Title: Community
Author: Shenandoah Risu
: G (NC-17 if you're a single-cell organism)
Content Flags: Crack!Fic
Spoilers: SGU season 1 "Water" and "Time"
Characters: assorted germs
Author's Notes: Written for prompt #24 "Community" at the LJ Comm sgu_challenge. I wanted to write something serious. Really. But then THIS happened. Must have been something in the water.
Disclaimer: I don't own SGU. I wouldn't know what to do with it. Now, Young... Young I'd know what to do with. ;-)
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Definition from Science Dictionary:

A group of organisms or populations living and interacting with one another in a particular environment. The organisms in a community affect each other's abundance, distribution, and evolutionary adaptation. Depending on how broadly one views the interaction between organisms, a community can be small and local, as in a pond or tree, or regional or global, as in a biome.
- The American Heritage Science Dictionary (Copyright 2002. Published by Houghton Mifflin. All rights reserved.)


"Damn, it's cold today," Wiggler mutters and flutters his whip tail.

"It's always cold here, you idiot, and we've been stuck in this damn icicle for how long? A millennium?" his neighbor Icky grouses with practiced rancor.

"Two," Ripply murmurs, gives it a quick yank and separates from Wiggler, finally done with the slow and tedious process of exchanging chromosomes.

Sneezer next to them yawns. "I'm so bored! Nothing ever happens here."

"Whoa, what's that?"

They all turn, as quickly as their frozen environment will allow them.


They watch in rapt fascination as two giants approach in slow motion. From their limited point of view they can't really tell what's going on until their icicle crashes to the ground.

Ripply howls in indignation. "Ouch! I haven't quite finished mending my outer membrane! How rude!"

They all yap excitedly as their icicle is moved to a bright light and then, little by little, their long-time home melts and disappears.

They party for weeks, wildly swapping chromosomes and zipping around in their newfound balmy watery home.

There is even more water soon, and by then the little community of germs has adjusted well to their surroundings. They multiply and swarm and decide to take over the giants.

Unfortunately for them, they have no understanding of time travel, solar flares or loop-de-loops around logic and the space-time continuum.

So when the alien venom hits them the party is over.

They're all still there but there's no more chromosome-swapping and they go back to nagging at each other, like they have done for millennia.

It's the way the universe works.