Disclaimer: I don't own the Dresden files, or Stargate:SG1

A/N: This is the start of a series of short stories, I have at least two more planned.

Shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

The day started out bad and got progressively worse.

First there was the shower, I had been putting it off as long as possible, but I was really starting to smell. Why put off a shower you ask. Well I am a wizard and apart from being able to do magic, it means that modern appliances don't work too well around me, actually everything that has been built after World War II has a good chance of going on the fritz. And, yes, that includes water heaters. So there was only cold water, and as it is currently winter in Chicago, that cold water is really, really cold.

So I got out of the shower, blue around the lips and without sensation in various extremities, to go into the equally cold Chicago morning, for a short drive to the office.

Well that was what I thought, but some joker had slashed all the tires of my Blue Beetle, so I had to walk, and I know I keep repeating it, but it was freezing.

When I got to the office everything seemed fine, no vampires to ambush me, no giant scorpions in the elevator, and the wards hadn't been disturbed. That was until I got in, there was this four foot high furry creature with four arms and four legs sitting on my client chair.

Now my wards are strong and they should give everyone coming in a thoroughly nasty surprise, but they had obviously done nothing to this, this... whatever it was. So I grabbed my blasting rod and demanded to know what is was doing here.

It told me.

"Now let me get this straight," I said after he stopped speaking. "You want me to go to Colorado to find Hammond of Texas, and tell him that the Furling ambassador wants to open diplomatic talks with the Tau'ri?"

"That is correct." The Furling said and disappeared in a shower of golden sparks, leaving no trace of himself behind.

I know what you're thinking, I was thinking it too. I should've just stayed in bed.