#045 - Undercover Jaffa
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tthdrabblestitle: Undercover Jaffa
word count: 200
fandom: Stargate SG-1
challenge: #45 - come as you aren't
summary: Buffy is asked to go undercover to Slay Ba'al.
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
notes: Set in S9/S10 of SG-1, and post-series for Buffy. Also for the FFA, Buffy/Teal'c.
"Are you serious?" Buffy asked dubiously, fingering the golden appliqué symbol she'd just been ordered to superglue to her forehead. "I mean, won't he be able to tell I don't have one of those--" She gestured vaguely at her abdomen.
Teal'c inclined his head. "The prevalence of Free Jaffa using tretonin has risen dramatically as their Goa'uld symbiotes have matured and access to new larvae has become limited," he explained.
"Which means as long as you can defend yourself against his Jaffa," Cam said, "and don't let him get his hand up your shirt, there's no way Ba'al can prove you aren't what you say you are."
"And that's the ex-First-Prime of some snake called Ass-tart?" Buffy raised her eyebrows in disbelief.
"Astarte," Daniel corrected her, wincing. "An ex-consort of his. We think he'll want to question you about her personally, rather than using a clone."
She narrowed her eyes. "If this turns out to be some kind of haze-the-new-team-member costume prank..."
"It is not," Teal'c said, eyes sparkling with amusement, his deep voice a pleasant, familiar rumble in her bones.
...She could always use it to play dress-up with her ex-First-Prime boyfriend afterward, Buffy thought speculatively, and smiled.
(fin)
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word count: 200
fandom: Stargate SG-1
challenge: #45 - come as you aren't
summary: Buffy is asked to go undercover to Slay Ba'al.
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
notes: Set in S9/S10 of SG-1, and post-series for Buffy. Also for the FFA, Buffy/Teal'c.
"Are you serious?" Buffy asked dubiously, fingering the golden appliqué symbol she'd just been ordered to superglue to her forehead. "I mean, won't he be able to tell I don't have one of those--" She gestured vaguely at her abdomen.
Teal'c inclined his head. "The prevalence of Free Jaffa using tretonin has risen dramatically as their Goa'uld symbiotes have matured and access to new larvae has become limited," he explained.
"Which means as long as you can defend yourself against his Jaffa," Cam said, "and don't let him get his hand up your shirt, there's no way Ba'al can prove you aren't what you say you are."
"And that's the ex-First-Prime of some snake called Ass-tart?" Buffy raised her eyebrows in disbelief.
"Astarte," Daniel corrected her, wincing. "An ex-consort of his. We think he'll want to question you about her personally, rather than using a clone."
She narrowed her eyes. "If this turns out to be some kind of haze-the-new-team-member costume prank..."
"It is not," Teal'c said, eyes sparkling with amusement, his deep voice a pleasant, familiar rumble in her bones.
...She could always use it to play dress-up with her ex-First-Prime boyfriend afterward, Buffy thought speculatively, and smiled.
(fin)
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