[Stargate: Drabble] "Arrangements" [SG-22, G]
Title: Arrangements
Prompt: writerverse challenge #40 final challenge (challenge #20 tv tropes)
Trope Used: Secret Stab Wound
Word Count: 278
Rating: G
Fandom or Original: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: “I thought we had an arrangement. Where we’re honest with each other about injuries sustained in the field.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Arrangements
“You,” said Toby, as soon as Gryff regained consciousness in the SGC infirmary, “are in big trouble.”
She blinked at him. “Isn’t that some kind of insubordination?”
He scowled. “I’m serious, Gryff. You collapsed on the ‘gate ramp. Again. Bleeding profusely.”
“I… Sorry?” she offered.
“You were stabbed!” said Levi. “And you didn’t say anything!”
“I thought we had an arrangement, sir,” added Jason. “Where we’re honest with each other about injuries sustained in the field.”
“We did,” Gryff protested. “We do. I just-”
She tried to sit up, but fell back, wincing.
“You lost a lot of blood, Gryff,” said Levi, softly. “You just… fell, pale as a ghost, the minute the wormhole closed behind us, and we thought…”
The redhead reached out to catch his hand. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, more sincerely. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you guys, I promise. But it happened just as we were breaking for the ‘gate, and between the adrenaline and actively trying not to die, I just didn’t have a chance. I honestly thought I’d be okay until I got to the infirmary.”
“Of course you did,” said Toby, managing a smile.
“Nobody else was hurt though, right?” Gryff asked. She looked around at them, cataloging the bruise on Levi’s arm, the cut across Jason’s cheek, the swelling around Toby’s eye. “You’re all okay?”
“We’re all fine,” Toby assured her. “And Doc Fraiser says you’re going to be fine, too. Didn’t even need any stitches this time.”
“This time,” Jason repeated.
Gryff nodded. “I don’t try to get stabbed, you know,” she said. “It just… happens.”
“We know, sir,” said Jason, patting her ankle. “We know.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Prompt: writerverse challenge #40 final challenge (challenge #20 tv tropes)
Trope Used: Secret Stab Wound
Word Count: 278
Rating: G
Fandom or Original: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: “I thought we had an arrangement. Where we’re honest with each other about injuries sustained in the field.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Arrangements
“You,” said Toby, as soon as Gryff regained consciousness in the SGC infirmary, “are in big trouble.”
She blinked at him. “Isn’t that some kind of insubordination?”
He scowled. “I’m serious, Gryff. You collapsed on the ‘gate ramp. Again. Bleeding profusely.”
“I… Sorry?” she offered.
“You were stabbed!” said Levi. “And you didn’t say anything!”
“I thought we had an arrangement, sir,” added Jason. “Where we’re honest with each other about injuries sustained in the field.”
“We did,” Gryff protested. “We do. I just-”
She tried to sit up, but fell back, wincing.
“You lost a lot of blood, Gryff,” said Levi, softly. “You just… fell, pale as a ghost, the minute the wormhole closed behind us, and we thought…”
The redhead reached out to catch his hand. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, more sincerely. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you guys, I promise. But it happened just as we were breaking for the ‘gate, and between the adrenaline and actively trying not to die, I just didn’t have a chance. I honestly thought I’d be okay until I got to the infirmary.”
“Of course you did,” said Toby, managing a smile.
“Nobody else was hurt though, right?” Gryff asked. She looked around at them, cataloging the bruise on Levi’s arm, the cut across Jason’s cheek, the swelling around Toby’s eye. “You’re all okay?”
“We’re all fine,” Toby assured her. “And Doc Fraiser says you’re going to be fine, too. Didn’t even need any stitches this time.”
“This time,” Jason repeated.
Gryff nodded. “I don’t try to get stabbed, you know,” she said. “It just… happens.”
“We know, sir,” said Jason, patting her ankle. “We know.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow