Attack of the Evil Alien Feather Monster
Sam looked at the long pretty alien feather she had brought back with her. Though she didn’t tend to do girlie things at work, she had a date and knew she wouldn’t get a chance to do it later, so she was painting her nails.
CLOP!
Sam looked up and noticed the bottle of fingernail polish had tipped over. Curious, she leaned closer. The feather lying nearby began to hiss at her. Bewildered, she back away from the table. The thing launched from the tabletop and lunged at her. Swishing and hissing in her face. She grabbed the nearest thing to her to shield herself and started trying to beat the thing back with… a coffee pot?
Teal’c entered at that point, saw the feather moving of its own volition and Sam cowering away from it, and pulled a long sharp knife out of its sheath, which he happened to be carrying. He moved between Sam and the evil alien feather, swiping at it as it viciously tried to attack him, swatting Teal’c with its… tail?
He scooped the viciously wiggling thing into his ornately-decorated leather bag, which he also happened to be carrying since we was dressed in renaissance attire to attend to the visiting Renaissance Festival and had decided to see if Sam had changed her mind.
“Thank-you, Teal’c, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t shown up.”
The evil feather squirmed in the pouch, as much as evil feathers squirm. “I am glad I was nearby to offer assistance. I shall take this to the animal lab.”
Sam, now recovered, got her first look at what Teal’c was dressed in. “In that?”
Teal’c stopped and turned with a questioning look. “Is there something WRONG with what I am wearing, Major Carter?”
Teal’c looked pleased with his choice of attire, she didn’t want to spoil it for him. Sam worked on keeping a straight face. “Oh, um, no… no…not really… carry on.”
Teal’c bowed and left.
Sam replaced the coffee pot and ducked her head to suppress the giggling that threatened to make its appearance while Teal’c was still in ear shot. When she was certain he was gone the thought of Teal’c happily traipsing down the halls of the SGC in that outfit with an evil hissing feather squirming in his leather pouch was too much and she let the laughter out, but not too much to ruin her mascara, she still had a date to get ready for.
The End
