FBR 10 and 11
Title: The Point At Which We Break
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 391
Spoilers: None
By: kellifer_fic
Category: SG-1 (Daniel, Sam friendship S1)
Spoilers: None
Prompt: For sg_fignewton
Sam fumbles the phone off her nightstand when it shrills to life at two in the morning and puts it to her ear, rolling onto her back.
“’llo?” she murmurs and smiles to herself, remembering how Jack had once said that everyone sounded like Elmer Fudd when they first woke up.
There’s nothing but heavy breathing on the other end of the line and Sam rolls her eyes in the darkness.
“Look pervert-” she begins but then there’s another loud sigh and strangely enough, she recognizes it. “Daniel?”
“Sam?” There’s a hitched breath and Daniel sounds as surprised to have called Sam as she is. “S’ry, was tryin’ to call a taxi.”
He’s wasted and she remembers something else Jack said.
When he finally breaks, he’s going to break hard…
She knows Daniel is a lightweight, Abydos moonshine notwithstanding. It hits her as she listens to him start humming something she doesn’t recognize that he has been gone a year, pronounced dead and that he, more than all of them except maybe Teal’c, is alone.
“Are you okay?” she asks and she hears him chuckle, a deep, throaty sound that tails off at the end into a small sob that she will never tell him she heard.
“I’m not sure where I am,” he says and he sounds so forlorn that Sam aches for him.
“Just stay on the phone,” Sam instructs, sliding out of bed. She walks to the phone in the hallway, still cradling her cell phone to her ear. She dials the Mountain, knowing it’s probably abusing resources but she doesn’t give a damn. Daniel would have been given his cell phone by the Air Force and she knows they’ll be able to trace it.
“I want to go home,” Daniel says in the little boy lost voice he has when he’s tired or hurting so badly that he can’t put on a brave front. She hates that she knows about the latter.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find you and get you back to the Mountain,” Sam assures.
“No, I want to go home,” he repeats and she gets it, gets what he means. She slides down the wall while she listens to the sound of being put through to the right place in the Mountain in one ear and Daniel in the other.
Title: Warning Labels
Rating/Warning: G
Wordcount: 347
Spoilers: None
By: kellifer_fic
Category: John/Rodney
Spoilers: None
Prompt: For starrylizard
“What are you doing? Don’t touch that!”
John looks up to see Rodney running towards him, pin-wheeling his arms. He puts the small disc down slowly that he’d picked up absently.
“What?” he asks, bewildered. Okay, so the thing was getting warm and his hand had been starting to tingle but he didn’t see why Rodney looked so mortified.
“See that?” Rodney points a shaky hand at the far wall. There is a bloody handprint and John frowns.
“What happened?” he demands.
“That’s all that’s left of MacKenzie,” Rodney says, using a ruler from a nearby desk to prod the disc gingerly into a box.
“Christ McKay! And you left this here?” John exclaims, looking from the box to his hand, like he’s expecting it to drop off, or detonate.
It’s at that moment that Doctor MacKenzie walks into the room, chewing an apple. He stops short when he notices John looking at him with an open mouth. “What?” he says slowly and John turns on Rodney, glaring.
“I thought he was dead!” John exclaims, pointing a finger at MacKenzie.
“Me? No, just a shock is all,” MacKenzie says, holding up the hand that isn’t holding the apple. Three fingers are bandaged and he waggles them.
“McKay?” John growls as MacKenzie goes back to his workspace.
“Okay, so maybe it wasn’t as bad as I initially made out,” Rodney admits, sounding more annoyed at being caught in a lie than contrite. “You just wander in here and pick up things and I wanted to… scare you out of it.”
“So you made me think MacKenzie blew up?” John asks incredulously, crossing his arms and looking furious.
“You could see it as me... you know, caring about you,” Rodney says, leaning over to say the last part in a rough whisper.
John leans away, one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to be caring for yourself for the foreseeable future,” John says with a jab to Rodney’s chest and turns on his heel.
Rodney watches John leave and then turns on MacKenzie. “This is all your fault,” he huffs.
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 391
Spoilers: None
By: kellifer_fic
Category: SG-1 (Daniel, Sam friendship S1)
Spoilers: None
Prompt: For sg_fignewton
Sam fumbles the phone off her nightstand when it shrills to life at two in the morning and puts it to her ear, rolling onto her back.
“’llo?” she murmurs and smiles to herself, remembering how Jack had once said that everyone sounded like Elmer Fudd when they first woke up.
There’s nothing but heavy breathing on the other end of the line and Sam rolls her eyes in the darkness.
“Look pervert-” she begins but then there’s another loud sigh and strangely enough, she recognizes it. “Daniel?”
“Sam?” There’s a hitched breath and Daniel sounds as surprised to have called Sam as she is. “S’ry, was tryin’ to call a taxi.”
He’s wasted and she remembers something else Jack said.
When he finally breaks, he’s going to break hard…
She knows Daniel is a lightweight, Abydos moonshine notwithstanding. It hits her as she listens to him start humming something she doesn’t recognize that he has been gone a year, pronounced dead and that he, more than all of them except maybe Teal’c, is alone.
“Are you okay?” she asks and she hears him chuckle, a deep, throaty sound that tails off at the end into a small sob that she will never tell him she heard.
“I’m not sure where I am,” he says and he sounds so forlorn that Sam aches for him.
“Just stay on the phone,” Sam instructs, sliding out of bed. She walks to the phone in the hallway, still cradling her cell phone to her ear. She dials the Mountain, knowing it’s probably abusing resources but she doesn’t give a damn. Daniel would have been given his cell phone by the Air Force and she knows they’ll be able to trace it.
“I want to go home,” Daniel says in the little boy lost voice he has when he’s tired or hurting so badly that he can’t put on a brave front. She hates that she knows about the latter.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find you and get you back to the Mountain,” Sam assures.
“No, I want to go home,” he repeats and she gets it, gets what he means. She slides down the wall while she listens to the sound of being put through to the right place in the Mountain in one ear and Daniel in the other.
Title: Warning Labels
Rating/Warning: G
Wordcount: 347
Spoilers: None
By: kellifer_fic
Category: John/Rodney
Spoilers: None
Prompt: For starrylizard
“What are you doing? Don’t touch that!”
John looks up to see Rodney running towards him, pin-wheeling his arms. He puts the small disc down slowly that he’d picked up absently.
“What?” he asks, bewildered. Okay, so the thing was getting warm and his hand had been starting to tingle but he didn’t see why Rodney looked so mortified.
“See that?” Rodney points a shaky hand at the far wall. There is a bloody handprint and John frowns.
“What happened?” he demands.
“That’s all that’s left of MacKenzie,” Rodney says, using a ruler from a nearby desk to prod the disc gingerly into a box.
“Christ McKay! And you left this here?” John exclaims, looking from the box to his hand, like he’s expecting it to drop off, or detonate.
It’s at that moment that Doctor MacKenzie walks into the room, chewing an apple. He stops short when he notices John looking at him with an open mouth. “What?” he says slowly and John turns on Rodney, glaring.
“I thought he was dead!” John exclaims, pointing a finger at MacKenzie.
“Me? No, just a shock is all,” MacKenzie says, holding up the hand that isn’t holding the apple. Three fingers are bandaged and he waggles them.
“McKay?” John growls as MacKenzie goes back to his workspace.
“Okay, so maybe it wasn’t as bad as I initially made out,” Rodney admits, sounding more annoyed at being caught in a lie than contrite. “You just wander in here and pick up things and I wanted to… scare you out of it.”
“So you made me think MacKenzie blew up?” John asks incredulously, crossing his arms and looking furious.
“You could see it as me... you know, caring about you,” Rodney says, leaning over to say the last part in a rough whisper.
John leans away, one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to be caring for yourself for the foreseeable future,” John says with a jab to Rodney’s chest and turns on his heel.
Rodney watches John leave and then turns on MacKenzie. “This is all your fault,” he huffs.