Drabbles [SG-1]
Two SG-1 drabbles for writerverse Weekly Quick Fic Challenge.
Title: Cliche
Word Count: 100
Rating: General Audiences
Original/Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters/Pairings: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill
Summary: I said, ‘Take me to your leader.’
Notes: Prompt: leader; Bonus: all-dialogue. Set anytime Daniel is corporeal and Jack is in the field.
Cliche
“What did you just say to them?”
“Hmm? Oh, I said, ‘Take me to your leader.’”
“Oh, come on, Daniel!”
“What? I’m being perfectly serious. It’s not as if they’ve ever heard it before. Although, I suppose it is possible that some culture somewhere developed similarly enough to have something analogous. But based on their reactions, I don’t think they interpreted it as a joke. See? Here we go.”
...
“What’s wrong, Jack?”
“Daniel, you’re using cliched movie lines from the 50s!”
“Oh, sorry. Am I reminding you of your misspent youth?”
...
“Stop growling, Jack. The natives are getting restless.”
Title: Almost
Word Count: 161
Rating: General Audiences
Original/Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Sam UST, Sam/Joe Faxon
Summary: But in the end, it wasn’t him.
Notes: Prompt: sparkle. Set in the 2010 AU.
Almost
Sam shone brightly, drawing Jack’s eyes even from across the room. She was laughing at something that popinjay of an ambassador had said, her hand resting lightly on his arm. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. Her expression changed, her smile softening as she nodded.
He left her briefly, returning with their coats. The flush in her cheeks became more pronounced as Faxon allowed his hands to brush her bare arms as he helped her into her coat. Jack downed the rest of his drink in the hope of drowning the images that came unbidden to his mind. He had wanted to be the one to put that sparkle in her eyes; he had always intended that one day, he would. But in the end, it wasn’t him. And he could almost convince himself that he was happy for her.
He grabbed another glass from a passing tray as he watched Faxon lead Sam out of the ballroom.
Almost.
Title: Cliche
Word Count: 100
Rating: General Audiences
Original/Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters/Pairings: Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill
Summary: I said, ‘Take me to your leader.’
Notes: Prompt: leader; Bonus: all-dialogue. Set anytime Daniel is corporeal and Jack is in the field.
Cliche
“What did you just say to them?”
“Hmm? Oh, I said, ‘Take me to your leader.’”
“Oh, come on, Daniel!”
“What? I’m being perfectly serious. It’s not as if they’ve ever heard it before. Although, I suppose it is possible that some culture somewhere developed similarly enough to have something analogous. But based on their reactions, I don’t think they interpreted it as a joke. See? Here we go.”
...
“What’s wrong, Jack?”
“Daniel, you’re using cliched movie lines from the 50s!”
“Oh, sorry. Am I reminding you of your misspent youth?”
...
“Stop growling, Jack. The natives are getting restless.”
Title: Almost
Word Count: 161
Rating: General Audiences
Original/Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Sam UST, Sam/Joe Faxon
Summary: But in the end, it wasn’t him.
Notes: Prompt: sparkle. Set in the 2010 AU.
Almost
Sam shone brightly, drawing Jack’s eyes even from across the room. She was laughing at something that popinjay of an ambassador had said, her hand resting lightly on his arm. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. Her expression changed, her smile softening as she nodded.
He left her briefly, returning with their coats. The flush in her cheeks became more pronounced as Faxon allowed his hands to brush her bare arms as he helped her into her coat. Jack downed the rest of his drink in the hope of drowning the images that came unbidden to his mind. He had wanted to be the one to put that sparkle in her eyes; he had always intended that one day, he would. But in the end, it wasn’t him. And he could almost convince himself that he was happy for her.
He grabbed another glass from a passing tray as he watched Faxon lead Sam out of the ballroom.
Almost.