Fanfiction: do you write it?

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The handsome olive-skinned young man at the desk of dark rich wood on the slightly raised platform stared at them with clear dark eyes. He appeared to be about thirty, with a full head of dark hair and a carefully trimmed goatee that outlined his chin. He was wearing what appeared to be a leather vest with a few silver highlights of impeccable taste but none of the usual finery one would expect. From what they could see he wore no jewelry or ornament, not even a ring.

They waited. He finally spoke.

"Major. Thom-al-sin," he said slowly in a normal human voice. "I'm not familiar with an SGC team with a Major Thomalsin as its leader and four other members. Which team are you?" The mannerisms and confidence in the voice spoke volumes about the beings self assuredness in this situation.

Major Thomalsin cleared his throat and tried to sound confident as he spoke to the man he had been told was a Goa'uld. "Seventeen." He looked over at his team members. "We're SG-17."

The young man nodded thoughtfully for a second then spoke in the voice of a Goa'uld. "Ahhh, yes. Did Lieutenant Colonel Saunders finally retire? After Mr. Mansfield was killed I was impressed that Saunders was given that team. It was a good choice." The man smiled and they could see a twinkle of light in his eyes. "A very good choice."

"Ahhh." Thomalsin said. "Yes and no. He's not doing a lot of off world missions any more."

The man nodded and the symbiote spoke again. "He has earned it. A formidable warrior and explorer. Please, when you return to the SGC, give him my regards and compliments on a spectacular career." He nodded to them with an almost regal air. "Now please, introduce the rest of your squad."

"Yes, sir. I'd be delighted." Thomalsin said. "But first. Who are you?"

"Do you not know Major?" The man smiled. But it was the human which spoke again. "I am Eros. And I am all that word implies."
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