Stargate SG-1 - Troublemakers and Their Pens
Title: Troublemakers and Their Pens
Author: Lhinneill, aka Stargatefangurl
Summary: For once, it's not just the Colonel's fault.
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Length: About 200 words
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Jack, Teal'c
A/N: Team friendship. 'Nuff said.
Troublemakers and Their Pens
Click. Click. Click.
Sam rubbed her fingers over her forehead and bit back a sigh.
Click. Clickclick. Click.
“Colonel?”
He paused, thumb hovering over the clicker of a ballpoint pen. “Carter?”
“Could you…” she waved a hand at the pen, brows raised pointedly.
Click. “Sorry.”
Sam nodded absently and bent back over the panel. Her fingers traced the exposed wiring, eyes narrowed with thought. If she could find the wire that kept short-circuiting, it shouldn’t be too hard to get the piece of ancient alien technology working again. And once she’d finished with that, they could all pack up and head home.
Clickclick.
She sighed and looked up. It would help if she could concentrate.
Cli…
Colonel O’Neill caught her gaze. His brows twitched and he swallowed.
...ick.
“Sorry,” he whispered again. “Won’t happen again. Promise.”
She nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
Click.
Sam dropped her head onto the console. “Colonel…”
He lifted both hands, displaying empty palms. “It wasn’t me, Captain.”
Sam’s brows dipped together.
Click.
Both officers turned their heads.
Click.
Sam slapped her hand on the panel and let out a frustrated sigh. “Not you too, Teal’c!”
Author: Lhinneill, aka Stargatefangurl
Summary: For once, it's not just the Colonel's fault.
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Length: About 200 words
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Jack, Teal'c
A/N: Team friendship. 'Nuff said.
Troublemakers and Their Pens
Click. Click. Click.
Sam rubbed her fingers over her forehead and bit back a sigh.
Click. Clickclick. Click.
“Colonel?”
He paused, thumb hovering over the clicker of a ballpoint pen. “Carter?”
“Could you…” she waved a hand at the pen, brows raised pointedly.
Click. “Sorry.”
Sam nodded absently and bent back over the panel. Her fingers traced the exposed wiring, eyes narrowed with thought. If she could find the wire that kept short-circuiting, it shouldn’t be too hard to get the piece of ancient alien technology working again. And once she’d finished with that, they could all pack up and head home.
Clickclick.
She sighed and looked up. It would help if she could concentrate.
Cli…
Colonel O’Neill caught her gaze. His brows twitched and he swallowed.
...ick.
“Sorry,” he whispered again. “Won’t happen again. Promise.”
She nodded. “Thank you, sir.”
Click.
Sam dropped her head onto the console. “Colonel…”
He lifted both hands, displaying empty palms. “It wasn’t me, Captain.”
Sam’s brows dipped together.
Click.
Both officers turned their heads.
Click.
Sam slapped her hand on the panel and let out a frustrated sigh. “Not you too, Teal’c!”