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Ratings: Most of these ficlets are K+ at most, but I rated the overall group T just to be safe. So, let us procede to...

The Obligatory Oz Crossover

The first thing that happened when SG1 stepped through the stargate was Teal'c stumbled. This was unusual in the extreme, and his teammates looked at him in surprise.

"What's up, Teal'c? Junior acting up?" asked Colonel O'Neill. "And what's that next to the gate?"

"It appears to be a pair of metallic colored shoes, O'Neill," said Teal'c, looking at the offending objects that had tripped him. A few inches of striped socks poked out of the shoes. Major Carter took a closer look at the shoes, and then raised her eyes to her commanding officer.

"There's remains inside these shoes, sir," she said, looking a bit ill. "Someone must have been standing right in front of the gate when it engaged."

"Ah, what a wonderful way to start a mission," he sighed. "No doubt the late-whoever will be a greatly beloved member of the community, and we are going to find ourselves in some delightful alien prison, again, complete with..."

He was interrupted by high-pitched giggling. The team started and raised their weapons, eyes searching the alien vegetation.

"None of us made that noise, right? Teal'c?" asked O'Neill.

Teal'c raised one eyebrow. "Jaffa do not giggle."

There was more giggling, and then some heads peaked out of the foliage. SG1 raised their weapons again. Some small figures emerged from the brush and approached them slowly.

Said aliens were short, dressed in wildly colored clothing, and wearing their hair in bizarre styles. One small alien, bolder than his fellows, came within a few feet of the humans and gazed at the shoes.

"She's dead, isn't she?" he asked them.

They looked at each other, and O'Neill gave a small nod toward Daniel Jackson, the team's linguist and cultural expert. If anyone could talk them out of this situation, it was Danny.

"Ah, yes, we are afraid so. I want you to know that in the name of our team and our planet, we would like to express our deepest regrets over this horrible accident, and..."

The alien seemed to not to hear anything after Daniel's first few words. He turned to the others and yelled out in a glad voice, "She's dead!" The others started cheering and laughing and swinging each other around. Under the noise, Teal'c observed drily, "A greatly beloved member of the community, indeed."

O'Neill didn't answer. He was too busy looking at the scene in front of him with a sense of growing dread. It all looked too, too familiar. His thoughts were disturbed by Carter's voice.

"Sir, look over there."

He did as his second-in-command asked. He could see this glowing ball approaching them. He glanced over - he could see the growing realization in Carter's eyes. He called over to Daniel, "Make absolutely sure the MALP is recording all of this!"

"Why, Jack?"

"So when we file our reports, General Hammond doesn't throw us all in a padded room, that's why."

"Sir, you don't think we're actually in?" Carter's question trailed into confused silence. By training, she was an astrophysicist, and her brain was having a very difficult time accepting the scene unfolding in front of them.

The bubble came within a few feet of them. It came to a stop, and with a burst of bright light, disappered. In front of them was a woman wearing a crown and an elaborate dress. She held a wand in one hand. Carter leaned closer to her commanding officer and whispered, "Sir. I will not wear those shoes."

The bubble woman looked at the humans. She chose to address Carter first.

"Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?"

SG1 X Wizard of Oz

Before you start flaming me, the shoes in the book were silver, not ruby.