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het_reccersFandom Category: Galaxy Quest
Pairing: Gwen DeMarco/Jason Nesmith, Laliari/Fred Kwan, and a slash pairing: Alexander Dane/Quellek
Fic Title: The Show Must Go On
Author: joandarck
Link: http://yuletidetreasure.org/archive/73/theshow.html
Rating/Warning(s): pg-13ish
Genre: humor, post-movie
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: OMG, this is the sequel to the movie! It's how the cast returns to space after Mathesar calls them up for help, and they encounter an alternate reality where they discover evil versions of themselves. ROFL. Oh, this is priceless.
The crew of the ISEA Punisher filled the command deck. They were wearing a lot of leather and showing more exposed backs and arms than usual, but aside from that, the uniforms were similar. There was a Thermian who looked just like Teb, but mean; his jumpsuit had cutouts over the shoulders and chest. There was a nasty-looking version of Tommy, in over-the-knee boots and a shiny muscle shirt. Commander Peter Quincy Taggart had a ponytail and an eyepatch. He looked Jason over from head to foot, said "Watch him," and moved on to terrorize the few Thermians who had remained on the deck. Jason was torn between envy and thinking he was hamming it up.
Then he reached Gwen. "What's this? A gentler, softer version of my lovely lieutenant?"
She just snorted. Jason stiffened, frightened for the first time.
Taggart put an arm against the bulkhead behind her. "You could be very interesting to... toy with."
"Please," she said, rolling her eyes. "I've known you how long? I'm not afraid of you in character, either! You're not that good."
"Oh, Tawny," Taggart purred, as his crew quivered all over the bridge and made high terrified peeping noises. "I could change your mind." His face hardened. "About both of those." He reached to stroke her open collar.
Before anyone could do anything, Gwen caught him with a karate chop to the throat, twisted his thumb back, and stomped on his foot. He yelled and stumbled away. Jason found that he was straining in place, two of Taggart's guards holding him.
"OW! OW! OW! SHIT!" Taggart hopped around, getting his breath back. The Thermians vocalized uncertainly. "Okay... okay." He straightened up, running a hand over his hair, and fixed a grin on his face. "You're feisty. I like that."
Pairing: Gwen DeMarco/Jason Nesmith, Laliari/Fred Kwan, and a slash pairing: Alexander Dane/Quellek
Fic Title: The Show Must Go On
Author: joandarck
Link: http://yuletidetreasure.org/archive/73/theshow.html
Rating/Warning(s): pg-13ish
Genre: humor, post-movie
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: OMG, this is the sequel to the movie! It's how the cast returns to space after Mathesar calls them up for help, and they encounter an alternate reality where they discover evil versions of themselves. ROFL. Oh, this is priceless.
The crew of the ISEA Punisher filled the command deck. They were wearing a lot of leather and showing more exposed backs and arms than usual, but aside from that, the uniforms were similar. There was a Thermian who looked just like Teb, but mean; his jumpsuit had cutouts over the shoulders and chest. There was a nasty-looking version of Tommy, in over-the-knee boots and a shiny muscle shirt. Commander Peter Quincy Taggart had a ponytail and an eyepatch. He looked Jason over from head to foot, said "Watch him," and moved on to terrorize the few Thermians who had remained on the deck. Jason was torn between envy and thinking he was hamming it up.
Then he reached Gwen. "What's this? A gentler, softer version of my lovely lieutenant?"
She just snorted. Jason stiffened, frightened for the first time.
Taggart put an arm against the bulkhead behind her. "You could be very interesting to... toy with."
"Please," she said, rolling her eyes. "I've known you how long? I'm not afraid of you in character, either! You're not that good."
"Oh, Tawny," Taggart purred, as his crew quivered all over the bridge and made high terrified peeping noises. "I could change your mind." His face hardened. "About both of those." He reached to stroke her open collar.
Before anyone could do anything, Gwen caught him with a karate chop to the throat, twisted his thumb back, and stomped on his foot. He yelled and stumbled away. Jason found that he was straining in place, two of Taggart's guards holding him.
"OW! OW! OW! SHIT!" Taggart hopped around, getting his breath back. The Thermians vocalized uncertainly. "Okay... okay." He straightened up, running a hand over his hair, and fixed a grin on his face. "You're feisty. I like that."
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