Stargate SG-1 Triple Drabble: Finding Ernest
Title: Finding Ernest
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Ernest Littlefield, Catherine Langford, SG-1.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 380: Amnesty 38 at drabble_weekly, using Challenge 52: Awkward.
Spoilers/Setting: The Torment of Tantalus.
Summary: They’re the first people Dr Littlefield has seen in fifty years…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
SG-1 had come to this planet hoping to find Ernest Littlefield, and find him they had, which was good. They’d overlooked a few pertinent details, however, like the fact that after fifty years, even if Ernest had somehow managed to survive, his clothes might not have.
What do you say to a scrawny, naked septuagenarian who wasn’t expecting company? Daniel did his best.
“Hello, I’m Daniel Jackson. We just came through the Stargate.” Before he could say much more, he found his arms full of sobbing, naked old man. It was a touch awkward, although he supposed it was understandable. After so long, Ernest must have given up hope of ever being rescued.
At least Sam managed to avoid the hugging the rest of them had to endure, mainly by moving out of the way. In retrospect, maybe Daniel should’ve tried hiding behind Teal’c or Jack, but he’d been too surprised to think about taking evasive action.
Watching the almost complete lack of expression on Teal’c’s face as Ernest clung to him was almost amusing, until, under Jack’s pointed prompting, Daniel realised he should probably do something. Gathering his scattered wits, he pointed to the extra member of their party in an effort to divert Dr Littlefield’s attention, and what should have been a happy reunion somehow made the situation even more awkward than it already was.
Despite the changes wrought by five decades of living, Ernest nevertheless recognised his former fiancée, but he seemed less than pleased to see her. This really wasn’t going the way any of them had anticipated.
“Hmmph.” Turning abruptly, Ernest stalked away, radiating indignation and all Catherine could do was stare after him in stunned disbelief.
“Fifty years. That’s all he has to say.”
With a sigh, Daniel followed Ernest. Time to play mediator.
The End
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Ernest Littlefield, Catherine Langford, SG-1.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 380: Amnesty 38 at drabble_weekly, using Challenge 52: Awkward.
Spoilers/Setting: The Torment of Tantalus.
Summary: They’re the first people Dr Littlefield has seen in fifty years…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
SG-1 had come to this planet hoping to find Ernest Littlefield, and find him they had, which was good. They’d overlooked a few pertinent details, however, like the fact that after fifty years, even if Ernest had somehow managed to survive, his clothes might not have.
What do you say to a scrawny, naked septuagenarian who wasn’t expecting company? Daniel did his best.
“Hello, I’m Daniel Jackson. We just came through the Stargate.” Before he could say much more, he found his arms full of sobbing, naked old man. It was a touch awkward, although he supposed it was understandable. After so long, Ernest must have given up hope of ever being rescued.
At least Sam managed to avoid the hugging the rest of them had to endure, mainly by moving out of the way. In retrospect, maybe Daniel should’ve tried hiding behind Teal’c or Jack, but he’d been too surprised to think about taking evasive action.
Watching the almost complete lack of expression on Teal’c’s face as Ernest clung to him was almost amusing, until, under Jack’s pointed prompting, Daniel realised he should probably do something. Gathering his scattered wits, he pointed to the extra member of their party in an effort to divert Dr Littlefield’s attention, and what should have been a happy reunion somehow made the situation even more awkward than it already was.
Despite the changes wrought by five decades of living, Ernest nevertheless recognised his former fiancée, but he seemed less than pleased to see her. This really wasn’t going the way any of them had anticipated.
“Hmmph.” Turning abruptly, Ernest stalked away, radiating indignation and all Catherine could do was stare after him in stunned disbelief.
“Fifty years. That’s all he has to say.”
With a sigh, Daniel followed Ernest. Time to play mediator.
The End