Fic: Pet Therapy, or Checkmate Ficlet That Somehow Includes Caldwell. And Teal'c.
Pet Therapy, or Checkmate Ficlet that Somehow Includes Caldwell. And Teal'c.
McKay/Sheppard
G
No spoilers, no warnings. Well. It might be a little sweet.
unbeta'd
post-transformation
Author's note: And even before you ask I have no idea what leads up to this. I think is has to do with morale and Caldwell's high blood pressure or something. Just relax and trust that all will be revealed. Or not. I honestly had *nothing* about Caldwell until about ten minutes ago. People kept asking about it until my brain just locked up and I thought, oh well, that's not going to ever happen. But then suddenly it did. So just trust me, okay? It'll happen when it happens. Also, apologies for being so cranky. It was nearly two in the morning when I posted this.
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Lorne and Kate Heightmeyer handle the official request stuff of bureaucracy. John talks to the General O’Neill, who gets this completely evil look on his face, which is when John knows they really have a shot.
O'Neill deputizes Teal’c and Sam and by the time the Daedealus comes back, she has two ship’s cats. Caldwell seems really, really mellow and can barely bring himself to sneer at anyone.
Not even Jack O'Neill can get around the animal quarantine between Earth and Pegasus, but if they're confined to quarters and kept on the ship, it's cool.
Teal’c is uncharacteristically smug. Or he has indigestion, John can’t really tell. Impressed, John can't quite believe that they actually pulled this off and that Teal'c snagged a ride as - essentially - a pet sitter. Well, also possibly a Daniel Jackson sitter.
But then again, SG-1 has to deal with Caldwell, presumably, pretty often in the Milky Way, so…maybe not so much. And vice versa. And SG~1 has saved the world a lot and Dr. Jackson has a bad habit of dying. So again, maybe not so much.
As some sort of godfather to the ship’s cats, Teal’c formally introduces Castor and Pollux to John in one of the rec rooms, where they have a pretty sweet set up; lots of perches and soft places to sit near the window and things that squeak and crinkle. All of it has a home-made look John is familiar with.
Lindsey Novak is teasing Castor - a cushy-looking tabby - with a feather/string/stick thing. She doesn’t even hiccup when they come in, just smiles. She looks all glowy, like a painting of a Madonna John saw once. Serene, which is never something he'd ever thought Novak could pull off.
John hunkers down and offers Pollux - long and black with a white bib and paws - his fingers to sniff.
"Pollux seems to feel responsible for greeting each person who enters."
“Ah. First Contact Team Leader, hmm?" Pollux gives John a grave look, then scent marks his hand. "Two cats, Teal'c? Wow.”
“It is my understanding, Colonel Sheppard, that the felines are healthier and are better socialized if they have a companion.”
“Indeed,” John says as he scritches Pollux's left ear. As soon as the word is out of his mouth, he winces and glances an apology at Teal’c, whose eyebrows seem mildly amused.
“I, too, find myself picking up the language of my collegues,” he says with a short bow. “It is cool.”
John snorts. “Here, watch this,” he says and pulls out the toy Kate helped him make. Pollux’s eyes light up and dilate as John jingles it above his head. He stares at John’s hand, his hindquarters wiggling in anticipation.
“Hey, Pollux, “ John drawls, ridiculously pleased. “Go long.”
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McKay/Sheppard
G
No spoilers, no warnings. Well. It might be a little sweet.
unbeta'd
post-transformation
Author's note: And even before you ask I have no idea what leads up to this. I think is has to do with morale and Caldwell's high blood pressure or something. Just relax and trust that all will be revealed. Or not. I honestly had *nothing* about Caldwell until about ten minutes ago. People kept asking about it until my brain just locked up and I thought, oh well, that's not going to ever happen. But then suddenly it did. So just trust me, okay? It'll happen when it happens. Also, apologies for being so cranky. It was nearly two in the morning when I posted this.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lorne and Kate Heightmeyer handle the official request stuff of bureaucracy. John talks to the General O’Neill, who gets this completely evil look on his face, which is when John knows they really have a shot.
O'Neill deputizes Teal’c and Sam and by the time the Daedealus comes back, she has two ship’s cats. Caldwell seems really, really mellow and can barely bring himself to sneer at anyone.
Not even Jack O'Neill can get around the animal quarantine between Earth and Pegasus, but if they're confined to quarters and kept on the ship, it's cool.
Teal’c is uncharacteristically smug. Or he has indigestion, John can’t really tell. Impressed, John can't quite believe that they actually pulled this off and that Teal'c snagged a ride as - essentially - a pet sitter. Well, also possibly a Daniel Jackson sitter.
But then again, SG-1 has to deal with Caldwell, presumably, pretty often in the Milky Way, so…maybe not so much. And vice versa. And SG~1 has saved the world a lot and Dr. Jackson has a bad habit of dying. So again, maybe not so much.
As some sort of godfather to the ship’s cats, Teal’c formally introduces Castor and Pollux to John in one of the rec rooms, where they have a pretty sweet set up; lots of perches and soft places to sit near the window and things that squeak and crinkle. All of it has a home-made look John is familiar with.
Lindsey Novak is teasing Castor - a cushy-looking tabby - with a feather/string/stick thing. She doesn’t even hiccup when they come in, just smiles. She looks all glowy, like a painting of a Madonna John saw once. Serene, which is never something he'd ever thought Novak could pull off.
John hunkers down and offers Pollux - long and black with a white bib and paws - his fingers to sniff.
"Pollux seems to feel responsible for greeting each person who enters."
“Ah. First Contact Team Leader, hmm?" Pollux gives John a grave look, then scent marks his hand. "Two cats, Teal'c? Wow.”
“It is my understanding, Colonel Sheppard, that the felines are healthier and are better socialized if they have a companion.”
“Indeed,” John says as he scritches Pollux's left ear. As soon as the word is out of his mouth, he winces and glances an apology at Teal’c, whose eyebrows seem mildly amused.
“I, too, find myself picking up the language of my collegues,” he says with a short bow. “It is cool.”
John snorts. “Here, watch this,” he says and pulls out the toy Kate helped him make. Pollux’s eyes light up and dilate as John jingles it above his head. He stares at John’s hand, his hindquarters wiggling in anticipation.
“Hey, Pollux, “ John drawls, ridiculously pleased. “Go long.”
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