Challenge 225 from Jinni @ tthfanfic.com. 20 Min with Dru.

Disclaimer: If I were Joss or whoever it is that owns SG1, Dru would not be dead and Daniel and Jack would be living in sin together.

A/N: I realize the term “Space monkey” is not actually a nickname for Daniel, and was only used once in the show but it will show up in this fic. Sorry if this bothers you. I promise not to do it again… maybe.

Dru and Miss Edith have Tea

Drusilla danced around and around, spinning dizzily in circles. The moon made her want to dance and the stars were singing so nicely about bloody messes and ravaging and red knives and tea. Yes, tea.

Dru stopped her lovely dancing and turned to Miss Edith, who was sitting at the table patiently waiting, as all good dollies should. “Miss Edith, would you please ask our guest to be quiet? He is being so very rude making those noises while the stars are making such lovely music.”

She swung her attention to the opposite side of the table where, according to the mail on the table, a Dr. Daniel Jackson sat; tied to the chair and gagged. Dru smiled, she so loved having company for tea, after all tea was a very important part of the day.

Offering a cup to Daniel, as if he could take it, Dru very politely offer, “one or two lumps of sugar?” As Daniel seemed to be in no hurry to answer that question, at least that’s what Drusilla guessed upon seeing the completely flabbergasted look in his eyes, she offered to take off the gag on the condition that he wouldn’t scream as that would hurt her ears and make her want to slit his throat.

Daniel very wisely nodded his agreement and breathed deeply when the gag was removed. He began to ask her questions; what did she want, who did she work for, why was she doing this to him, didn’t she know that breaking and entering someone’s house was illegal and when his friends came by to check up on him she would be in big trouble.

Drusilla just ignored the silly man’s question and asked one of her own. “Why did the donkey man call you a monkey?”

“Huh?” came the reply.

She nodded slowly, “Yes, the Jack called you a monkey. You don’t look like a monkey.” Then to all appearances she switched topics with the speed of lighting. “Aren’t the stars fun? I like monkeys and so does the Jack. He wishes to do this.”

She grabbed Daniel’s face and kissed him squarely on the lips. Then having said and done what she had came to do, she turned and walked out the front door into the night; her good deed done for the century.