[Stargate: Drabble] "Drifting Together" [SG-22, G]
Title: Drifting Together
Prompt: writerverse challenge #26 quick fic #9 (‘full moon’ & ‘swimming’)
Bonus? science-fiction
Word Count: 224
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: “Any complaints about being a second-string team now?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Drifting Together
“So,” said Gryff. “Any complaints about being a second-string team now?”
It was a clear night on P3X-9913, with a big bright moon hanging above them. Each member of SG-22- actually, each inhabitant of the village, except for the children small enough to share with their parents- was floating on the glass-still lake, on a raft made of what looked like bamboo but felt more like the stuff they made Nerf balls out of. Smaller rafts, carrying lit lanterns, floated among them, giving the impression that the endless stars above, reflected in the lake, were all around them.
“Not a single one, sir,” said Jason, as his raft bumped gently into Gryff’s. “It really is too bad that SG-3 had to go help out with that… you know… Tok’Ra thing.”
Somewhere to her left, Toby laughed. “Yes, too bad.”
“You know,” said Levi, from a little further off. “This is nice. Can you put in a good word with the general, Gryff? Get us assigned to these cultural celebrations more often?”
“I’ll see what I can do,” she said, smiling.
Somewhere across the lake, someone began singing, a slow lilting song that carried through the still night. A few more people joined in, dropping in and out as the melody continued.
Gryff closed her eyes, and they drifted together until the sun came up.
THE END
Current Mood:
rainy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #26 quick fic #9 (‘full moon’ & ‘swimming’)
Bonus? science-fiction
Word Count: 224
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: “Any complaints about being a second-string team now?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Drifting Together
“So,” said Gryff. “Any complaints about being a second-string team now?”
It was a clear night on P3X-9913, with a big bright moon hanging above them. Each member of SG-22- actually, each inhabitant of the village, except for the children small enough to share with their parents- was floating on the glass-still lake, on a raft made of what looked like bamboo but felt more like the stuff they made Nerf balls out of. Smaller rafts, carrying lit lanterns, floated among them, giving the impression that the endless stars above, reflected in the lake, were all around them.
“Not a single one, sir,” said Jason, as his raft bumped gently into Gryff’s. “It really is too bad that SG-3 had to go help out with that… you know… Tok’Ra thing.”
Somewhere to her left, Toby laughed. “Yes, too bad.”
“You know,” said Levi, from a little further off. “This is nice. Can you put in a good word with the general, Gryff? Get us assigned to these cultural celebrations more often?”
“I’ll see what I can do,” she said, smiling.
Somewhere across the lake, someone began singing, a slow lilting song that carried through the still night. A few more people joined in, dropping in and out as the melody continued.
Gryff closed her eyes, and they drifted together until the sun came up.
THE END
Current Mood:
rainy