:) Another fun little writing activity that may be ff.net worthy after some further development: an Inu-Yasha-Stargate crossover. (Set VERY early in the Inu-Yasha series and somewhere before, during, or after the Stargate series.) Like with the last one I actually wrote a substantial amount on, sorry for the redundancies. (The Department of Redundancies Department made me do it!) And I didn't mean to make Teal'c seem so dense! Really! I like Teal'c! NO! Don't put me on the wrong end of the Jaffa Revenge stuff... please? Pretty please!? Hello? Can anyon-- *silence* *You are glad she finally shut up so you can go about reading.*



Inu-Yasha found himself in a furball, so to speak. Invisible hair tugged on his arms and legs, preventing him from moving.

"Ah..." cried Yura, "what a lovely fly I've caught. You're Inu-Yasha, aren't you?"

His eyes narrowed. "And you're Yura of..." He stopped in mid-epithet as his surroundings changed without warning. The young demon before him and the ball of hair behind her faded to another place like a bad scene change in some cheap scifi movie, but he wouldn't know that. All he knew was that another woman now leaned over him, preventing him from properly taking note of his surroundings. "...the hair?"

The woman had short, blonde hair and a strange face. She said over her shoulder, "Colonel, he's coming to!"

His eyebrows furrowed as she backed away to be replaced by a middle-aged man with abnormally short hair. "Who are you?"

He looked away to see a row of beds in line with his that ended in ugly white drapery. "Why should I tell you?"

"Because," the stranger began, becoming a little frustrated, "you--"

"Jack," interrupted a third voice from behind him that the half-demon could not see. "He's probably confused. Obviously, he's not from around here."

"Then what can you get out of him, Danny?" Jack rebutted.

Danny came up on the half-demon's right, which was when he realized that his normal clothes were gone and replaced with thinner, white clothing. Unfortunately, he still wore that cursed necklace of prayer-beads.

Danny, like the other three that Inu-Yasha could now see, did not look right, something about how their eyes were shaped and how short they wore their hair. How distasteful! Anyhow, he spoke, pointing from himself around the room to the woman still standing on the half-demon's left. "I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson, that's Teal'c, he's Colonel Jack O'Neill, and she's Major Samantha Carter." He looked back to the figure on the hospital bed. "Who are you?"

"My name's Inu-Yasha."

Daniel frowned. "Sounds oriental."

"I wonder if he knows anything about Yu," said Major Carter.

The half-demon raised an eyebrow. "I've never met any of you before!"

Most of them smiled or even laughed--how dare they--while Teal'c only showed the faintest hint of a grin. "That's just like you when you heard about him, Colonel," Sam offered.

"You did it, too, when Jacob came before the System Lords' party," Jack reminded her.

Most of the smile dropped off her face. "It was a joke."

While they carried on, Inu-Yasha took the time to get familiar with his surroundings. He could see two exits: one directly across from his bed, where he could see two other uniformed humans, and one at the end of the room with shelving and supplies visible on the other side. He could not understand where the light was coming from; it was not from the sun or from fire or magic. But he had seen something similar once before at Kagome's house.

"--asha? Inu-Yasha? Are you all right?" Daniel asked.

"Of course I am!" he snapped.

Daniel frowned. "Well, Janet, the doctor, says that you're going to be fine, but she wants to keep you here overnight."

"Who are we to argue with the almighty doctor?" Jack inquired sarcastically.

"Fools," the half-demon muttered under his breath. The three men left, leaving Sam alone with him. She didn't say anything for a while, but just kept staring, not even looking into his eyes. "What's your problem?" Inu-Yasha finally asked.

She shook her head, as if trying to clear it after a bad dream. "Sorry. I just can't get over how weird your ears are."

He looked straight out the door again, exasperated. "Why does everyone seem to have an obsession with my ears?"

Sam shrugged. "They're different from everything we've seen. And they kind of remind me of my cat Schrodinger's ears."

"Dog ears," he said. At her baffled expression, he explained, "They should look more like dog ears."

She shrugged and smiled. "Okay. Janet says you should get some rest, so I'll leave." With that, she stood and walked out the exit, closing the metal door behind her.

Then he noticed that the air smelled extraordinarily clean. Yuck! He glanced around and smelled the air again, this time ignoring the sterile scent, to find that the room was lifeless. He jumped out of the bed, immediately noticing how drafty these human clothes were, and scouted around the infirmary until he found his clothes.

Once he had changed out of the abominable garments into something decent, literally, he checked the unguarded exit to find that it was only a closet. With only a tiny measure of reluctance, he incapacitated the two guards and followed the distinct trail of the tall, dark man--Teal'c--to a slightly larger room than the one he had been in before. This one held food of some sort, or at least that's what it looked like since many were eating it. But it didn't smell at all appetizing to the half-demon. (Except for the neon green stuff that wiggled, of course, and the soft, cold, creamy stuff and the...) Well, maybe some of it smelled appetizing.

Just then, an alarm went off, causing whirling red lights to glow and spin. Teal'c jumped up from his peaceful and rather large meal and began running towards the control room without thinking. Long before he could get there, however, when he had only gotten to the door, he slammed into Inu-Yasha and noticed that the half-demon was out of place.

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Inu-Yasha paced back and forth in the cage. He had already tried to use his claws to escape, but not only had his claws not gone through the metal, which was no surprise, but two armed and annoyed guards had run in. So now he paced, not really doing much of anything until the metal door flew open to reveal a very unhappy Colonel O'Neill.

"You killed them?" he nearly yelled.

Inu-Yasha shrugged. "They were in my way."

"What are you, a Goa'uld?" His eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion.

He shrugged. "I'm a half-demon."

Jack's voice got loud again. "I knew it! You are a Goa'uld!" Then he took a look at the ears, and it was obvious that he reconsidered the statement.

"I don't know what you're talking about; just take me back to where I was."

The colonel rolled his eyes. "Like that's going to happen; we pulled you off of a Goa'uld mothership!"

"A what?" His brows furrowed again. What in all the hells was a mothership?

"You were on one of their ships and you don't know what a Goa'uld is?" Jack asked incredulously, moving closer to the bars that separated them.

Oh, so a mothership is some kind of boat... he thought. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Jack frowned and decided to back off a little for once. "So what's the last thing you remember?"

How much should I tell him? He obviously wouldn't know what I'm talking about. "I was fighting Yura with Kagome," he replied, deciding that if he told all, the stupid human would still be none the wiser.

Jack frowned. "You were fighting I'm a with gag on me?" he repeated, bringing forth a rather large grin from the half-demon. "Which is the Goa'uld?"

Thought someone might be interested in "I was a Teenage Tok'ra." Draft 1

She stared defiantly at the so-called "god" that towered before her in his grand attire: Ra. *I should never have let this happen, but it's too late now.*

Ra snapped his fingers and his pet Jaffa, also dressed elaborately, came forward. He pried open her clenched jaw, poured the contents of a golden goblet into her mouth, and held her mouth and lips shut, in effect, forcing her to swallow.

Oh, how the fiery liquid burned! Its chemicals quickly leapt into her blood, having separate effects for symbiote and host. The chemicals slammed into her, reminding her of coming out of hyperspace without bracing herself. She held onto consciousness with every fiber of strength she had, trying desperately to remove the chemicals from her host's blood. If she didn't, Eminara would be forced to reveal everything the two of them knew of the Tok'ra.

The last thing Vinnet knew before her grasp of consciousness slipped away was Ra's sinister laugh at the knowledge of her desperation.


Sarah awoke breathing hard and lying dead still, as if a single twitch would be rewarded with a painful zat blast. She took a few moments to calm down before noting the comforting weight of her dog at the foot of her bed.

She thought about rolling over and going back to sleep, but panicked when she realized she couldn’t. Of course, how could she have forgotten about Vinnet, even at... two: forty-three in the morning?

The Tok'ra glanced around the room, which was lit by a digital clock display that cast an eerie green tint to the dog, bed posts, wooden desk, and shadowy figure in the corner. Vinnet looked again. Of course there wasn't any shadowy figures in the corner, waiting to kill her!

After quickly checking for traces of the fire drink in Sarah, the Tok'ra let her get back to sleep; later that day would be their first day of school together.


*It's all about the Pentiums, baby!
It's all about the Pentiums, baby!*

Sarah jerked awake at the beginning of the semi-rap-ish song. Vinnet merely wondered why anyone would write a song about computers, even if her host did find the words amusing.

The eighth grader readied herself and, deciding that if she could go thirty hours without food, she'd be good until lunch, headed straight to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Now, this would not normally be mentioned in a story, but most stories do not have Tok'ra brushing their teeth.

As her host readied the toothbrush and paste, Vinnet realized the purpose of the ritual. //That will not be necessary,// she thought, deciding words would best communicate her exact feelings on the matter.

Her host raised an eyebrow and continued. //Oh, really?//

//I can prevent anything better than you will with that,// the symbiote boasted.

//Go ahead,// Sarah replied, //but humor me.//

The symbiote mentally rolled her eyes and paid attention as Sarah half-heartedly ran the brush around her mouth.

With that done, she grabbed her coat and backpack and strolled out the new front door into the biting cold February morning. She arrived at the bus stop to find the rest of her group already there.

"Hey, Sarah," Jane greeted. "You missed the best discussion in Ancient Civ. yesterday! Marc got Mr. McC. to tell us stories all period!"

"I'm not even in your class," Sarah reminded her.

"Yeah, where were you?" Linda asked.

A mischievous smile came over her face. "I was abducted by aliens, who wanted to put a tracking device in me, but I said no thanks."

Most of the group groaned, except for Kat, who laughed... once. "Where were you really?" asked Caitlyn, a sophomore and Jane's sister.

Vinnet also scolded the Tau'ri for coming so close to the truth. "I was sick. Sith! I forgot my note, too." She frowned.

//This note must be from soneone in authority?// Vinnet inquired, seeking confirmation of what she already knew.

//Yeah. Not you.//

//How about Colonel O'Neill?//

She raised an eyebrow, belatedly realizing that she was talking to a snake in her head and that the others wouldn't understand. She'd have to get used to that. //It's all right. We'll get one for tomorrow. One day won't hurt anything.//

When the bus came, she hurried on to find that the closest empty seat to the front was only three seats from the back. She reluctantly took it, attempting to breathe less of the smelly air. //Please have a seat and join the dregs of the universe in the smokey undertail of the bustling metropolis of Coruscant,// Sarah thought to herself.

//Coruscant?//

//You're in my head, you should be able to... I dont' know, access what I know, right?// she thought as she was reminded of all the pictures and descriptions of Coruscant she'd seen.

Egeria's Hope

Lieutenant Lanfried had always had great health. And while she had gone through the normal cuts, bruises, colds, and upset stomachs, they had never seemed as bad to her as other people described. She had, until this point, somehow managed not to have an MRI or anything of the sort. So, upon her return from her first mission at the SGC, she was quite surprised when she was told that she hosted a Goa'uld, and a queen, no less.

She thought over her first and last mission: It had only been a "routine" off-world briefing on a Tok'ra base, but it was the most eye-opening experience she had ever been through besides becoming part of the SGC in the first place. She didn't remember blacking out or any particular pain in her neck or... or wherever that thing... however that thing... got in.

Lanfried snuggled against the solidity of the wall of her confinement cell, reveling in how, though the rest of her world seemed to be melting before her eyes, that wall stood rock still, not wavering in the least. She laughed gently. Amazing how simple things make all the difference sometimes.

She felt something shift deep within her, but paid it no mind; she had come to ignore that feeling or whatever that came whenever she was upset. This time, though, it didn't stop shortly. This shiver-up-your-spine feeling continued to climb further up her back, but it wasn't really in her spine that she felt this. Around it, maybe, but... Pain. More pain than before. A physical hurt this time. Soon, though, it stopped, and she realized, somehow, that it wasn't supposed to hurt. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Sometimes, though, things happen in a way that they weren't supposed to.

***

Docter Frasier approached the two guards outside her patient's confinement cell. If there was one part of her job that she hated, her duty in dealing with possible Goa'uld had to take the cake. And this time, it was a queen, too. She thought of the last Goa'uld queen in the SGC long ago. Hathor had been such a nightmare to all of them, but the memories of that incident were much more vivid in her mind than those of the men on-base.

She shook her head, trying to focus on the situation at hand. Maybe things weren't as bad as she thought they were. Maybe the MRI was wrong. Maybe the lieutenant was perfectly healthy; after all, she hadn't exhibited any Goa'uld-like behavior, and she had only visited a Tok'ra base. Yeah, and maybe the colonel won't be sarcastic today.

Frasier looked up through the small window in time to see a golden eye flash. So much for that idea.

Quote of the day: Ich haben nicht.

Question of the day: What is with that stupid writer's block? And what's up with the biology projects? Grr. Any teacher with a decent respect for kids and what they do in their free time would give us a whole week to spend on those projects!

Ted's question #19: Can I have a cookie now?

Reeses progress report: Reeses? As I explained to Mara Jade, Jedi, I'm supposed to be neglecting fanfiction and writing an original work for biology. Yeah, right. The beginning stunk worse than a rotting pile of manuer. My friends' cats have hacked up better things, to put in the words of one of my reviews on Reeses. (It's okay; Teoney was joking.) I think it might be a good time to actually come up with a plot for what I'm calling "CCW:" Chlorophyll/ chloroplast whatevers. I might just name the story that and have one of the main characters call it that. I don't know. The whole idea of an STD really just sends shivers up my spine. It's one of those things like history and biology where you'd just rather be a Goa'uld.

But Father, Where Art Thou is coming along well. If Mara Jade, Jedi e-mails me back soon, that is. Well, gute nacht.

Other:
Anaitis was the ancient Persion goddess of water, fertility, war, and patroness of women. Name means "the immaculate one."

Father, Where Art Thou?
Jack finds himself in trouble… again.

“So, class, does anyone know what happens beyond the event horizon of a black hole?”

He rolled his eyes; high school teachers still treated them like idiots. Even Carter wasn’t this bad!

The teacher picked on Matt, one of the football players, who answered, “Things get stretched to infinity and become really small and dense.”

The teacher looked around the room for more answers. “No one else? When objects cross the event horizon, time starts to dilate. This is because—”

“Mrs. McDonald, time dilates long before the even horizon is crossed,” he interrupted, bored and annoyed.

“Jonathan O’Neill, how many times do I have to tell you to not disrupt my class? You’re here to learn what the world knows, not what you think you know.”

He rolled his eyes again. “For crying out loud, I didn’t think my fellow classmates would appreciate if I let you teach it wrong.” Poorly contained giggle arose around him; everyone loved it when he contradicted the teacher and got her off-track.

“Mr. O’Neill, I will not stand your disruptions today. You have three nights’ detention. Now go to the office.” She scribbled some half-legible note on a green piece of paper with the school’s name on it—a “hall pass.”

A couple more snickers let loose before her gaze found the sources. The noise level gradually rose as people began whispering to each other.

Jack grabbed the pass and left, grateful to not have to listen to the Carter-babble any longer. “No, don’t listen to me,” he whispered as he plodded down the stairs by the classroom. “Don’t listen to the guy who had to drop a bomb into an active wormhole to cut it off from a black hole!”

He rounded a couple more corners and swung open the office door to be greeted by the bright, smiling face of the guidance councilor.

“Jack, I thought you promised me you wouldn’t get thrown out of science class again.”

All his hope for a decent day flew down the drain. "Did I? Well, if Mrs. McDonald would teach right, I wouldn't be here."

"Jack, we've been over this before. What gives you the idea that you know more that your teachers?"

*Maybe because I've done this before?* he thought. "My very good friend is an astrophysicist and she told me."

The councilor closed his eyes. "Jack, I think we need to speak to your parents."

He almost laughed, remembering that he lived alone. "Where's Thor when you need him?" he muttered.

"What did you say, Jack?"

He put on his "who, me?" face. "Nothing, Mr. Jones. Just where's the phone?"

The councilor did not look amused, but pointed into his office.

"Oh, right, thanks." He found the black "phone of doom" and dialed the number for the SGC. "Colonel O'Neill, please?"

A few seconds later: "What, Daniel?!"

He lowered his voice. "Colonel O'Neill, this is Colonel O'Neill."

"Oh, sorry." He heard a squeak as the leader of SG-1 sat back at his desk.

"Um, the guidance councilor wants to speak to my parents. Somehow, I don't think he'll buy that I live alone."

"Good. Danny's been bugging us with his rock stuff, so Carter and I will be right over."

"Great."

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Ten minutes later, Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter walked into the office in quickly-changed civilian clothes and sat down with Jack in the dreaded guidance office.

"Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill, I presume?" Jones asked.

A moment of silence passed before: "Uh, not quite." "Actually, I'm Samantha Carter." "No!"

He appeared puzzled for a moment. "Would you happen to be the astrophysicist Jonathan has learned so much from?"

Carter frowned and glanced to the two Jacks. "Uh, I never knew they--he--was listening."

"I see. The probem is that he repeatedly disrupts class by contradicting his teachers."

"About what?" Carter inquired.

"Oh, you know," young Jack replied, "black holes, faster-than-light travel, wormholes, all the stuff I know more about than she ever will."

O'Neill and Carter shot him a collective glare. "Will you please excuse us?" the colonel requested, his voice turning towards anger.

"Now, sir, there's no reason to be upset. He's a bright kid, but he doesn't know where to stop."

"Exactly," replied the elder Jack.

Councilor Jones leaned forward slightly. "We're not here to punish Jonathan any more than he already has been with his three nights' detention. I'm just going to suggest that you expose him to other genres besides science fiction."

Meanwhile, the Jacks leaned together and kept their voices down. "What did you say?" SG-1's leader asked.

"Not much," Jack Junior replied. "I didn't say that any of it exists, just that it could happen. It's not like I went into Carter-babble or mentioned anything."

O'Neill looked wary. "Oh. Okay. That makes everything better."

"I know you don't believe me, but you can trust me as much as you trust yourself."

O'Neill's brows furrowed, and he looked just plain doubtful. As the Jacks broke up, Sam shook her head, verifying that the councilor had been listening to whatever she was saying instead of them.

"I guess that's everything," the councilor remarked. "I must say, Jack, that you bear a remarkable resemblance to your father."

He shrugged and replied, a hint of bitterness in his tone, "Imagine that."

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I hope you know that I like you guys a lot or else I wouldn't have just gone through and deleted three characters before every quotation mark or apostrophe in the first half and edited the program's errors with spell-check in the second half.

Just an idea I thought I'd jot down and permit my loyal viewers to peruse. *tries to keep mock obnoxious expression on face, but fails, cracking up*

"You're welcome to stay in my room until we find somewhere else for you to stay," I offered, swinging open my door and leading her into my room.

She offered her thanks and said good-night. Then she turned into the room and stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes darted from my unicorn poster to my horse figurines, my wolf comforter, the 101 Dalmation pillow covers, and, finally, my Star Wars daily calendar.

She turned on her heel and took off at full speed, plowing into me so that we both fell back in a heap. Garshaw walked over and climbed onto her back to lick her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked from the bottom of the pile once I'd recovered my breath.

"Eyes," she whispered. "They're everywhere!"

Quote of the day: Ichkkk! Liebe dichkkk!

Question of the day: ...How come everyone makes fun of German?

Ted's question #18: Aren't you ever going to fix that nice, soft beach ball that you gave me the other day?

Reeses progress report: Um... None on Reeses, but I might have a few ideas for Terran Jedi...

Dunno if anyone's interested, but here's a story I wrote back at Slippery Rock when I started this thing. Enjoy! It's a Hot Pink/ Reeses crossover. (aka. SW and SG-1) Oh, yeah, there's also some elements of my friend's fanfic in it, too!
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A figure ran toward a large, circular structure and the corresponding pedestal, seven angry men in metal armor and lion-headed helmets following. Their long, staff-like weapons traced golden energy along her path, coming only close enough to their target to encourage greater speed and agility. Yeah, Vandrof was right, she thought, darting to the left, I go anywhere in these clothes and it’s a dead give-away I’m not here to make an alliance with these trigger-happy idiots.

Soon, she reached the pedestal and smacked a few of the symbols on its broad, circular surface on the way to ducking behind it. She hopped up and dialed a couple more and again, but this time, she thought she felt her hand press against three instead of the two she needed. Even if I did dial wrong, if I get anywhere in one piece, it’ll be better than staying here. A large blue splash announced the opening of an active wormhole and she dashed into it. After a few moments of the whirling light show known as ‘gate travel, she found herself on another world with various humanoids that she’d never seen before staring at her. Immediately, she dove for the bare dirt ground; many staff weapon blasts were still searching for their target.

***

Chaos had already reigned at the excavation site for four hours straight by the time the Gungan Vornskr landed on Sehkmet III. As the two freighter captains walked down the boarding ramp side by side, each observed a different aspect of the goings-on. Captain Lynsie Stormrider, a tall, cat-like half-breed, noted the utter shock and disorder felt by those who worked here. Her friend in life and rival in business, a Gungan named Jess Jess Cadyue, saw only a slightly more lively camp than the one here the previous day.

They approached a nearby off-white tent and Lynsie spoke to the make-shift guards flanking the entrance, about the only stationary figures within ten kilometers. “What’s happening that’s so extraordinary that you need a Jedi?”

The brown and cream Bothan on the right looked up into her green eyes. “This morning, we turned the artifact up on its side, like it was shown in the glyphs. About an hour later, this bright blue thing jumped out of the circle. Then she,” he explained, motioning to the interior of the tent, “walked out of the water looking thing in the circle.”

His partner, a human in his thirties, continued for him. “We weren’t sure if she was friend or foe, so we commed you.”
She nodded and led the Gungan into the canvas construction where they found a human wearing a loose shirt and comfortable jeans pacing around the small enclose. A small ditch had begun to form, marking her path.

The dirty-blonde-haired woman stopped and looked at the two alien beings in front fo her. “I can understand why you’re cautious to let me have free roam of this place, but what’s all the talk about whether I’m an Imperial or not? If you let me have a minute with the ‘gate and DHD, I’d be happy to leave the way I came and get out of your hair.”

Jess Jess frowned momentarily, the expression exaggerated on her face. “Those of us who are non-human don’t appreciate the Imperials’ anti-alien bias. That prejudice means that almost all Imperials are human. When you got here, at least three people were killed by the circle, two of which were non-human.”

Her eyes widened. “I had no idea… I thought everyone knew to stand clear when it dialed.”

Lynsie sensed her sincerity and honest confusion as well as… someone else who existed where the stranger stood, but didn’t control the words. This – other – felt many of the same emotions as the captive before her, but it had a different perspective on the situation. This puzzled the half-breed; never before had she encountered two beings in the same physical space. “There’s another mind where you are,” she blurted out.

The prisoner looked to the taller alien, surprise scribbled all over her face. “Yeah… So?”

This took Lynsie aback. “So what is it?”

She shrugged and dipped her head, kind of like an over-exaggerated nod. When her head came back up, her voice was deeper and echoed slightly. “Let it suffice to say that I am another life form which has probably not been encountered on this world."

Just thought I'd chime in here with my three quotes of the day.

Quote of the day:

1) (from W's discussion of "Cask of Amontillado") "'You stink!' 'That's death!'"

2) "You can do what you have to do, and sometimes you can do it even better than you think you can." -Jimmy Carter

3) "Being a Tok'ra host is kinda like sitting next to a person on the bus. You can listen to what they say, but you can look out the window instead. And they can get your attention a number of ways from tapping your shoulder to elbowing you in the side. They can also whisper to themselves or scream in your ear, as can you." -Sarah Anderson, 2004 (this signifies that it is a quote of a fictional figure)

Question of the day: Why didn't that study guide for the history test correspond to the test itself?

Ted's question #17: Why am I abandoned down here? Shouldn't you be fawning over me, adoring my every move?

Reeses progress report: I almost forgot. No progress on anything. Sorry.

Quote of the day: "'Lethargic Major General.' Is that a rank or something?"

Question of the day: See above. After all, I am quoting me.

Ted's question #16: Will you let me out of the room yet? I'm getting tired of being in here with you.

Reeses progress report: Uh, no progress on Reeses, but I am making headway in what I'm calling "CCW"--my story for biology class. I actually got about three paragraphs written since last night...