Chloe/Trip Crossover Picspam/Story-thing for Stargateland.
This story is color coded, as in, the color of the text represents who is speaking. My layout is a fixed width, but you should still be able to read the text okay enough. Also, I have no ill will towards Matthew Scott, at all. :) (You'll understand why I say this when you reach the end of the story)
Trip Tucker
Chloe Armstrong
T'Pol
Captain Archer
Vanessa James
As you can see, my sheer amount of awesomeness alone is not enough to solve this technovirus problem, so I believe that we acquire assistance.
Trip, since it's the future and we have amazing technology, let's beam in a pretty girl to help us, yeah? What do you think of Chloe Armstrong from SGU?
Holy hannah montana, that sounds amazing, Cap'n! Let's get started!
Later on, Trip decides to beam Chloe onboard the Enterprise on his own, because he doesn't feel like waiting for Cap'n Archer to finish his bon-bons and roll on in. *beams her*
What in the world!?
OMG, Chloe Armstrong! HUGE FAN, love the show. So, while I've got ya, mind tellin' me 'bout them snazzy equations you did in Pathogen? 'Cuz our ship has a technovirus and we'd like your help.
OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE THAT WRAITH FROM ATLANTIS??
What's a...w..raith? How do you spell that, exactly?
Huh, different reality. Nevermind, then! Let's take a peek at your technovirus!
I'm like, so excited to work with ya! This technovirus has taken me the better part of a--
Yeah, it's kind of an individual thing, Trip. *solves the technovirus in a minute*
OMG, you are my dream girl. *flails* See, I downloaded a photo of your hotness to my ipad desktop, hee! By the way, want to come to my room?
Uhh, k. I'm not sure how I feel about that ipad photo though...how did you get that? I thought I sent that to Scott...
DO NOT QUESTION ME, CHLOE. I AM THE ALL POWERFUL THORN-IN-YOUR SIDE WRAITH FROM SGA, MWAHAHA. BLUE ALIENS GOT NOTHIN' ON ME, BISH.
Multiple personality disorder, huh? Yeah, I think I can relate...
*Randomly fantasizing* ...Unfunf, Chloe.
*In Trip's mind* Solving that technovirus got me worked up, bb. Show me some Southern comfort?
*In reality* So, did I mention just how uncomfortable I am with all of this?
You're a bigger buzzkill than Buzzkillington, you know that? *Awkward*
...
*starts to whistle*
Oh, Chloe, bb. You're the one, the one in the sun, tralalala~
Oh Chloe, my darlin', you make life worth livin' - oh yeah, oh yeah! - you kept this ship sailin' when even the Chief Engineer (that's me, hee!) thought of bailin'! You got rid of that technovirus so smooth...just like the way I killed all of those people on Atlant--er, so. 'Sup?
That was the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me! *Disregards murders* I'm on the most depressing show, like, ever, so it's always nice to have some fun! I've enjoyed myself here - you're a swell fella, Trip Tucker from Texas.
Actually, I'm from Florida (or Atlantis, lulz) even though I go on and on about Texas on the show, isn't that strange? butyeah, you're the belle of the ball, bb. Thank you for your technovirus help. ♥
Chloe, it's Vanessa. What are you doing in here?
SAY WHAT??? *is totally trippin'*
Wait...if I'm still here...does that mean that my Southern gentlemen ISN'T Trip Tucker!? Oh, right...it's Scott, isn't it? *Vanessa nods*
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NOOOOO
OOOOOO
OOO!!! /END