Fic: They Just Keep Getting Better and Better
Title: They Just Keep Getting Better and Better
Author: Macky
Genre: Gen, sort-of Teamfic
Rating: G. Your grandmother could read this, though she might not like it.
Summary: There's a reason Radek hates going on missions.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything at all, much less anything related to the boys.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Amnesty 2006 - Mission Report Challenge on sga_flashfic. It's just a little plot bunny. Maybe I'll write it into a story; if anyone else wanted to, feel free!
With Rodney in the infirmary for a severe head wound, Elizabeth had been hesitant to send her flagship team to a planet they'd only heard about from trading partners, but they were running low on fresh fruits and vegetables (the kinds that couldn't really be transported on the Daelalus), and Rodney wasn't going to be cleared for off-world duty for several weeks. Zelenka had agreed reluctantly to take over as the science officer for any necessary missions while Rodney was out, but he'd made it clear how much he hated going off-world. His recurring visits to M7G-677 had been nothing compared to the most recent mission, though. Once they'd gotten over the initial shock of his appearance, she tried to calm him down and talk him out of quitting the team, the mission, and life in general. Knowing Czech had come in handy many times in the past few years, and this had been no exception. She needed to check over the mission reports for the past few weeks to send to the SGC, and she really hoped she wouldn't have to do much rewriting on the latest ones. She opened up her email and downloaded the latest files...
To: Elizabeth Weir From: Radek Zelenka Subject: Mission Report
To: Elizabeth Weir From: Teyla Emmagen Subject: Report for most recent mission
To: Elizabeth From: John Subject: It never gets old
She sighed. Sure, she could spend hours emailing back and forth with them, editing the minor unprofessional comments and trying to get them to explain in greater detail what exactly had gone wrong. No one had mentioned how exactly the spear people had overpowered a bunch of P-90s, and that was the kind of thing the SGC really wanted answers for. Or she could just send them as they were. Glancing at the clock on her laptop, Elizabeth decided that maybe the SGC would just have to deal with a little mystery. It was lunchtime, and the mess was serving chipped buffalo-like meat. If she hurried, maybe it would still be warm.
Author: Macky
Genre: Gen, sort-of Teamfic
Rating: G. Your grandmother could read this, though she might not like it.
Summary: There's a reason Radek hates going on missions.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything at all, much less anything related to the boys.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Amnesty 2006 - Mission Report Challenge on sga_flashfic. It's just a little plot bunny. Maybe I'll write it into a story; if anyone else wanted to, feel free!
With Rodney in the infirmary for a severe head wound, Elizabeth had been hesitant to send her flagship team to a planet they'd only heard about from trading partners, but they were running low on fresh fruits and vegetables (the kinds that couldn't really be transported on the Daelalus), and Rodney wasn't going to be cleared for off-world duty for several weeks. Zelenka had agreed reluctantly to take over as the science officer for any necessary missions while Rodney was out, but he'd made it clear how much he hated going off-world. His recurring visits to M7G-677 had been nothing compared to the most recent mission, though. Once they'd gotten over the initial shock of his appearance, she tried to calm him down and talk him out of quitting the team, the mission, and life in general. Knowing Czech had come in handy many times in the past few years, and this had been no exception. She needed to check over the mission reports for the past few weeks to send to the SGC, and she really hoped she wouldn't have to do much rewriting on the latest ones. She opened up her email and downloaded the latest files...
To: Elizabeth Weir From: Radek Zelenka Subject: Mission Report
To: Elizabeth Weir From: Teyla Emmagen Subject: Report for most recent mission
To: Elizabeth From: John Subject: It never gets old
She sighed. Sure, she could spend hours emailing back and forth with them, editing the minor unprofessional comments and trying to get them to explain in greater detail what exactly had gone wrong. No one had mentioned how exactly the spear people had overpowered a bunch of P-90s, and that was the kind of thing the SGC really wanted answers for. Or she could just send them as they were. Glancing at the clock on her laptop, Elizabeth decided that maybe the SGC would just have to deal with a little mystery. It was lunchtime, and the mess was serving chipped buffalo-like meat. If she hurried, maybe it would still be warm.