Jesse needs to write that thing in the gate room. It was all set to be JO/DJ/T.
Title: Cake Up on 22
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Pairing: Daniel/Cameron/Walter
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A celebration of Walter's good services.
Content/warnings: None.
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
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Walter got a message on internal Jabber that there was cake up on 22.
When he got there the words "cake" "up" and "on" got all rearranged, because Dr. Jackson appeared to be "up" and Col. Mitchell was "on" him and the cake was also "on" him and being fed to him in little pieces, which appeared to be granted in accordance with how well he was performing some sort of internal muscular activity which of course Walter couldn't possibly know anything about from this angle.
"Oh! Um. Sorry. Iheardtherewascake," Walter stuttered as he fumbled and stumbled backwards for the door.
"Don't go, Walter," the colonel ordered. "Daniel's all warmed up for you. Sorry, we couldn't wait, but we took a picture of the cake!"
Later, when he saw the picture, he saw that indeed the cake had been for him, at the beginning. The icing read, "Thanks for opening the iris!"
He wondered how long it would be before he could follow that order again without blushing.
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Date: 2006-08-29 08:57 pm (UTC)