Sci-Fi/Fantasy - Telepathie - fürs Team
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Challenge: Sci-Fi/Fantasy: Telepathie (fürs Team)
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Charaktere: Staffel 9+10-SG-1
Wörter: ca. 640
A/N: Crack! Und ich habe mich darum gedrückt die Auflösung zu schreiben, nachdem ich sie mir mühsam ausgedacht hatte, weil... Crack. Und Pie. Und ne Weltherrschaft. :)
"I fucking hate magic," Mitchell sighed.
Teal'c's grave "Indeed." may just have been only in his head -- which was the entire problem in a nutshell, really.
Sam rolled her eyes. "There's no such thing as magic," she insisted. "How often do I have to tell you that?" she thought and Mitchell thought that this was ridiculous.
Vala agreed. Telepathically. Because that was a thing that happened now, apparently.
The worst thing about telepathy was that people hardly ever thought in full sentences. Vala thought in emotions, pictures and -- impossibly -- lewd gestures, but she made an effort for them. Teal'c generally thought in his mother tongue, which was nice. Jackson, on the other hand, thought too quickly and in sentence fragments in about seven different dead languages and jumped topic twice per thought. In contrast, Sam's abstract concepts and diagrams were downright relaxing.
Cam himself tried to think mostly about pie recipes.
By his estimate, they would kill each other before they had a chance to figure out what was going on.
Fucking magical stupid Ancient artifacts.
"No such thing as magic, Cam," Carter reminded him gently. "There is a perfectly reasonable scientific explanation."
"Get out of my head," he thought, but what he said was "Yeah, well, my grandma used to say that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."
"You'll find that was Arthur C. Clark," contributed Jackson and Cam began reciting his aunt's key lemon pie recipe instead of blowing up at a civilian.
"Stop that, I'm hungry already." Vala accompanied that thought with images of numerous hand gestures that Cam did not know but could identify as incredibly rude, nevertheless.
"I quite enjoy the Colonel's recipes."
"Thank you, Teal'c."
They had been dealing with their unexpected bout of telepathy since they'd entered the Ancient temple on the uninhabited PX7-524. That had only been seven hours ago and, yet, felt like forever. They had invested almost an hour into figuring out that they, in fact, could hear and see and feel each other's thoughts and then another two to investigate the limits of that phenomenon. Above a distance of about a kilometer, reception reduced noticeably and after three they achieved radio silence.
Right now, Cam felt like going for a hike.
But in accordance with regulations, they had agreed to stay close to the gate to facilitate further research into their condition by the Cheyenne Mountain medical staff, because there was no such thing as magic.
"It's only a matter of time until Dr. Lam will have the results of our blood tests," Carter remarked, always the voice of reason.
"Which will help us if this is... what? A virus?"
From Jackson a string of thoughts that involved Goa'uld experimentation, Ancient couple's therapy and nanites pelted down on them.
Carter shrugged. "Nanites would show up on the blood screen as well."
Cam himself was still stuck on the idea of couples therapy. Predictably, Vala rewarded that thought with something that Cam hoped was porn and not a memory. God, he would love that woman if he didn't hate her so much.
For that, Vala pressed a kiss to his cheek and Jackson thought something indignant in ancient Egyptian.
Carter chuckled. "Well, this could be a brilliant team building exercise! Forget paintball, just share childhood memories for a few days."
"Indeed."
"Well, as soon as we get to leave this planet, I'll go on vacation," Cam decided.
Teal'c nodded, wisely. "I'll bake a pie."
"Pecan?"
"Gladly."
Well, that was not the worst possible outcome of some stupid magical accident.
"No such thing, Cameron."
Challenge: Sci-Fi/Fantasy: Telepathie (fürs Team)
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Charaktere: Staffel 9+10-SG-1
Wörter: ca. 640
A/N: Crack! Und ich habe mich darum gedrückt die Auflösung zu schreiben, nachdem ich sie mir mühsam ausgedacht hatte, weil... Crack. Und Pie. Und ne Weltherrschaft. :)
"I fucking hate magic," Mitchell sighed.
Teal'c's grave "Indeed." may just have been only in his head -- which was the entire problem in a nutshell, really.
Sam rolled her eyes. "There's no such thing as magic," she insisted. "How often do I have to tell you that?" she thought and Mitchell thought that this was ridiculous.
Vala agreed. Telepathically. Because that was a thing that happened now, apparently.
The worst thing about telepathy was that people hardly ever thought in full sentences. Vala thought in emotions, pictures and -- impossibly -- lewd gestures, but she made an effort for them. Teal'c generally thought in his mother tongue, which was nice. Jackson, on the other hand, thought too quickly and in sentence fragments in about seven different dead languages and jumped topic twice per thought. In contrast, Sam's abstract concepts and diagrams were downright relaxing.
Cam himself tried to think mostly about pie recipes.
By his estimate, they would kill each other before they had a chance to figure out what was going on.
Fucking magical stupid Ancient artifacts.
"No such thing as magic, Cam," Carter reminded him gently. "There is a perfectly reasonable scientific explanation."
"Get out of my head," he thought, but what he said was "Yeah, well, my grandma used to say that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."
"You'll find that was Arthur C. Clark," contributed Jackson and Cam began reciting his aunt's key lemon pie recipe instead of blowing up at a civilian.
"Stop that, I'm hungry already." Vala accompanied that thought with images of numerous hand gestures that Cam did not know but could identify as incredibly rude, nevertheless.
"I quite enjoy the Colonel's recipes."
"Thank you, Teal'c."
They had been dealing with their unexpected bout of telepathy since they'd entered the Ancient temple on the uninhabited PX7-524. That had only been seven hours ago and, yet, felt like forever. They had invested almost an hour into figuring out that they, in fact, could hear and see and feel each other's thoughts and then another two to investigate the limits of that phenomenon. Above a distance of about a kilometer, reception reduced noticeably and after three they achieved radio silence.
Right now, Cam felt like going for a hike.
But in accordance with regulations, they had agreed to stay close to the gate to facilitate further research into their condition by the Cheyenne Mountain medical staff, because there was no such thing as magic.
"It's only a matter of time until Dr. Lam will have the results of our blood tests," Carter remarked, always the voice of reason.
"Which will help us if this is... what? A virus?"
From Jackson a string of thoughts that involved Goa'uld experimentation, Ancient couple's therapy and nanites pelted down on them.
Carter shrugged. "Nanites would show up on the blood screen as well."
Cam himself was still stuck on the idea of couples therapy. Predictably, Vala rewarded that thought with something that Cam hoped was porn and not a memory. God, he would love that woman if he didn't hate her so much.
For that, Vala pressed a kiss to his cheek and Jackson thought something indignant in ancient Egyptian.
Carter chuckled. "Well, this could be a brilliant team building exercise! Forget paintball, just share childhood memories for a few days."
"Indeed."
"Well, as soon as we get to leave this planet, I'll go on vacation," Cam decided.
Teal'c nodded, wisely. "I'll bake a pie."
"Pecan?"
"Gladly."
Well, that was not the worst possible outcome of some stupid magical accident.
"No such thing, Cameron."
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Date: 2022-09-30 10:43 pm (UTC)Und ich kenn bisher nur so die Hälfte der Charaktere hier, aber die, die ich kenne, sind wirklich hilarious, insbesondere Jackson, I love it. :D
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Date: 2022-10-01 08:50 am (UTC)