[Stargate: Drabble] "Unbecoming Conduct" [SG-22, G]
Title: Unbecoming Conduct
Prompt: writerverse challenge 14 weekly quick fic 5, prompt ‘tripping’
Word Count: 150
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1, SG-22, original characters
Summary: Gunnery Sergeant Vicks falls down on the job.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Unbecoming Conduct
“A sprained ankle, huh?” asked Gryff, pausing at the end of the infirmary bed.
Jason looked sheepishly up at her. “Yes, sir.”
“We have survived weeks of forced labor in Goa’uld naquadah mines,” she said. “We’ve been shot at, blown up, thrown in jail and down mountains and you, Gunnery Sergeant Jason Vicks, US Marine… sprained your ankle falling down the stairs from the briefing room.”
“You say that like you weren’t the one who found me and hauled me in for x-rays,” he said, smiling.
“Down the stairs, I tell you,” Gryff continued. “I’d expect this kind of behavior from Levi, but you?”
“Hey, I resent that,” said Levi, joining them, but he was smiling. “How do you feel, Jase?”
“Like I sprained my ankle and want to go home,” he said.
Gryff patted his good ankle. “Toby’s bringing the car around,” she said.
He grinned. “Thank you, sir.”
THE END
Current Mood:
dirty
Prompt: writerverse challenge 14 weekly quick fic 5, prompt ‘tripping’
Word Count: 150
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1, SG-22, original characters
Summary: Gunnery Sergeant Vicks falls down on the job.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Unbecoming Conduct
“A sprained ankle, huh?” asked Gryff, pausing at the end of the infirmary bed.
Jason looked sheepishly up at her. “Yes, sir.”
“We have survived weeks of forced labor in Goa’uld naquadah mines,” she said. “We’ve been shot at, blown up, thrown in jail and down mountains and you, Gunnery Sergeant Jason Vicks, US Marine… sprained your ankle falling down the stairs from the briefing room.”
“You say that like you weren’t the one who found me and hauled me in for x-rays,” he said, smiling.
“Down the stairs, I tell you,” Gryff continued. “I’d expect this kind of behavior from Levi, but you?”
“Hey, I resent that,” said Levi, joining them, but he was smiling. “How do you feel, Jase?”
“Like I sprained my ankle and want to go home,” he said.
Gryff patted his good ankle. “Toby’s bringing the car around,” she said.
He grinned. “Thank you, sir.”
THE END
Current Mood:
dirty