[Stargate: Drabble] "Red Flag" [SG-22, G]
Title: Red Flag
Prompt: writerverse challenge #04 weekly quick fic #2, prompts ‘copper’ & ‘anything that can go wrong will go wrong’
Bonus: humor
Word Count: 317
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: SG-22 are very aware their CO is a redhead. Again.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Red Flag
“This is it!” Gryff yelled, breathing hard, as SG-22 came to a ragged stop on the far side of P2X-9947’s dense forest. “I mean it this time, this is it!”
“Sir,” Jason began, almost as out-of-breath despite being in better shape. “SG-8 couldn’t have known-”
His CO wrenched off her helmet, running a hand through sweat-damp bangs. “We are a third-contact team,” she grumbled. “At least one actual SG team goes through any ‘gate before we do, sometimes more than once, and I am getting damn sick of their crappy intel.”
“C’mon, Gryff,” said Toby. He sank down at the base of a tree and pulled out his canteen. “You can’t expect the other teams to engage every potential ally in a game of twenty questions. They look for the obvious warning signs, but this place had women councilpeople, weren’t ruled by a Goa’uld… there was nothing in their visit that even made SG-8 nervous.”
“Except for their secret murderous hatred for redheads!” she said.
“Okay, there’s that,” said Levi. “You know, I think I’m with Gryff on this one. This is the third planet that’s had a violent thing against red hair in two months.”
“Exactly!” said Gryff. “Can’t the other teams, I don’t know, drop a hint or something? Mention something to somebody in the street, Hey, does anybody on your planet have red hair?”
Toby passed her the canteen. “I’ll tell General Hammond to add that to the first contact procedure.”
She let out a shaky breath that ended on a laugh. “Yeah, okay. I’m just really sick of running.”
“Well, then, sir,” said Jason, “I think we’ve got a problem- how are we going to get back to the ‘gate.”
In unison, his three teammates looked back through the woods, and sighed.
Gryff sat down next to Toby and slumped over onto his shoulder. “Slowly,” she said, snorting another laugh. “Very slowly.”
THE END
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Prompt: writerverse challenge #04 weekly quick fic #2, prompts ‘copper’ & ‘anything that can go wrong will go wrong’
Bonus: humor
Word Count: 317
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: SG-22 are very aware their CO is a redhead. Again.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Red Flag
“This is it!” Gryff yelled, breathing hard, as SG-22 came to a ragged stop on the far side of P2X-9947’s dense forest. “I mean it this time, this is it!”
“Sir,” Jason began, almost as out-of-breath despite being in better shape. “SG-8 couldn’t have known-”
His CO wrenched off her helmet, running a hand through sweat-damp bangs. “We are a third-contact team,” she grumbled. “At least one actual SG team goes through any ‘gate before we do, sometimes more than once, and I am getting damn sick of their crappy intel.”
“C’mon, Gryff,” said Toby. He sank down at the base of a tree and pulled out his canteen. “You can’t expect the other teams to engage every potential ally in a game of twenty questions. They look for the obvious warning signs, but this place had women councilpeople, weren’t ruled by a Goa’uld… there was nothing in their visit that even made SG-8 nervous.”
“Except for their secret murderous hatred for redheads!” she said.
“Okay, there’s that,” said Levi. “You know, I think I’m with Gryff on this one. This is the third planet that’s had a violent thing against red hair in two months.”
“Exactly!” said Gryff. “Can’t the other teams, I don’t know, drop a hint or something? Mention something to somebody in the street, Hey, does anybody on your planet have red hair?”
Toby passed her the canteen. “I’ll tell General Hammond to add that to the first contact procedure.”
She let out a shaky breath that ended on a laugh. “Yeah, okay. I’m just really sick of running.”
“Well, then, sir,” said Jason, “I think we’ve got a problem- how are we going to get back to the ‘gate.”
In unison, his three teammates looked back through the woods, and sighed.
Gryff sat down next to Toby and slumped over onto his shoulder. “Slowly,” she said, snorting another laugh. “Very slowly.”
THE END
Current Mood:
rainy