Darth to the Rescue
by Becca
DISCLAIMER: See disclaimer in part one.
LAST TIME ON SG-13
“That’s a tree, Becca,” Cara told her.br>
“Well, maybe it’s behind the tree?” Becca suggested.
“Can we go now?!” asked Bryn, and Darth hissed along with her. Bryn
wanted to get home and freak everyone with Darth.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Cara glared back.
“Troops! Let’s move out!” Mish exclaimed loudly at the top of her
lungs.
“Mish…how many times do we have to tell you! We *don’t* practice and we
*don’t* behave like an actual team! It’s un-SG-13 like!” Becca said,
reaching over and giving Mish a thwap.
“Can we just *go* already?!” Bryn whined, petting Darth’s head so that
he hissed nicely at her.
“Alright!” Cara snapped. “So what direction do we have to go in?”
“Uh…” everyone replied, looking at the ground and twiddling their
thumbs. After a while Bryn had an idea.
“I know!” she exclaimed, bending over and putting Darth on the ground.
“Find the stargate, Darth!”
Cara scoffed. “He’s a *duck* Bryn…ducks can’t find their way to their
home pond, let alone the Stargate!!!”
Bryn just glared and stuck out her tongue, just as Darth started
walking in some apparently random direction, and Bryn followed him. The
rest of SG-13 didn’t have any bright ideas about where to go, so just
followed.
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Back at the gate, some time later:
“So we’ve got our parts all worked out?” Becca asked.
Bryn petted Darth on the head, praising him for being able to find the
‘Gate.
“Yup!” everyone but Kat replied.
“What’s with the acting?” Kat asked, confuzzled, which is not an odd
state for anyone in SG-13.
“We’re acting so that we can piss George off, of course! Duh!” Cara
said, before stepping up to the gate to dial out.
“Triangles, ‘L’, snake, head and two legs, weird thingee, weird
thingee…earth symbol thing!” she said, talking to herself as she
dialled out. She reached for her GDO, but Mish grabbed it off her,
whining all the while.
“You *always* get to sent the code thing…why can’t I send it for
once?!”
“Because it’s *my* job!” Cara yelled, trying to get it back, but Mish
was already punching in the code.
“All sent!” she pronounced with a happy grin.
“Alright! Places please!” Cara yelled, before heading up the steps,
expecting everyone to follow.
The rest of them rushed up the steps after her, eager to see George’s
reaction to the little act they were about to put on for him (Act
courtesy of Mish who wrote it in the fic, but copyrighted to Becca who
wrote it for the fic!)
**********
Back on the other side of the universe, SG-13 tumble out of the
blue-shimmery thing and immediately stand up:
“George!!!” Cara wailed at the top of her lungs.
“Help us, please!!!” Becca cried, tumbling to her knees at his feet and
clinging to his trouser leg.
“We’re dying!” Kat sobbed, hiding her face in Mish’s jacket so that
no-one could see she was really laughing, not crying like she was
supposed to be. At this point, Bryn decided she couldn’t take it any
more, so (mock) fainted into a nearby (hot) airman’s arms. Darth didn’t
like this very much, so flew down and landed on George’s shiny head.
George immediately reacted, pulling himself away from Becca and shaking
his head violently to get rid of Darth.
“SG-13!!!” he yelled, after Darth decided that the shiny thing didn’t
make such a good perch after all, and flew down to waddle over to Bryn.
“EXPLAIN! NOW!”
“That’s Darth!” Becca said, reaching over and petting Darth on the head
until he hissed at her again.
“The duck!” Mish added.
George just glared. “Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t allowed to
bring anything else back to Earth?!”
“No, you said we weren’t allowed to bring anymore aliens back. Darth’s
not an alien!” Cara pointed out.
“Darth’s a duck!” Mish added again.
“He’s cute, he’s mine, and I’m keeping him!” Bryn glared, pulling
herself out of the (hot) airman’s arms. She took a good look at his
name-tag as she was getting up, making a note to visit him later.
“Oh, I think NOT!” George exclaimed, glaring straight back at her. He
didn’t quite know what it was about SG-13 that made him behave like a
petulant child all the time, but he didn’t like it.
“You-never-let-me-keep-anything!
All-I-want-is-a-duck-to-have-for-my-very-own!!!
I’ll-take-real-good-care-of-it-and-everything!
Just-look-at-what-good-care-we’ve-given-Kat!!! Bryn cried, stringing
all her words together in her distress, and everyone looked at her like
she’d finally lost it.
George opened his mouth, and looked about to refuse her firmly again,
but she picked up Darth, pulling him close to her so she could cling to
him protectively. She looked about on the verge of crying, and George
sighed, inwardly smacking himself several times over the head for being
so gullible.
“Oh, all right!” he snapped. “But if I hear *one* word about him
causing havoc *anywhere* on the base…”
“Thank you, George!!!” Bryn cried, running up to him and giving him a
big hug. “Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you!!!” Darth just looked
disdainfully down at George from his new perch on Bryn’s forearm.
The End......until later
© Becca 2001