[Stargate: Drabble] "Girl Stuff" [SG-22, G]
Title: Girl Stuff
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: writerverse phase 22, challenge 37 weekly quick fic 12, prompts ‘lipstick’ & ‘stargate sg-1’
Bonus: action/adventure
Word Count: 695
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: On a joint mission with SG-1, Gryff and Sam encounter a few obstacles off-world.
Girl Stuff
“Is this usually how your missions turn out?” asked Gryff, staring at the huge stone door that had slammed shut behind them.
Sam Carter snorted. “Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.”
“Getting jumped as soon as we come through the ‘gate is about one-in-three,” Gryff said. “But the giant labyrinth is new.”
“It is impressive,” agreed Sam.
The walls were at least nine feet tall, made of smooth stone, maybe marble. There were three openings they could see, each as uninviting as the next.
“And we should assume it’s booby-trapped,” said Gryff. “The guard said if we made it to the other side, we’d live - very strongly insinuating that there were a few things along the way that would cause us not to live.”
Sam nodded. “We’d cover more ground if we split up, but we’d have better odds with any traps together. And less chance of trying the same path twice.”
“That, I can help with,” said Gryff. The Jaffa had confiscated their weapons, but left them with their tac vests, and she rummaged around in a small side pocket. “Here we go.”
She held up a tube of lipstick, and Sam frowned. “Didn’t take you for a make-up kind of girl, Gryff.”
The redhead laughed. “Oh, this is totally not my shade. What this is is a great way to leave marks on stone. And lipstick doesn’t usually get confiscated as a weapon.”
“No, I guess not,” Sam said.
“Plus, I’m really good at mazes,” added Gryff. “Mind if I take the lead, major?”
“After you, captain.”
Gryff uncapped her lipstick and drew an arrow on the wall of the far-left opening. “This way…”
It was a talent Gryff had always had and could never really explain, being able to navigate mazes and forests without encountering too many dangers or dead ends. She marked each turn with a lipstick arrow, and the two women proceeded cautiously.
Down several long corridors, they came across what were more obstacles than booby-traps - narrow spans above seemingly-bottomless chasms, jagged rocks that had to be climbed, spinning wooden waterwheel-looking things to be negotiated - and several could only be cleared by working together. Gryff was good at squeezing into tight spaces, and the several inches of height Sam had on her came in handy several times.
At last, they emerged from the narrow corridor to a wide chamber.
“Oh, I don’t like this at all,” said Sam.
“Yep,” agreed Gryff, “this is gonna end badly.”
“So… sneaky, or make a run for it?”
The redhead considered - then paused. “Wait. Do you see the pattern on the floor?”
“Pattern?” Sam repeated, then grinned. “Yes, I do. Follow me, captain.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sam took a deep breath and jumped onto the nearest patterned tile. Immediately, projectiles shot from indentations in the wall - darts or tiny arrows, it was too hard to tell - just missing the space where Sam stood.
“There’s a pattern!” Sam said. “Each design points to the next.”
“Right behind you,” called Gryff.
There was a pause in the launch of arrows and Gryff jumped, landing neatly on the square as Sam landed on the next. Again, the darts whistled past, just behind where both of them were standing, thudding into the opposite wall. Sam moved to the next tile, then the next, with Gryff right behind. The redhead wobbled on the fourth stone and felt a dart narrowly graze her ear.
Finally, Sam reached the other side and crouched by the door, away from the last spray of arrows as Gryff dropped to one knee beside her. “So, that was fun,” said Gryff.
Sam laughed, and clapped her shoulder. “Let’s get out of here.”
The door on the far side of the labyrinth opened out onto the forest, but they’d barely walked a dozen meters when they spotted the rest of SG-1 and SG-22.
“Sir!” said Jason, grinning. “You’re okay!
O’Neill rested both hands on his weapon. “Hey, Carter, where you gals been?”
Sam smiled back. “Oh, you know, sir. A little make-up, a little dancing…”
“Girls stuff,” added Gryff.
“Well, you can tell us all about it on the way home,” said O’Neill.
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: writerverse phase 22, challenge 37 weekly quick fic 12, prompts ‘lipstick’ & ‘stargate sg-1’
Bonus: action/adventure
Word Count: 695
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: On a joint mission with SG-1, Gryff and Sam encounter a few obstacles off-world.
Girl Stuff
“Is this usually how your missions turn out?” asked Gryff, staring at the huge stone door that had slammed shut behind them.
Sam Carter snorted. “Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.”
“Getting jumped as soon as we come through the ‘gate is about one-in-three,” Gryff said. “But the giant labyrinth is new.”
“It is impressive,” agreed Sam.
The walls were at least nine feet tall, made of smooth stone, maybe marble. There were three openings they could see, each as uninviting as the next.
“And we should assume it’s booby-trapped,” said Gryff. “The guard said if we made it to the other side, we’d live - very strongly insinuating that there were a few things along the way that would cause us not to live.”
Sam nodded. “We’d cover more ground if we split up, but we’d have better odds with any traps together. And less chance of trying the same path twice.”
“That, I can help with,” said Gryff. The Jaffa had confiscated their weapons, but left them with their tac vests, and she rummaged around in a small side pocket. “Here we go.”
She held up a tube of lipstick, and Sam frowned. “Didn’t take you for a make-up kind of girl, Gryff.”
The redhead laughed. “Oh, this is totally not my shade. What this is is a great way to leave marks on stone. And lipstick doesn’t usually get confiscated as a weapon.”
“No, I guess not,” Sam said.
“Plus, I’m really good at mazes,” added Gryff. “Mind if I take the lead, major?”
“After you, captain.”
Gryff uncapped her lipstick and drew an arrow on the wall of the far-left opening. “This way…”
It was a talent Gryff had always had and could never really explain, being able to navigate mazes and forests without encountering too many dangers or dead ends. She marked each turn with a lipstick arrow, and the two women proceeded cautiously.
Down several long corridors, they came across what were more obstacles than booby-traps - narrow spans above seemingly-bottomless chasms, jagged rocks that had to be climbed, spinning wooden waterwheel-looking things to be negotiated - and several could only be cleared by working together. Gryff was good at squeezing into tight spaces, and the several inches of height Sam had on her came in handy several times.
At last, they emerged from the narrow corridor to a wide chamber.
“Oh, I don’t like this at all,” said Sam.
“Yep,” agreed Gryff, “this is gonna end badly.”
“So… sneaky, or make a run for it?”
The redhead considered - then paused. “Wait. Do you see the pattern on the floor?”
“Pattern?” Sam repeated, then grinned. “Yes, I do. Follow me, captain.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sam took a deep breath and jumped onto the nearest patterned tile. Immediately, projectiles shot from indentations in the wall - darts or tiny arrows, it was too hard to tell - just missing the space where Sam stood.
“There’s a pattern!” Sam said. “Each design points to the next.”
“Right behind you,” called Gryff.
There was a pause in the launch of arrows and Gryff jumped, landing neatly on the square as Sam landed on the next. Again, the darts whistled past, just behind where both of them were standing, thudding into the opposite wall. Sam moved to the next tile, then the next, with Gryff right behind. The redhead wobbled on the fourth stone and felt a dart narrowly graze her ear.
Finally, Sam reached the other side and crouched by the door, away from the last spray of arrows as Gryff dropped to one knee beside her. “So, that was fun,” said Gryff.
Sam laughed, and clapped her shoulder. “Let’s get out of here.”
The door on the far side of the labyrinth opened out onto the forest, but they’d barely walked a dozen meters when they spotted the rest of SG-1 and SG-22.
“Sir!” said Jason, grinning. “You’re okay!
O’Neill rested both hands on his weapon. “Hey, Carter, where you gals been?”
Sam smiled back. “Oh, you know, sir. A little make-up, a little dancing…”
“Girls stuff,” added Gryff.
“Well, you can tell us all about it on the way home,” said O’Neill.
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow