Dr. Daniel Jackson.//
“Felger what are you doing?”
“Writing my memoirs of our mission with SG, Coombs. What does it look like?”
“It looks like a big fat lie.” Was Meyers’ input.
“It’s not a lie! We saved SG1 while you ran home and reported to Gen. Hammond!” Came the immediate protest.
“I’m not saying that it was all a lie,” Meyers rolled his eyes. “I’m talking about what your vivid imagination has produced. Dr. Jackson is dead, you idiot, and haven’t you ever heard of the phrase “purple prose”? It describes that load of crap perfectly.”
“Hey, I’m entitled to a few moments of artistic liberty, and I think I should save every member of SG1 past and present.” Felger protested. “Besides, they’re my memoirs! Go write your own if you want to tell a different side. I’m sure mine will be a best seller, you need real action to capture an audience.”
“Why did any university give you a degree much less a doctorate?” Coombs sighed.
“Because I’m brilliant!” Felger hissed. “If you weren’t such a nerd you’d know that!” He threw over his shoulder as he began to type again.
//The team stood ready for any of the myriad of challenges that could come their way. They had been attacked by the subservient Jaffa, deadly insects, dread diseases, and other things so many times they never let their guard down, not even in their sleep. Today they were especially careful knowing that they were guarding the pride and joy of the SGC, Dr Stephen Felger. He was tall, with eyes of brilliant blue, a rakish smile and luxurious sable, windswept hair.//
“Windswept hair? Rakish smile? Where did you do your research? The romance section of the bookstore?” Meyers laughed.
“Shut up! My hair is kind of windswept.” Felger pouted.
“That’s because there is wind outside of a building.” Snarked Meyers.
“Did you actually describe the Jaffa as subservient? How exactly do you intend to get that one past Teal’c?” Asked Coombs.
With a nervous glance at the door Felger whispered, “Well, everyone always says that when the Goa’uld are defeated he’s going home so, I’ll wait until after he goes home to take it to a publisher.” The other two men nodded nervously.
“’They never let their guard down not even in their sleep?’” Read Coombs sarcastically. “Hmm, you think that’s why they post a watch every night.”
“You know, with artistic license I can write you out of the story entirely. Why don’t you go worship at the alter of Roddenberry or something.” Felger told him.
“Like you could even explain about how you got the shields down and out to the Stargate without me in the story.” Huffed Coombs.
“Yes, bombs!”
“You have read too many SG1 mission logs.” Pitied Coombs. “Your starting to sound like the Colonel.”
“Ooh, I can take his place!” Meyers voted.
“You can’t take my place!” Coombs protested. “You went to the SGC! You didn’t have to almost die at the hands of a horde of Jaffa, translate Goa’uld or save the day at all!”
“Yes, but if he writes you as going to the SGC he can write me as doing all that stuff,” Enthused Meyers.
“So help me, Felger, if you take away the only moment of glory I had in that hell hole and give it to him, after you dragged me into it in the first place I’ll let everyone in the SGC know about your secret Carter collection!” Coombs threatened. “I know all about the video tapes, the pictures and the Barbie doll you styled the hair on!”
“Fine! You don’t have to get all personal about it!” Felger said.
//Exiting after the brilliant doctor was the charming and knowledgeable Dr. Gregor Coombs. His eyes a deep chocolate brown, with lashes a woman would kill for, and flowing locks of glowing chestnut hair floating in the wind, the good doctor was enough to make any woman swoon.//
“There, happy now?” Grumped Felger.
“I am indeed,” He smiled like a well fed cat.
“Flowing locks, my ass!” Snorted Meyers.
“I’m going to beat you ass if you don’t stop that.” Warned Coombs.
“I want a part in the story!” Demanded Meyers.
“You do have a part, you tell Gen. Hammond what’s going on. That’s your part.” Smirked Coombs.
Meyers rolled his eyes, “It was an ambush! Gen. Hammond already knew where they were because they let themselves be captured! I didn’t have to go back at all.”
“Yes, well you have to be a plot casualty then, because you weren’t on the mission with us,” Felger insisted.
“Hey, you already said you were taking artistic license with the story so license me in,” His eyes narrowed. “Or did you forget I know about the same collection as Coombs? It’s totally demented that you do that by the way.”
“FINE!”
//The last through the gate was Dr Jason Meyers the last member of the handsome SGC group known as The Think Tank. Shading his cerulean eyes against the sun the tall, fit man proved that as always the SGC only recruited the best and most beautiful when it came to the job description of saving the world.//
“Now will the two of you leave me in peace to write?” The harried man asked.
“Why do the two of you get the hot looks?” Meyers complained.
“Oh for the love of… It’s implied you idiot! Look, look ‘…Only the best…’ for that matter it says ‘handsome’ right there! What more do you want from me?” Felger demanded.
“I want a better description!” Meyers whined.
“I can’t think of anything else right now!” Felger admitted. “Look, I promise I’ll go back later and fix it okay?”
“Okay.”
“Y’know, I can’t believe you just said that crap about everyone being beautiful.” Snickered Coombs. “Besides, we’ve all seen the men on this base and I don’t think that handsome really describes them.”
“Especially after those three-day missions without showers,” Giggled Meyers. “Remember that Lieutenant last week?” They all shared a laugh.
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
Out in the hallway Jonas Quinn stood, bewildered by the scientists’ actions. He would definitely have to ask Sam about their strange behavior, and the Colonel would definitely have to be told about the book so he could look at it later….
The End
A/N: All the //text// indicates the written book.
//The team SG1, renown throughout the universe as mighty warriors, fighting demons and clever innovators stood in front of the mighty ring know as the Stargate. It was a new planet filled with trees much to the daring Col. Jonathon “Call Me Jack” O’Neill’s dismay, and he made his dislike well known to the other members of this legendary team; The beautiful, busty and brainy Maj. Samantha Carter, The stoic and brave Jaffa known only as Teal’c, The strangely brilliant yet alien Jonas Quinn, and lastly the man all linguists strived to be; the negotiator, a man of endless compassion and vast repertoires of knowledge Dr. Daniel Jackson.//
“Felger what are you doing?”
“Writing my memoirs of our mission with SG, Coombs. What does it look like?”
“It looks like a big fat lie.” Was Meyers’ input.
“It’s not a lie! We saved SG1 while you ran home and reported to Gen. Hammond!” Came the immediate protest.
“I’m not saying that it was all a lie,” Meyers rolled his eyes. “I’m talking about what your vivid imagination has produced. Dr. Jackson is dead, you idiot, and haven’t you ever heard of the phrase “purple prose”? It describes that load of crap perfectly.”
“Hey, I’m entitled to a few moments of artistic liberty, and I think I should save every member of SG1 past and present.” Felger protested. “Besides, they’re my memoirs! Go write your own if you want to tell a different side. I’m sure mine will be a best seller, you need real action to capture an audience.”
“Why did any university give you a degree much less a doctorate?” Coombs sighed.
“Because I’m brilliant!” Felger hissed. “If you weren’t such a nerd you’d know that!” He threw over his shoulder as he began to type again.
//The team stood ready for any of the myriad of challenges that could come their way. They had been attacked by the subservient Jaffa, deadly insects, dread diseases, and other things so many times they never let their guard down, not even in their sleep. Today they were especially careful knowing that they were guarding the pride and joy of the SGC, Dr Stephen Felger. He was tall, with eyes of brilliant blue, a rakish smile and luxurious sable, windswept hair.//
“Windswept hair? Rakish smile? Where did you do your research? The romance section of the bookstore?” Meyers laughed.
“Shut up! My hair is kind of windswept.” Felger pouted.
“That’s because there is wind outside of a building.” Snarked Meyers.
“Did you actually describe the Jaffa as subservient? How exactly do you intend to get that one past Teal’c?” Asked Coombs.
With a nervous glance at the door Felger whispered, “Well, everyone always says that when the Goa’uld are defeated he’s going home so, I’ll wait until after he goes home to take it to a publisher.” The other two men nodded nervously.
“’They never let their guard down not even in their sleep?’” Read Coombs sarcastically. “Hmm, you think that’s why they post a watch every night.”
“You know, with artistic license I can write you out of the story entirely. Why don’t you go worship at the alter of Roddenberry or something.” Felger told him.
“Like you could even explain about how you got the shields down and out to the Stargate without me in the story.” Huffed Coombs.
“Yes, bombs!”
“You have read too many SG1 mission logs.” Pitied Coombs. “Your starting to sound like the Colonel.”
“Ooh, I can take his place!” Meyers voted.
“You can’t take my place!” Coombs protested. “You went to the SGC! You didn’t have to almost die at the hands of a horde of Jaffa, translate Goa’uld or save the day at all!”
“Yes, but if he writes you as going to the SGC he can write me as doing all that stuff,” Enthused Meyers.
“So help me, Felger, if you take away the only moment of glory I had in that hell hole and give it to him, after you dragged me into it in the first place I’ll let everyone in the SGC know about your secret Carter collection!” Coombs threatened. “I know all about the video tapes, the pictures and the Barbie doll you styled the hair on!”
“Fine! You don’t have to get all personal about it!” Felger said.
//Exiting after the brilliant doctor was the charming and knowledgeable Dr. Gregor Coombs. His eyes a deep chocolate brown, with lashes a woman would kill for, and flowing locks of glowing chestnut hair floating in the wind, the good doctor was enough to make any woman swoon.//
“There, happy now?” Grumped Felger.
“I am indeed,” He smiled like a well fed cat.
“Flowing locks, my ass!” Snorted Meyers.
“I’m going to beat you ass if you don’t stop that.” Warned Coombs.
“I want a part in the story!” Demanded Meyers.
“You do have a part, you tell Gen. Hammond what’s going on. That’s your part.” Smirked Coombs.
Meyers rolled his eyes, “It was an ambush! Gen. Hammond already knew where they were because they let themselves be captured! I didn’t have to go back at all.”
“Yes, well you have to be a plot casualty then, because you weren’t on the mission with us,” Felger insisted.
“Hey, you already said you were taking artistic license with the story so license me in,” His eyes narrowed. “Or did you forget I know about the same collection as Coombs? It’s totally demented that you do that by the way.”
“FINE!”
//The last through the gate was Dr Jason Meyers the last member of the handsome SGC group known as The Think Tank. Shading his cerulean eyes against the sun the tall, fit man proved that as always the SGC only recruited the best and most beautiful when it came to the job description of saving the world.//
“Now will the two of you leave me in peace to write?” The harried man asked.
“Why do the two of you get the hot looks?” Meyers complained.
“Oh for the love of… It’s implied you idiot! Look, look ‘…Only the best…’ for that matter it says ‘handsome’ right there! What more do you want from me?” Felger demanded.
“I want a better description!” Meyers whined.
“I can’t think of anything else right now!” Felger admitted. “Look, I promise I’ll go back later and fix it okay?”
“Okay.”
“Y’know, I can’t believe you just said that crap about everyone being beautiful.” Snickered Coombs. “Besides, we’ve all seen the men on this base and I don’t think that handsome really describes them.”
“Especially after those three-day missions without showers,” Giggled Meyers. “Remember that Lieutenant last week?” They all shared a laugh.
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`
Out in the hallway Jonas Quinn stood, bewildered by the scientists’ actions. He would definitely have to ask Sam about their strange behavior, and the Colonel would definitely have to be told about the book so he could look at it later….
The End