[Stargate: Drabble] "Phone Call from Philadelphia" [SG-22, G]
Title: Phone Call from Philadelphia
Prompt: writerverse challenge #6 weekly quick fic #3 (‘space travel’ & ‘what’s in the bag?’)
Bonus: dialogue only
Word Count: 703
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Rachel Gryffydd’s daughter is the librarian at a base doing deep space radar telemetry- at least, as far as she knows.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Phone Call from Philadelphia
“Captain Gryffydd’s office.”
“Igraine? Is that you?”
“Mom? Yeah, it’s me. Really, I’m the only woman who answers this phone.”
“Well, you sounded a little hoarse.”
“I, um, I think I’m coming down with something. And I’ve got this thing on speaker.”
“That must be it.”
“Is there a reason you called, Mom? Is everything all right?”
“It’s been over two weeks since I’ve heard from you, Igraine. I was almost starting to worry.”
“Two weeks? It can’t have been… well, crap. Sorry, Mom.”
“It’s all right. I know you’re busy, and how hard you work.”
“I’ll try to be better at calling. How are you, Mom?
“I’m fine. Your father’s fine. And so is your brother, by the way. Evan says he hasn’t heard from you in months.”
“That is not true. I sent him a card for his birthday.”
“Igraine…”
“I don’t know what you expect me to do, Mom. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of me joining the military in the first place, but now I think he’s just pissed that I’m base librarian for an outfit doing deep space telemetry, not secretary to some general he can name-drop to his clients.”
“That’s a bit unfair, Igraine. I’m sure Evan is just as proud of you as we are. But, really, you won’t even tell us the most basic details of your work now. I think he’s just worried, and he’s always covered up things like that by being angry.”
“Yeah, I guess he has. But I can’t tell you about my work, Mom. Even if I’d like to. It’s classified, remember?”
“A lot of your work has been classified, Igraine. But you could always tell us something. Even when you were in Afghanistan.”
“I do wish I could tell you. The things I’ve seen, the places I’ve been… but this is classified way above any of my other postings. I promise, as soon as the program is… as soon as I can, I’ll tell you everything.”
“I know, Igraine, I know. I suppose that’s the best I can get for now. But you’re doing well, whatever you’re doing?”
“Yeah, Mom. I’m okay.”
“Hey, Gryff? The general needs those forms signed- Oh, sorry.”
“No, come in. He needs them right now? Okay, let me just- Here, talk to my mom for a moment.”
“What? I- Oh, um, Mrs. Gryffydd?”
“Hello. And who’s this?”
“First Lieutenant Walter Tobias, ma’am. But everyone calls me Toby.”
“Yes, Igraine’s mentioned you. Good things, I promise.”
“I very much doubt that, ma’am, but it’s good of you to say.”
“And do you help Igraine with the library?”
“What? Oh, right, the library! I mean, no, ma’am. I’m an engineer, here on the base. Gryff- Igraine- takes care of the library by herself, but she’s got it running pretty smoothly.”
“Okay, that’s the last of them, Toby. Give me the phone.”
“Yes, sir. It was nice talking to you, Mrs. Gryffydd!”
“Igraine?”
“Hi, Mom, it’s me again.”
“So, Igraine, when do we get to meet your young men in person?”
“They’re not my ‘young men’, Mom, they’re assigned to my command. I don’t even like them much, most of the time. Stop smirking, Toby- and you, Jason. Go, get out, both of you. Sorry, Mom. Yeah, I’ll bring them out east sometime.”
“Soon, maybe?”
“I don’t know when we’ll get leave, Mom. Things are… um, kind of unpredictable right now. It might be a while.”
“You came home more often when you were stationed in the Middle East.”
“Mom…”
“I’m sorry, Igraine. But I worry about you, too. And the unknown always seems more terrifying than solid facts.”
“Not always.”
“I do understand that you can’t tell me, Igraine. Just be careful out there, please?”
“Out here? In Colorado? Yeah, Mom. I’ll be careful.”
“Good, good.”
“Captain-Gryffydd? Am I interrupting?”
“No, Teal’c, come in. What’s up?”
“I wish to show Master Bra’tac the library. Would you have time to accompany us?”
“Oh, sure. I’ll be right there. Mom? I have to go. I’m being abducted by aliens.”
“It’s been a long time since you’ve used that joke.”
“I’ll call you back, Mom. Later this week, I promise. Love you.”
“I love you, too, Igraine.”
THE END
Current Mood:
dorky
Prompt: writerverse challenge #6 weekly quick fic #3 (‘space travel’ & ‘what’s in the bag?’)
Bonus: dialogue only
Word Count: 703
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Rachel Gryffydd’s daughter is the librarian at a base doing deep space radar telemetry- at least, as far as she knows.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Phone Call from Philadelphia
“Captain Gryffydd’s office.”
“Igraine? Is that you?”
“Mom? Yeah, it’s me. Really, I’m the only woman who answers this phone.”
“Well, you sounded a little hoarse.”
“I, um, I think I’m coming down with something. And I’ve got this thing on speaker.”
“That must be it.”
“Is there a reason you called, Mom? Is everything all right?”
“It’s been over two weeks since I’ve heard from you, Igraine. I was almost starting to worry.”
“Two weeks? It can’t have been… well, crap. Sorry, Mom.”
“It’s all right. I know you’re busy, and how hard you work.”
“I’ll try to be better at calling. How are you, Mom?
“I’m fine. Your father’s fine. And so is your brother, by the way. Evan says he hasn’t heard from you in months.”
“That is not true. I sent him a card for his birthday.”
“Igraine…”
“I don’t know what you expect me to do, Mom. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of me joining the military in the first place, but now I think he’s just pissed that I’m base librarian for an outfit doing deep space telemetry, not secretary to some general he can name-drop to his clients.”
“That’s a bit unfair, Igraine. I’m sure Evan is just as proud of you as we are. But, really, you won’t even tell us the most basic details of your work now. I think he’s just worried, and he’s always covered up things like that by being angry.”
“Yeah, I guess he has. But I can’t tell you about my work, Mom. Even if I’d like to. It’s classified, remember?”
“A lot of your work has been classified, Igraine. But you could always tell us something. Even when you were in Afghanistan.”
“I do wish I could tell you. The things I’ve seen, the places I’ve been… but this is classified way above any of my other postings. I promise, as soon as the program is… as soon as I can, I’ll tell you everything.”
“I know, Igraine, I know. I suppose that’s the best I can get for now. But you’re doing well, whatever you’re doing?”
“Yeah, Mom. I’m okay.”
“Hey, Gryff? The general needs those forms signed- Oh, sorry.”
“No, come in. He needs them right now? Okay, let me just- Here, talk to my mom for a moment.”
“What? I- Oh, um, Mrs. Gryffydd?”
“Hello. And who’s this?”
“First Lieutenant Walter Tobias, ma’am. But everyone calls me Toby.”
“Yes, Igraine’s mentioned you. Good things, I promise.”
“I very much doubt that, ma’am, but it’s good of you to say.”
“And do you help Igraine with the library?”
“What? Oh, right, the library! I mean, no, ma’am. I’m an engineer, here on the base. Gryff- Igraine- takes care of the library by herself, but she’s got it running pretty smoothly.”
“Okay, that’s the last of them, Toby. Give me the phone.”
“Yes, sir. It was nice talking to you, Mrs. Gryffydd!”
“Igraine?”
“Hi, Mom, it’s me again.”
“So, Igraine, when do we get to meet your young men in person?”
“They’re not my ‘young men’, Mom, they’re assigned to my command. I don’t even like them much, most of the time. Stop smirking, Toby- and you, Jason. Go, get out, both of you. Sorry, Mom. Yeah, I’ll bring them out east sometime.”
“Soon, maybe?”
“I don’t know when we’ll get leave, Mom. Things are… um, kind of unpredictable right now. It might be a while.”
“You came home more often when you were stationed in the Middle East.”
“Mom…”
“I’m sorry, Igraine. But I worry about you, too. And the unknown always seems more terrifying than solid facts.”
“Not always.”
“I do understand that you can’t tell me, Igraine. Just be careful out there, please?”
“Out here? In Colorado? Yeah, Mom. I’ll be careful.”
“Good, good.”
“Captain-Gryffydd? Am I interrupting?”
“No, Teal’c, come in. What’s up?”
“I wish to show Master Bra’tac the library. Would you have time to accompany us?”
“Oh, sure. I’ll be right there. Mom? I have to go. I’m being abducted by aliens.”
“It’s been a long time since you’ve used that joke.”
“I’ll call you back, Mom. Later this week, I promise. Love you.”
“I love you, too, Igraine.”
THE END
Current Mood:
dorky