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Season 8 SG fic. Bashes Pete.
(in other news, I need Scully. "It's all about the birds and the bees and the monkeybabies, Mulder!" keeps going through my head.)
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Notes: Gotta run in two seconds. Written in two minutes, please don't read if you're offended by Pete bashing. I'm sure to attone, I'll have to... stay late, or.. something. (inspired in part by a certain photo, and just.. my head being really weird)
Spoilers: S8
Two-Minute Proposal
by Lyss
He should have known something was wrong when she showed up in a horrible pink thing. (he thought it might be a coat, but he didn't want to ask and offend her). By the time she'd laughed in his face for the proposal, he knew it was definitely wrong.
Well, hoped.
"I'm sorry, Pete. This is... This is too soon. Too sudden." She half-smiled again, and then sighed. "Have you ever had one of those days when you were just...hungry?"
"Hungry?"
"Yeah." Sam flashed a smile at him, and he sudddenly noticed the way her teeth seemed to... gleam.
"Of course, maybe I'll just start with an appetizer."
So, yeah. By the time Pete Shanahan realized the woman he was facing wasn't, in fact, a woman at all?
He was brain-sucked.
A voice came to him, from a distance. "How was it, my darling?"
"Mmm. Tastes like chicken."
-finis-
(in other news, I need Scully. "It's all about the birds and the bees and the monkeybabies, Mulder!" keeps going through my head.)
S
P
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L
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P
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C
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Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Gotta run in two seconds. Written in two minutes, please don't read if you're offended by Pete bashing. I'm sure to attone, I'll have to... stay late, or.. something. (inspired in part by a certain photo, and just.. my head being really weird)
Spoilers: S8
Two-Minute Proposal
by Lyss
He should have known something was wrong when she showed up in a horrible pink thing. (he thought it might be a coat, but he didn't want to ask and offend her). By the time she'd laughed in his face for the proposal, he knew it was definitely wrong.
Well, hoped.
"I'm sorry, Pete. This is... This is too soon. Too sudden." She half-smiled again, and then sighed. "Have you ever had one of those days when you were just...hungry?"
"Hungry?"
"Yeah." Sam flashed a smile at him, and he sudddenly noticed the way her teeth seemed to... gleam.
"Of course, maybe I'll just start with an appetizer."
So, yeah. By the time Pete Shanahan realized the woman he was facing wasn't, in fact, a woman at all?
He was brain-sucked.
A voice came to him, from a distance. "How was it, my darling?"
"Mmm. Tastes like chicken."
-finis-
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And I have been badly missing me some Scully, too. Did we mention that the X-Files are an integral part of the pants!verse? It All Started with Jack calling Sam up for an explanation of Scully's technobabble. And somehow ends up with her coming over to watch a marathon with him (you know, to better be on-hand when he has questions. And because she's lonely. And... well, somehow, we made it make sense).
Sam: "But... you don't even *like* sci-fi."
Jack: "It's SCULLY."
*grins*
Sam: "Um. You sure?"
Jack: "We're watching X-Files. Pizza during X-Files is like a natural law or something. Now get cracking otherwise you'll miss the end."
Sam: "Right, right."
*laughs*
Jack: "You learn quickly, grasshopper."
Sam: "I'm not sure pizza and beer during X-Files is really a *law.*"
Jack: "You're gonna argue with me about this now? That guy is totally about to get eaten."
Sam: "You know, I'm not sure food of any kind during the X-Files is a good idea."
Jack: "Nonsense. We just have to toughen you up, is all. Last week? Scully totally ordered a pizza because she was autopsying a guy who ate one."
Sam: "There is just... so much wrong with that statement."
Jack: "Hey! She's seriously hot."
*snickers*
Jack: "Uh... yes?"
Sam: *shakes head* "You're getting the next round of beer."
Jack: "Okay. I have some Drumsticks in the freezer too for later."
Sam: "With or without nuts?"
Jack: "With."
Sam: "Score. Wait... why is Mulder sticking his hand in that?"
Jack: "Because sexual frustration has driven him nuts."
Sam: "..."
Jack: "...so. Beer?"
Sam: "Yesplease."
failure.
*conversation goes here*
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You even refgerenced the monkeybabies!
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You can live.
It just... ugh.
Maybe because I'm *really* not a big pink fan...
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OMG! PETE FOR PRESIDENT!
*Dies ded*
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*eyes*
Feeling that sugar, are we?
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