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30 June 2006 @ 04:17 pm
Fic: The Clue Stick (SG-1)  
In the interest of putting my fic here as well, even though the people interested have already read it. This is slightly edited from the group version.

Fic: The Clue Stick
Summary: In the tunnels, a certain Tok'ra is too busy to notice what's going on...
Rating: oh,PG-13 for innuendo
Warning: much gratuitous minor character use. pairings (and almost pairings) that boggle the mind. Read at your own risk. :P

yes, I managed to write short and fluffy. Yes, I think that's one of the signs of an impending Apocalypse... :D

Malek frowned at the most recent arrival to his
chamber. "Jalen? I thought you were leaving today?"

She smiled at him. "Not for a few hours. I thought
that you might need a break. We could go visit the

She trailed off suggestively, but he shook his head
once. "Not right now, I'm waiting for Sina's

Her face fell in disappointment and she sighed once
before bidding him farewell. He barely paid any
notice to her departure, picking up a page-turner and
scanning the latest dispatch.

The sound of soft boots broke his concentration and he
glanced up to see Sina entering. "Greetings, Malek."

"Sina. What news from the Jaffa?"

She rolled her eyes. "Could we talk about something
more pleasant first? Like bedding Anubis?"

He stared at her a moment trying to come up with what
universe Anubis could possibly be a bedmate for
anyone. He was non-corporeal, not to mention
completely and irredeemably evil...

She rolled her eyes again. "Joke, Malek. Please, I
remember you had a sense of humor once. Maybe if we
go to Noctana, and have some wine under the moons,
you could find it again?"

He smiled perfunctorily to inform her that he did
actually get the joke. Althought the thought of
leaving the base for something so trivial as drinking
wine under the moon wasn't really that funny. There
was too much going on. "I think you've spent too long
with the Tau'ri," he retorted and she feigned a wince.
But since he didn't have time to indulge in his
usual pursuit of bantering with her, he went straight
for the first question. "Did you see Bra'tac?"

Looking disgruntled, she gave her report and when she
was done, invited him to dine with her. He declined,
since he had to enter the information she'd given him
into the page-turner.

*We will have to go eat eventually,* his host pointed

*After,* Malek promised.

But "after", came and went. It seemed that everyone
wanted something from him. Gena brought him something
to drink and looked hopeful for about two seconds,
until he thanked her politely. She went away, and he
could hear her muttering something under her breath,
presumably to her symbiote, in the corridor outside.
She was a new host, very eager and excited, and had
seemed to attach herself to him. It was rather odd,
really, the way she was always around, ready to make
herself useful.

Delek wandered in next. He tossed his uniform tunic
over one of the narrow crystal tables, and sprawled in
the chair. "You are allowed to eat," he pointed out,
looking amused. "The council also approves of
bathing. Any type of recreation is permitted, at least
in small amounts."

Malek threw up his hands. "Is it not allowed to
actually have something important to do?" he demanded
in frustration. "Yes, I will eat, and I will bathe.
And I will even go do something not related to the
Cause, just as soon as I am able. But I have five
intelligence dispatches to analyze. By tomorrow," he
sent a dark glare at Delek. "Or so said certain
members of the council."

"I can probably get you an extension," Delek said.
"With the proper incentive." He grinned and waited.

Malek thought about it and then gave in. "All right,
fine. I will play senet with you as soon as my report
is finished."

To Malek's surprise, Delek seemed strangely
disappointed in the capitulation. He sighed, and
shook his head ruefully, before saying, "Agreed. And
now that you have your extension, what are you going
to do with your extra time?" he asked, with a hopeful
lift of his brows.

"Finish my report, and sleep," Malek answered

Delek just looked at him, and he muttered, "I'm not
sure if it's deliberate or you really are that

Malek heard him, but he had no idea what Delek was
talking about, so he ignored it. "If you will leave me
in peace, I will finish the analysis that much more

Delek left.

But Malek had barely settled in with the reports, when
Anise entered. She fixed those big eyes of Freya's on
him and blinked. "I hear that you have been working
too hard."

"It's a busy day, that's all."

She shook her head. "No, not a busy day. A busy
month. Two months, perhaps, for you. Too long."

He frowned at her, puzzled. "Yes, I've been busy. So
have you. Recent losses have left us short-handed,
and -- "

"But you take it so much on yourself. You don't
share," she murmured. "The Tau'ri have a phrase --

He groaned, not ready to hear some pithy Tau'ri
saying. She just smiled and went on, "Something about
hitting people with a clue-by-four. I was not
entirely sure what it means, but I understand the
feeling now. I think I need to be blunt."

He wished she wouldn't, because he had the
uncomfortable feeling that she was planning something.
His host concurred, and wanted to step back, but
Malek refused to show such weakness.

He did try to deflect her, from whatever she was
thinking, by asking, "Have you heard from Thoran

She wrinkled her nose and walked closer. "I didn't
come in here to talk about Thoran, Malek. In fact,
I didn't come here to talk. At all."

Her left hand rose and her fingers settled on his
cheek, stroking his skin and ending with his lips. "I
think you need to not talk," she breathed at him,
leaning close, "and not think."

"Anise!" he pulled free and stepped back, glaring at
her. "There is a time and a place."

"Yes," she agreed. "The report can wait. This
cannot. Everyone else failed in their subtlety, but I
am more direct."

She pulled him to her for a kiss. He resisted only a
little, and found his hands on her all too quickly.

"I really have a great deal to do," he tried to
object, but she silenced him with another kiss.

He tried to remember the analysis he needed to
complete and a report he needed to make, but the
thoughts of it all slipped out of his mind, at her

When they parted the next time, she smiled in
satisfaction and purred at him, "Your legion of
adoring fans are jealous of me, I think."

"My adoring fans?" he repeated, in bemusement.

"You're so busy, you don't even see it, do you?" she
challenged and laughed lightly. "Well, never mind. I
am certainly not going to give you up."

She took his hand and drew him toward the back of the
chamber. He passed the page-turner on the main table,
but that was the last time that evening that he
thought about running the base, or the fight against
the Goa'uld, or pretty much anything at all.

The End.

weissmanweissman on July 1st, 2006 01:32 am (UTC)
That was fun! Thanks for posting. Hooah!

lizardbeth: Sharonlizardbeth_j on July 1st, 2006 04:46 am (UTC)
oh good! Glad you read it. It's just a silly idea hastily written, but yeah, it was fun. Thanks. :)
selmak on July 1st, 2006 01:58 am (UTC)
Applauds! That was Great!
lizardbeth: Marty Squeelizardbeth_j on July 1st, 2006 04:53 am (UTC)

Malek is a silly boy sometimes, isn't he? And *so, so* oblivious. Good thing Anise straightened him out and took him in hand.

Um, so to speak. :D
Telstelscha on July 1st, 2006 12:11 pm (UTC)
hmmm Anise and Malek eh? Could be worse. As much as i like Delek's host and the image of him minus uniform top... i can't see him and Malek together.
but i love the story :)
lizardbeth: tok'ra rulelizardbeth_j on July 1st, 2006 10:52 pm (UTC)
thanks! :D

poor Delek. *sniff* Even Tau'ri-bashing councilors need love, too!