SG-1 fic: Foodborne
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littledoglaughedTitle: Foodborne
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rustydog
Rating: G
Characters: Landry, Mitchell, Rodney, Teal'c, Vala, Walter
Words: 1050
Summary: Atlantis alerts the SGC to a mysterious epidemic, but has the warning come in time?
Author's notes: This is part ofdonutsweeper's powdered sugar crack!fic universe, taking the SGA branch. Thank you to donutsweeper for her very helpful beta!
"Unscheduled offworld activation," a voice announced. As General Landry strode toward the control room, he wondered uselessly how many times he'd heard that announcement since joining SGC—and how many of those times had been before he'd had his first cup of coffee.
Mitchell was already in the control room, standing behind Walter. Landry stepped up beside him and ordered, "Report." Below them, the gate was spinning; three chevrons had locked.
Mitchell looked like he'd had a lot of coffee. "Well, Sir, we were unable to establish contact with Atlantis for six hours after their scheduled check-in time, and then we got a video signal, but their gateroom just looked... empty. There were noises, like people fighting on the floor, and it looked like there had been some damage to the console and other areas. That was ten minutes ago. I was going to call you sir."
"But I was already on my way in. It's all right, Mitchell. And?"
Mitchell frowned. "And then this activation from their end. We received Atlantis's IDC."
"Good, maybe they can explain themselves." Landry turned back to the observation window and watched the gate.
"Chevron nine encoded," reported Walter.
The wormhole kawhooshed; the black vid screen flickered and went to static. The General had just opened his mouth to request an explanation when audio started to come in.
It was unmistakably Rodney McKay's voice.
"—not hearing you. SGC, this is Dr. McKay, are you getting this?"
Mitchell stepped closer to the microphone at the dialing computer. "We're receiving you, Rodney, what's up?"
"Oh god, good." Landry noted with no surprise that McKay didn't need facial expressions to communicate trauma.
Rodney continued, "We've got a... situation here—let's call it a kind of... um... foodborne contagion, and we have reason to believe it's now spreading by means of the gate network. General Landry, I strongly recommend you suspend gate activity until this threat has been better assessed. I'm sending—"
Landry broke in sharply, "Dr. McKay, where are your commanding officers? Have you lost personnel?"
Rodney paused half a second too long. Landry watched Mitchell's face freeze until Rodney finally responded, "No, Sir, we're all here, I just—Captain Carter... can't be reached right now—" Rodney sounded like he was making that face—the one where he looked like he was going to be sick.
"Rodney, is Sam okay?" Mitchell asked urgently.
"Yes, yes, she's fine... possibly great! She's just, um, occupied. Ah, so is Colonel Sheppard. Look, we shouldn't be spending this long with your gate open." Rodney's talent for simultaneously projecting annoyance and worry also did not rely on visual cues. "I'm sending specs on the contagion. We really don't know much about it, and Doctor Keller has been, ah, busy herself, but I'll try to send more when I can get some work done. I really need to go. Keep your gate CLOSED. But if anything does get through, and I really can’t state this strongly enough—stay away from anyone who has been a Runner from the Wraith. Yeaaugh,” he seemed to shudder, and there was that impression of trauma again. “Just… trust me on this one, okay?”
And McKay's voice was gone. Data was appearing on the view screen. Mitchell looked down into the gateroom and watched the wormhole close.
"Right." Landry was moving already. "Walter, meet us in the briefing room with that data. Mitchell, have your team there in ten minutes." He nodded to them and left.
*
Nine minutes later, Colonel Mitchell had taken the edge of a seat at the table in the briefing room. Teal'c was next to him, sitting straight but relaxed, with his hands folded on the table. Landry stood at the head of the table tapping his foot and wondering who he could court martial for not having the coffee pot in the corner brewing by now.
Three minutes later, Vala sashayed in carrying a paper cup with a gourmet coffee shop logo on it. "Good morning!" she greeted the room, "what's today's adventure?" She took the seat across from Teal'c and took a sip from her cup, leaving a fluff of foam on her nose. "I hope it involves an alien feast, I haven't had breakfast." Mitchell managed to glare at her while making motions for her to rub her nose.
Landry grunted, willing himself to ignore the flaunted coffee and Vala's ignorance of the issue at hand. "All right, how far has this thing spread, and how can we stop it? And what the hell is it, anyway?"
Teal'c leaned forward. "Several worlds may have been affected. The Jaffa report disturbing incidents on Dar Eshkalon and two Ha'taks."
Mitchell raised his eyebrows. "Disturbing? Teal'c, buddy, I'm telling you, I'm sure I heard Bra'tac giggle."
"Indeed." Teal'c conceded the point with a pained smile and the slightest bow of his head.
Mitchell fought an inappropriate chuckle of his own. "Disturbing. Right. Sorry. Carry on."
Walter shifted on his feet with the discomfort of someone delivering unavoidably absurd news to a superior. "As for what it is, the specifications sent by Dr. McKay are strange. There's some chemical notation we've sent for Dr. Lee to analyze, but the diagram looks like—well, honestly, to me it looks exactly like—"
He was interrupted by sounds coming from the table along the wall of the briefing room. They were not sounds typically heard during a military briefing, even one with Vala Mal Doran present.
"Mmmmhm. Ohmhaammmh. Ghawdh, good, ummh."
The four men turned. Vala was standing at the side table, hovering over a paper box next to the carafe and cups. She spun around and, true to form, didn't seem embarrassed to discover everyone staring at her. She grinned much too widely for a person chewing a large mouthful of food.
The food didn't keep her from speaking, though enunciation was hampered. "Yuh guyzh," she said, eyes shining, "habh got to trhy thezh." She held out her hand, brandishing a glazed donut and advancing toward them.
She finished chewing and swallowed. "General," she purred, tilting her head seductively, chin glistening with donut glaze, and held the pastry inches from Landry's nose. "You are going to love this."
Walter looked at the diagrams in his hand, looked back up at the General and Vala, and went very pale.
Author:
rustydogRating: G
Characters: Landry, Mitchell, Rodney, Teal'c, Vala, Walter
Words: 1050
Summary: Atlantis alerts the SGC to a mysterious epidemic, but has the warning come in time?
Author's notes: This is part of
donutsweeper's powdered sugar crack!fic universe, taking the SGA branch. Thank you to donutsweeper for her very helpful beta!"Unscheduled offworld activation," a voice announced. As General Landry strode toward the control room, he wondered uselessly how many times he'd heard that announcement since joining SGC—and how many of those times had been before he'd had his first cup of coffee.
Mitchell was already in the control room, standing behind Walter. Landry stepped up beside him and ordered, "Report." Below them, the gate was spinning; three chevrons had locked.
Mitchell looked like he'd had a lot of coffee. "Well, Sir, we were unable to establish contact with Atlantis for six hours after their scheduled check-in time, and then we got a video signal, but their gateroom just looked... empty. There were noises, like people fighting on the floor, and it looked like there had been some damage to the console and other areas. That was ten minutes ago. I was going to call you sir."
"But I was already on my way in. It's all right, Mitchell. And?"
Mitchell frowned. "And then this activation from their end. We received Atlantis's IDC."
"Good, maybe they can explain themselves." Landry turned back to the observation window and watched the gate.
"Chevron nine encoded," reported Walter.
The wormhole kawhooshed; the black vid screen flickered and went to static. The General had just opened his mouth to request an explanation when audio started to come in.
It was unmistakably Rodney McKay's voice.
"—not hearing you. SGC, this is Dr. McKay, are you getting this?"
Mitchell stepped closer to the microphone at the dialing computer. "We're receiving you, Rodney, what's up?"
"Oh god, good." Landry noted with no surprise that McKay didn't need facial expressions to communicate trauma.
Rodney continued, "We've got a... situation here—let's call it a kind of... um... foodborne contagion, and we have reason to believe it's now spreading by means of the gate network. General Landry, I strongly recommend you suspend gate activity until this threat has been better assessed. I'm sending—"
Landry broke in sharply, "Dr. McKay, where are your commanding officers? Have you lost personnel?"
Rodney paused half a second too long. Landry watched Mitchell's face freeze until Rodney finally responded, "No, Sir, we're all here, I just—Captain Carter... can't be reached right now—" Rodney sounded like he was making that face—the one where he looked like he was going to be sick.
"Rodney, is Sam okay?" Mitchell asked urgently.
"Yes, yes, she's fine... possibly great! She's just, um, occupied. Ah, so is Colonel Sheppard. Look, we shouldn't be spending this long with your gate open." Rodney's talent for simultaneously projecting annoyance and worry also did not rely on visual cues. "I'm sending specs on the contagion. We really don't know much about it, and Doctor Keller has been, ah, busy herself, but I'll try to send more when I can get some work done. I really need to go. Keep your gate CLOSED. But if anything does get through, and I really can’t state this strongly enough—stay away from anyone who has been a Runner from the Wraith. Yeaaugh,” he seemed to shudder, and there was that impression of trauma again. “Just… trust me on this one, okay?”
And McKay's voice was gone. Data was appearing on the view screen. Mitchell looked down into the gateroom and watched the wormhole close.
"Right." Landry was moving already. "Walter, meet us in the briefing room with that data. Mitchell, have your team there in ten minutes." He nodded to them and left.
*
Nine minutes later, Colonel Mitchell had taken the edge of a seat at the table in the briefing room. Teal'c was next to him, sitting straight but relaxed, with his hands folded on the table. Landry stood at the head of the table tapping his foot and wondering who he could court martial for not having the coffee pot in the corner brewing by now.
Three minutes later, Vala sashayed in carrying a paper cup with a gourmet coffee shop logo on it. "Good morning!" she greeted the room, "what's today's adventure?" She took the seat across from Teal'c and took a sip from her cup, leaving a fluff of foam on her nose. "I hope it involves an alien feast, I haven't had breakfast." Mitchell managed to glare at her while making motions for her to rub her nose.
Landry grunted, willing himself to ignore the flaunted coffee and Vala's ignorance of the issue at hand. "All right, how far has this thing spread, and how can we stop it? And what the hell is it, anyway?"
Teal'c leaned forward. "Several worlds may have been affected. The Jaffa report disturbing incidents on Dar Eshkalon and two Ha'taks."
Mitchell raised his eyebrows. "Disturbing? Teal'c, buddy, I'm telling you, I'm sure I heard Bra'tac giggle."
"Indeed." Teal'c conceded the point with a pained smile and the slightest bow of his head.
Mitchell fought an inappropriate chuckle of his own. "Disturbing. Right. Sorry. Carry on."
Walter shifted on his feet with the discomfort of someone delivering unavoidably absurd news to a superior. "As for what it is, the specifications sent by Dr. McKay are strange. There's some chemical notation we've sent for Dr. Lee to analyze, but the diagram looks like—well, honestly, to me it looks exactly like—"
He was interrupted by sounds coming from the table along the wall of the briefing room. They were not sounds typically heard during a military briefing, even one with Vala Mal Doran present.
"Mmmmhm. Ohmhaammmh. Ghawdh, good, ummh."
The four men turned. Vala was standing at the side table, hovering over a paper box next to the carafe and cups. She spun around and, true to form, didn't seem embarrassed to discover everyone staring at her. She grinned much too widely for a person chewing a large mouthful of food.
The food didn't keep her from speaking, though enunciation was hampered. "Yuh guyzh," she said, eyes shining, "habh got to trhy thezh." She held out her hand, brandishing a glazed donut and advancing toward them.
She finished chewing and swallowed. "General," she purred, tilting her head seductively, chin glistening with donut glaze, and held the pastry inches from Landry's nose. "You are going to love this."
Walter looked at the diagrams in his hand, looked back up at the General and Vala, and went very pale.
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Date: 2007-11-22 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-22 12:45 am (UTC)Hee! In my mental universe, I'm afraid to say, they already have. Diabetes-related illness and deaths as well as fertility rates are way up--I think it's an alien plot to distract us and steal our sugar cane.
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Date: 2007-11-22 12:56 am (UTC)I think it may well be!