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FIC: An Even Worse Ending, by Helen W. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Title: An Even Worse Ending
Author: Helen W. (wneleh)
Episode: Inquisition (5x12) (or 5x13; I'm so confused!)
Rating: G
Category: gen
Major Characters: John Sheppard, Richard Woolsey
Wordcount: ~100
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc. etc.
Summary: I had issues with this episode on many levels; but it could have been worse!
Written for the S5 fic-an-episode challenge. All feedback welcome!
If I were more liberally educated, I'd be doing something on Richard Woolsey's various phallic symbol comfort objects. But, instead, I give you…
John took another long drag from the cigar and said, "You know, it's a real pity there's nothing like this in this galaxy."
Richard Woolsey stared out into the darkness for a long moment, then replied, "Reeeeallly. No tobacco whatsoever?"
"Nope."
"What about - infant formula? Weight loss pills? Dancing With the Stars?"
"Not that we've ever encountered," said John.
"Text messaging while driving?"
"What's that?"
Woolsey snuffed out his cigar and headed inside. "Colonel, you've solved our problems! We need never fear imperialistic oppression from the villagers of this galaxy again!"
* * * THE END * * *
All feedback welcomed, here, or to helenw@murphnet.org.
More fic at http://www.murphnet.org/fanfic
Author: Helen W. (
wneleh)Episode: Inquisition (5x12) (or 5x13; I'm so confused!)
Rating: G
Category: gen
Major Characters: John Sheppard, Richard Woolsey
Wordcount: ~100
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc. etc.
Summary: I had issues with this episode on many levels; but it could have been worse!
Written for the S5 fic-an-episode challenge. All feedback welcome!
If I were more liberally educated, I'd be doing something on Richard Woolsey's various phallic symbol comfort objects. But, instead, I give you…
John took another long drag from the cigar and said, "You know, it's a real pity there's nothing like this in this galaxy."
Richard Woolsey stared out into the darkness for a long moment, then replied, "Reeeeallly. No tobacco whatsoever?"
"Nope."
"What about - infant formula? Weight loss pills? Dancing With the Stars?"
"Not that we've ever encountered," said John.
"Text messaging while driving?"
"What's that?"
Woolsey snuffed out his cigar and headed inside. "Colonel, you've solved our problems! We need never fear imperialistic oppression from the villagers of this galaxy again!"
* * * THE END * * *
All feedback welcomed, here, or to helenw@murphnet.org.
More fic at http://www.murphnet.org/fanfic
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