The Ninth Chevron - Gag Reel
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The Ninth Chevron - Gag Reel
Lakeway Airpark, Texas, Christmas Day 2008 (alternate timeline)
Cam looked out over the airfield and grinned as a smiling Sam came up behind him and slipped her arms around his waist. He turned his head to look over his shoulder and gave her a loving smile. She moved over to his side and buried her face in his neck before stepping back and walking towards the Cessna T182T he'd borrowed for the day as a Christmas gift to both Daniel and Sam. He was more surprised when Daniel also hugged him from behind.
"Thanks so much, Cameron!" cried Michael while Ben laughed.
"Get off, Shanks!"
Hypraxia Base, Praxyon, June 2010
"The 'gate is active and we've sent a MALP, but..." He frowned slightly. "Could you please relay a message to Apollo in Earth orbit, have it scan for a MALP beacon." The ship's commander acknowledged the request with a wary look and signed off. Cam's eyes told her everything she needed to know. He was absolutely certain. This was just how it worked with SG-1. Bill's eyebrows suddenly shot up his forehead and his eyes widened precipitously. He turned between each of them unable to speak for several seconds.
"You think the MALP is on Earth?" he asked in a rather high pitched squeak. Cam turned from Daniel to Sam, but before any of them could answer, Cam's radio squawked into life once more and the monitor lit up to display the bridge on Odyssey.
"Colonel Mitchell, this is Odyssey, Apollo confirms MALP beacon detected in the vicinity of Earth, they haven't pin-pointed it yet but they think it's coming from Richard Dean Anderson's pants. Copy?"
"Copy that Odyssey, thanks, Mitchell out." Ben replied and let his arm drop to his side as he turned to face the others. "As we expected." Michael and Bill were covering their faces with their hands. Amanda was using Ben's shoulder to accomplish the same.
Stargate Command, June 2007
He was frowning in his sleep. His brows were turned down right against his closed eyes and small lines had formed between them, his lips were drawn a little tightly, the corners curving down. She caught a little movement and glanced down at his hand. It was clenched into a fist, grasping the sheet between the fingers, shifting involuntarily. Her eyes flicked up again and she caught the tiny shake of his head. She closed her eyes a moment and raised her hand to his forehead, drawing her fingers lightly over the skin. His breath came in a tightly through his nose and she froze, afraid she'd woken him, but there was no other change. Why had she done that anyway? Why was she doing it again? Her fingers moved on their own across his brow and pushed some of his short fringe back. Whatever had caused her to do that it was having an effect on him. His forehead had smoothed, his breathing had softened, his hand had unclenched. She sighed, bringing her hand back resolutely to her lap as she sat on the stool by his bed. She then reached into a pocket and pulled out a sharpie.
"Anyone want to draw a moustache on him?" asked Amanda as Ben's hands flew up to grab hers while she laughed.
"Get off, Tapping!"
Luna, July 2010
"That's very helpful indeed. Just the place to set up the generator. Come on, Mr. Man, I need you to do the heavy lifting." She grinned at him and passed a hand across his tac vest over his stomach as she walked past him. He grinned.
"Yes, ma'am." He followed her back down and picked up the generator on its shoulder straps and looped it over his head. Sam picked up several conductive cables and looped them over her shoulder, and handed over a power management unit case for him to carry by hand, before grabbing a couple of the light stands and looping a carrying strap around them and over her other shoulder. She lifted her P90 and started for the corridor that was indicated on the map. One side of it curved up overhead and was made of the same glossy material as the walls around the 'gate. The other looked more like a regular corridor wall with doors and passages branching off. "Alright guys, Sam and I are off to find the light switch. Jackson, Vala, can you set up the transport area just in case. T-man, watch out for grues."
"This is not a twisty maze of little passages, all-" Chris began before being interrupted by the director, he shook his head slightly with a smile.
"Not right, Chris. 'Maze of twisty little passages.' Still rolling."
"This is not a little maze of twis-"
"'Maze of twisty little passages,' Chris."
"This is not a passage of twisty mazes-" He chortled while Ben, Amanda and Claudia tried to keep from laughing as Michael already was. He turned to his friend. "What the Hell's a grue, Mike?"