Happy Birthday Ael!
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crossover_chickI has fic for you! I hope you like:
It Gives You Wings!
“So, you don’t have any idea why the hell we were invited over either?”
“Nope. I don’t even know her.”
Daniel looked over at Harry as they entered the Inkwell Bar. “Technically, I don’t either,” he pointed out.
“Yes, but at least she knows a version of you! She’s had some experience with Stargate! Far as I know, she’s never even looked at the Dresden Files.”
Daniel shrugged. “She’s read your threads in the Rift. That’s probably good enough for her. From what I hear, she – absorbs fandoms.” He shook his head, indicating he really didn’t get it either.
Clockwork Doc was at the bar, obviously waiting for them. “Hi you two,” he said with a small wave. “How are things?”
Both Daniel and Harry shrugged. “All right, I suppose,” Daniel said. “Of course there’s the whole mess with John Thane in the Rift, but I haven’t had much contact with that.”
“Things are pretty boring over in the Gauche,” Harry said. “At least Shepard’s back, so I can talk with her.”
Clockwork nodded. “I hear you. I haven’t had much to do myself, lately. Hopefully things will pick up later.” He smiled a bit. “Anyway, Victoria told me you were coming over for something to do with Ael’s birthday.” He reached under the bar and pulled out a flask of some sort, with an amber-colored liquid inside. “Apparently this is for you and the other muses.”
Harry eyed the liquid. “For us?”
“Yeah, it’s apparently something special she had TeenDoc cook up.” There was a pause. “Do you want to do a taste test before bringing it back?”
“Should we?” Daniel said, suddenly kind of wishing he had his zat on him. Not that he thought he really needed it – he just felt a bit more comfortable with it around.
“Considering it was TeenDoc who made it at Victoria’s direction, yes.” Clockwork pulled out some glasses and filled them about halfway with the liquid. “I’m sure it’s not poisonous or anything, but it might have – side effects.”
Harry and Daniel stared at their glasses a moment. “You have a full complement of antidotes and the like on hand?” Daniel asked, tentatively lifting his.
“Everything that could possibly be of use,” Clockwork nodded. He lifted his own glass. “Cheers.”
With that, he drank the concoction down. Daniel and Harry watched him for a moment, then followed suit. For a moment, there was nothing. Then, suddenly, there was a sudden warmth in their backs, followed by a loud ripping –
“WHAT THE HELL?!”
Harry stared in shock at the white, feathery wings now stretching out of his back. “Why on earth would she create something that would do this?!” he demanded.
Daniel examined his own, which were bright red and appeared to be smoldering a bit. “Phoenix wings,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Always with the dying thing. . . . I think she has a twisted sense of humor.”
“No, this is your mun’s fault. She told Victoria she liked wingfic, and I guess Vic thought it would be funny to actually give us wings.” Clockwork glared at the bar, trying to ignore the mechanical creations poking out of his coat. “Or you wings, anyway. I don’t think I was actually supposed to drink it. Though I wouldn’t put it past her.”
“How long do they last?” Harry demanded. “Do they actually work? Can we retract them, or at least get them some sort of harness?”
“I have enough trouble with occasionally causing small black holes. I don’t need this headache,” Daniel agreed with a scowl, his wings glowing slightly.
“I know – TEENDOC!”
TeenDoc came over, looking curious. “What is it, Clock – oh!” He stopped and stared at the trio, who frowned back at him. “That’s odd.
I thought I designed them all to produce purely feathered wings.”
Five minutes later, TeenDoc came sailing into the backroom, as if thrown by a hurricane-force wind. He landed with a thud and an “ooof!” He rubbed his backside and looked up sheepishly. “They found out.”
Victoria winced. “Ah, crap.”
More later -- I have Alice to play.
It Gives You Wings!
“So, you don’t have any idea why the hell we were invited over either?”
“Nope. I don’t even know her.”
Daniel looked over at Harry as they entered the Inkwell Bar. “Technically, I don’t either,” he pointed out.
“Yes, but at least she knows a version of you! She’s had some experience with Stargate! Far as I know, she’s never even looked at the Dresden Files.”
Daniel shrugged. “She’s read your threads in the Rift. That’s probably good enough for her. From what I hear, she – absorbs fandoms.” He shook his head, indicating he really didn’t get it either.
Clockwork Doc was at the bar, obviously waiting for them. “Hi you two,” he said with a small wave. “How are things?”
Both Daniel and Harry shrugged. “All right, I suppose,” Daniel said. “Of course there’s the whole mess with John Thane in the Rift, but I haven’t had much contact with that.”
“Things are pretty boring over in the Gauche,” Harry said. “At least Shepard’s back, so I can talk with her.”
Clockwork nodded. “I hear you. I haven’t had much to do myself, lately. Hopefully things will pick up later.” He smiled a bit. “Anyway, Victoria told me you were coming over for something to do with Ael’s birthday.” He reached under the bar and pulled out a flask of some sort, with an amber-colored liquid inside. “Apparently this is for you and the other muses.”
Harry eyed the liquid. “For us?”
“Yeah, it’s apparently something special she had TeenDoc cook up.” There was a pause. “Do you want to do a taste test before bringing it back?”
“Should we?” Daniel said, suddenly kind of wishing he had his zat on him. Not that he thought he really needed it – he just felt a bit more comfortable with it around.
“Considering it was TeenDoc who made it at Victoria’s direction, yes.” Clockwork pulled out some glasses and filled them about halfway with the liquid. “I’m sure it’s not poisonous or anything, but it might have – side effects.”
Harry and Daniel stared at their glasses a moment. “You have a full complement of antidotes and the like on hand?” Daniel asked, tentatively lifting his.
“Everything that could possibly be of use,” Clockwork nodded. He lifted his own glass. “Cheers.”
With that, he drank the concoction down. Daniel and Harry watched him for a moment, then followed suit. For a moment, there was nothing. Then, suddenly, there was a sudden warmth in their backs, followed by a loud ripping –
“WHAT THE HELL?!”
Harry stared in shock at the white, feathery wings now stretching out of his back. “Why on earth would she create something that would do this?!” he demanded.
Daniel examined his own, which were bright red and appeared to be smoldering a bit. “Phoenix wings,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Always with the dying thing. . . . I think she has a twisted sense of humor.”
“No, this is your mun’s fault. She told Victoria she liked wingfic, and I guess Vic thought it would be funny to actually give us wings.” Clockwork glared at the bar, trying to ignore the mechanical creations poking out of his coat. “Or you wings, anyway. I don’t think I was actually supposed to drink it. Though I wouldn’t put it past her.”
“How long do they last?” Harry demanded. “Do they actually work? Can we retract them, or at least get them some sort of harness?”
“I have enough trouble with occasionally causing small black holes. I don’t need this headache,” Daniel agreed with a scowl, his wings glowing slightly.
“I know – TEENDOC!”
TeenDoc came over, looking curious. “What is it, Clock – oh!” He stopped and stared at the trio, who frowned back at him. “That’s odd.
I thought I designed them all to produce purely feathered wings.”
Five minutes later, TeenDoc came sailing into the backroom, as if thrown by a hurricane-force wind. He landed with a thud and an “ooof!” He rubbed his backside and looked up sheepishly. “They found out.”
Victoria winced. “Ah, crap.”
More later -- I have Alice to play.
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Date: 2008-10-06 10:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-07 06:30 pm (UTC)Sorry, but I have a totally wrong sense of humor.
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Date: 2008-10-06 11:09 pm (UTC)Yay wings!
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Date: 2008-10-07 02:39 am (UTC)