By Karen T
© February 2007
Disclaimer: Not mine, any of them.
Notes: Written for Jenn and nanda, who asked for a story set an hour after WWZD. This is more like 4-5 hours after, but you'll see why I had to make that slight change. Hope you guys have a chuckle or two at its expense.
It was all a matter of stealth. Well, stealth and a synchronicity that could only result from many -- perhaps too many -- years spent working together.
As Sam slid Colonel O'Neill's well-worn dictionary off his bookcase and replaced it with the paperback edition of The Zombie Survival Guide, Daniel reached for an SGC manual on intergalactic negotiations and swapped it out for The Zombie Movie Encyclopedia. This went on for quite some time as she and Daniel inched their way around the colonel's often used (despite his protests to the contrary) dark office.
Out went a video tape of the ruins they discovered on P8G-187; in went a VHS copy of Dawn of the Dead. Out: an old mission file; in: a zombie comic book. Out: a Rubik's cube; in: a zombie action figure.
Neither of them said a word until Sam peeked over her shoulder to check on Daniel's progress and saw him dismantling the back of a picture frame. As she watched him slip into place a rather gruesome image of a cartoon zombie chomping on some poor soul's head, a wide grin broke across her face.
"He's gonna kill us tomorrow," she whispered, trying not to sound too amused by the prospect.
"I know. But," Daniel looked in her direction and there was no missing his giddy smile, "only after he wonders if he's losing his mind."
She didn't even attempt to hold back her laughter. "How long do you think we're going to have to watch out for payback? A month?"
"I'm thinking two."
"I believe it is more likely to be three."
At the unexpected intrusion of a third voice, Daniel swore and Sam spun around to face the door. But it was only Teal'c, who appeared completely nonplussed by their reactions.
"Teal'c, you shouldn't--"
But he dismissed Daniel's complaint by proudly holding up the plate in his hands. Sam's eyes settled on the blue, jiggling, eight-inch Jell-O masterpiece, and she immediately decided it was beautiful.
And she became convinced this would go down in history as one of their best schemes ever when Teal'c asked, without the slightest trace of irony, "Where shall I conceal O'Neill's brain?"
-the end-
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