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[pepper]

...Can't... stay... awake...

...Work... boring...

...Had... four hours... sleep...

...Two... and a half... hours... before... can go... home....

...Agh...





/Kirk


edit: The lack of sleep has caused me to go loopy. Evidently:

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The Asgard had managed to repair Reese, after all. But, due to the damage, she was a little... different.

 

"Ah, cool!" That was Jack. Four pairs of eyes looked at Thor with great misgiving. "Just what I always wanted! How did you know?"

 

"Thor, are you sure this is... wise?" asked Hammond, heavily, keeping his eyes on the Colonel.

 

The little grey alien blinked once, slowly. "I assure you, General, the 'remote control', as you call it, offers full command of the android's functions."

 

"That's not what I meant," muttered the General.

 

Thor had handed the remote to Jack.

 

The Colonel stabbed randomly at the buttons. Reese, eyes distant and lifeless, stood on one leg. The Colonel looked up, grinning. "COOL!" He made the android lower her leg again.

 

Sam had resisted as long as she could. "Sir, perhaps I should take a look at it," she said, eyeing the remote lasciviously. "After all, I am the most qualified." She reached for it.

 

"No way, Carter!" said Jack, clutching it close to his chest. "You can have a go after me. Then Teal'c, then Daniel. Colonel's orders."

 

"Hey," objected Daniel.

 

"General...!" complained Sam, turning to Hammond.

 

Hammond raised his eyes heavenwards, and then turned on one heel and headed for his office. As he closed the door behind him, he could hear the voices of Earth's first line of defence, raised in argument.

 

"When I dance they call me... Macarena..."

 

"Sir, I really think it should be my go by now."

 

"O'Neill, I believe you are hogging the remote."

 

"How come I'm last? That's not fair, Jack!"

 

He wasn't paid enough to deal with this. 

Comments

[abyssinia4077.livejournal.com]

Write about JAck making a robot dance!

Or hide under your desk (if you have one) and take a nap :)

[pepper-field.livejournal.com]

:D

It's a conspiracy! You and the Jack in my brain.

(Unfortunately, if I hid under my desk, I'd still be visible the entire length of the room. Also the snoring would totally give me away.)

[abyssinia4077.livejournal.com]

But YOU WROTE IT ANYWAY!
(I need to stop giving you good/bad ideas, don't I?)

Yay more Pepper crackfic!

[pepper-field.livejournal.com]

Yes, you really should stop that. *g* Not that I don't love it - but I'm never going to finish the stories I actually need to finish.

I think these things are getting crackier, too... At some point it's going to turn into badfic...

[holdouttrout.livejournal.com]

Hee. Am very amused. Like little children, our team.

[pepper-field.livejournal.com]

See, that's me, guest-starring as the robot with Jack messing with the controls. I try to write Sam/Daniel fic? He shows up and stands around shooting the breeze for half of it. I try to make an icon? Guess who's there. I try to watch season 9? I find myself inexplicably watching seasons 1-8.

Helllllllllllp!

[holdouttrout.livejournal.com]

It's because you, like me, are in love with Jack, and not just Stargate as a whole. Oh, sure, we love our team, our teamy goodness, the idea of Sam/Daniel friendship makes us happy...but we always start asking, sooner or later, "Where's Jack?"

At least, I'm assuming you do. Although I'm also in love with Stargate as a whole and each team member (even the new ones) individually.

But Jack.

[pepper-field.livejournal.com]

*g* That's pretty much my problem, yes. "Yeah, season 9 is fun, and Cam and Vala are great, and I like seeing the team interactions, and... I miss Jaaaaaaaaaack."

*is a hopeless case*