[Stargate: Drabble] "Wait for Rescue" [G]
Title: Wait for Rescue
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: (very, very late) birthday present for madders_ahatter
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Character(s): Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson
Summary: “My fault? You’re the one that got us into this.”
Wait for Rescue
“This,” said Jack, “is all your fault.”
“My fault?” Daniel repeated. “You’re the one that got us into this.”
Jack poked at his rapidly-swelling eye, but his scowl was still impressive. “I promise you, I would never have insisted on searching a crumbly old ruin like this.”
“And I,” retorted Daniel, sitting down on a fallen pillar and stretching his left leg carefully in front of him, “would never have touched something that made the rest of it crumble right on top of us.”
“Agree to disagree,” said Jack.
There was silence for a few moments- they weren’t actually in any danger, temple collapses aside, and their radios had worked well enough for Sam to report through the static that she and Teal’c were headed back to the ‘gate to get Fraiser and a company of Marines to dig them out. The temple was stable enough, as far as they could tell, and there really wasn’t anything to be done but wait for rescue.
“Your leg okay?” Jack asked, after another silent moment.
“Yeah,” said Daniel. “What about your head?”
“I’ll live,” he said. “I’ve got a thick skull, remember?”
“Still… I’d feel better if you let me have a look. You might have a concussion.”
“Think I’d know by now if I’ve bruised my brain,” Jack grumbled, but he eased himself down onto the pillar. “And how do I know you don’t have a concussion?”
“Because I hurt my ankle,” Daniel said, with a snort. “And I keep my brain in my head.”
“There’s your problem right there,” said Jack, leaning forward to let Daniel check his pupils. “First rule is- always keep ‘em guessing.”
The archaeologist laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. So, rescue team- over or under an hour to get us out?”
“Twenty bucks says over.”
THE END
Current Mood:
chipper
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: (very, very late) birthday present for madders_ahatter
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Character(s): Jack O’Neill, Daniel Jackson
Summary: “My fault? You’re the one that got us into this.”
Wait for Rescue
“This,” said Jack, “is all your fault.”
“My fault?” Daniel repeated. “You’re the one that got us into this.”
Jack poked at his rapidly-swelling eye, but his scowl was still impressive. “I promise you, I would never have insisted on searching a crumbly old ruin like this.”
“And I,” retorted Daniel, sitting down on a fallen pillar and stretching his left leg carefully in front of him, “would never have touched something that made the rest of it crumble right on top of us.”
“Agree to disagree,” said Jack.
There was silence for a few moments- they weren’t actually in any danger, temple collapses aside, and their radios had worked well enough for Sam to report through the static that she and Teal’c were headed back to the ‘gate to get Fraiser and a company of Marines to dig them out. The temple was stable enough, as far as they could tell, and there really wasn’t anything to be done but wait for rescue.
“Your leg okay?” Jack asked, after another silent moment.
“Yeah,” said Daniel. “What about your head?”
“I’ll live,” he said. “I’ve got a thick skull, remember?”
“Still… I’d feel better if you let me have a look. You might have a concussion.”
“Think I’d know by now if I’ve bruised my brain,” Jack grumbled, but he eased himself down onto the pillar. “And how do I know you don’t have a concussion?”
“Because I hurt my ankle,” Daniel said, with a snort. “And I keep my brain in my head.”
“There’s your problem right there,” said Jack, leaning forward to let Daniel check his pupils. “First rule is- always keep ‘em guessing.”
The archaeologist laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. So, rescue team- over or under an hour to get us out?”
“Twenty bucks says over.”
THE END
Current Mood:
chipper