Pre-Keri Drabbles
Title: Some Pre-Keri Drabbles
Fandom: SGA/SG-1 Fusion
Series: Part of the Keri 'verse (Pre Keri)
Characters: Weir, Sheppard,Fraiser, Jackson, McKay, Ronon, Mitchell, O'Neill, Ford, Teyla
Word Count: total: 2,682
Rating: PG
Orientation: 9 Gen, 1 slashie
Notes: 10 Drabbles for the stargateland Prompt Week Challenge - Day 6
17- SGA, Elizabeth Weir, moonlight (316 words)
“You turned me on?” Elizabeth sounded surprised. “Did Rodney authorize the power expenditure?
John gave her a wavering smile. “I’ll deal woth Rodney later. I need your help. Things are completely FUBAR with the Hoff situation, and I really don’t know what to do.”
“May we walk while you fill me in on the details? I’d like to see the city.”
“Of course. You should see the fruit and vegetable gardens, Parrish and his team have done wonders.” He didn’t mention the Memorial Garden, he thought that would be morbid and freaky and cruel.
“How long have I been gone now?” She asked as they walked along a deserted corridor. John was taking them along a lesser used route to the nurseries and hydroponics labs.
“Nineteen months, twelve days,” he asnwered quickly, as he knew the number, it was never far from his mind.
She hummed in response. Life here had moved on without her. “Oh, John, stop a moment please.” She drifted over to a pair of glass doors leading out onto one of the many balconies around the city.
“There are no holoemmitters out there.”
“I know I can’t go out. I just wanted to look at the moonlight on the sea for a few moments. It was always one of my favorite things.”
John opened the doors, giving her an unobstructed view of the balcony and the sea beyond the railing. He made a note to mention installing emmitters somewhere outside, so that when Elizabeth’s hologram was able to run full-time, she was not trapped indoors.
She ‘leaned’ on the doorframe, her image blurring a bit at the very edge that was at the extreme boundry of the local emmitter’s reach. “So, John, tell me more about these Hoffans. You mentioned Carson was embroiled in something?” She gazed out at the sparkle of the moonlight on the waves, committing the image to memory.
18- SGA, John Sheppard, snakes on a puddlejumper (199 words)
Ordinarily, John enjoyed sneaking away from his duties and leaving the responsibility of running the city to Lorne for a few hours.
He frequently volunteered to shuttle people to the mainland, just to have an excuse to fly the puddlejumpers. He had made many friends among the Athosians and liked to stop in and visit with them when he could.
Since David Parrish was a frequent passenger, he had grown much closer to Evan’s keri over the past year or so. He had also become quite chummy with many of the other scientists that he ferried back and forth. He’d found he had a lot in common with some of them. Some, not all. He still hated Kavanaugh, and the feeling was obviously mutual.
Today, Sheppard did not like any of the scietists in his puddlejumper. At all. They were all on his shit list. He was flying the puddlejumper while crouched uncomfortably in the pilot’s seat. There was no way in hell he was putting his feet down. The idiots had somehow dumped over two sample cases and now there were snakes loose on the floor.
No, today Sheppard was not enjoying playing hooky from his real job.
01- SG1, Janet Fraiser, to protect and serve (255 words)
When she had decided to become a doctor and entered medical school, Janet had envisioned a career path quite different than the one she was currently on.
She had expected to serve others, that had been a goal, she wanted to help people, make the sick well, ease suffering whenever she could. She pressed a wad of gauze to the gaping wound in Sergeant Harriman’s side, applying pressure. He was in danger of bleeding out if she could not get him to the Infirmary and the tools she needed to aid him that were there.
There were too many of them between the Control Room and the Infirmary, she could not go yet. She had to wait for the soldiers to clear the area of the enemy troops. Weapons fire pinged overhead, hit a bank of electronics and caused a small explosion and a cascade of sparks. She leaned over Harriman, shielding his body with her own.
“Gromel masch tilgli!” One of the intruders, a big one with fancy braid on his armor plate came up the stairs and shouted at her. He stomped over and stared down at Harriman for moment and then grinned toothily. He brought up his weapon and aimed it at the unconscious Master Sergeant’s head.
The intruder fell to the floor in a heap a moment later, a bullet hole between his eyes. Janet slipped the Beretta back into the holster at her hip and resumed applying pressure to the wound as she waited for the all clear to sound.
08- SG1, Daniel Jackson - looses his glasses (248 words)
“You are going to get us killed!” Jack hissed at Daniel as the archeologist scrambled around on the sandy floor. “Get your ass back here!” He reached out and swiped at Daniel in an attempt to get a grip on him or even his clothing so that he could yank him back out of sight of the concealed hostiles.
“I dropped my glasses.”
“Jack, I might kill him myself. You promised me you’d keep the geek in line. You’re failing me Jack!” Kawalsky complained. “The pretty little doctor on her first mission is a hell of a lot less trouble than your seasoned bookworm!” Kawalsky pointed at Janet Fraiser, huddled at his side with her sidearm cluthed in her petite hands.
“Daniel!” Jack called as Jackson crawled away, further out into the open expanse of the room. “Daniel get back here!”
“Found them!” Jackson called happily, and stood up, waving the glasses triumphantly.
Staff weapons fire from three directions hurled at Jackson’s head. Uttering a stream of curses and disparations upon Daniel’s ancestry, Jack hurled himself at the oblivious doctor’s midsection, tackling him and rolling with him behind the relative safety of a fallen pillar.
Stretched out on top of Jackson, O’Neill raised his weapon, and scanned the area for the source of the enemy weapon fire. He glanced down and found Daniel glaring angrily up at him. “What? I just saved your ass.”
“You broke my glasses!” Daniel waved the bent frames and shattered lenses at him.
07- SG1, Janet Fraiser/Samantha Carter, at two o'clock in the morning (195 words)
“Could I get something for a headache?” Sam Carter asked as she approached Janet’s desk. Her appearance was unexpected, janet was working the night shift rotation, but Carter was not, and thus must still be here working overtime.
Janet looked up with concern for her friend. “Did you wake up with a headache?” She came around the desk, pulling her penlight out of her pocket.
“Hard to wake up when you haven’t been to sleep yet. I was working. I lost track of time.” She allowed Janet to look into her eyes and shine the annoying light over her.
“You work too much. You need to scale back your hours Carter, before you run yourself into the ground. Studies show regular breaks increase productivity.” Janet went to the pharmacy cabinet and unlocked it, pulling a packet of pills out and extending it to her. “Go to the mess hall, eat something. Then go home and sleep for eight hours.”
Sam opened her mouth to protest, but decided it would be best not to argue with the woman capable of encarcerating one in the infirmary with just the stroke of a pen. “All right. I’ll try.”
10- SG1, Cameron Mitchell- Wormholes (166 words)
Wing Commander Cam Mitchell had done some dangerous things in his time, some even in the line of duty. He had drag raced his daddy’s mustang to the edge of a cliff. He’d gone cliff diving in Hawaii. He’d tried parachuting for fun, and found it not too much different than jumping out of planes for Air Services and gave it up as a hobby. He had flown in a potential suicide run over the base in Antarctica, and been shot down. He’d volunteered for a dangerous medical procedure in the hopes of walking again.
This? This ranked up there with the best of his crazy decisions. He was sitting in the cockpit of a tiny little experimental ship, a ship that was argueably more sensor equipment and recording devices than actual flying machine. He was about to attempt to skirt the edge of a wormhole created without the benefit of a nice, round, naquada laced ring to contain it.
He was out of his mind.
14- SG1, Clone O'Neill, high school (264 words)
SG-1 had encountered oddities in their time going through the ring. They had come back with many strange stories, artifacts and the occasional person.
Brigadier Hammond stared at the young man in front of him. “What do I do with you?”
“I don’t suppose you could give me a Gate Team and let me carry on as I was?”
“A Gate Team is not going to follow a teenaged boy.” Hammond replied. “The OIA is not convinced that you’re stable enough to be allowed into the Stargate program at this time… what do I even call you?”
“Jon is fine.” O’Neill sighed. This sucked. It really, really sucked.
“Well Jon, you’re panor. That means combat is out, it means Gate duty is out without an exception. I’m afraid the OIA is insisting that the letter of the law be followed. You cannot rest on the laurels your original, older self earned. You’ll have to work your way back in under a new identity, son.”
Jon hissed, “Damn it!”
“Look at the bright side, Jon, you’ll be able to enjoy things more this time around. Do different things with your life. Air Services and SGO might not even be what you want to do. Take the time to think about it.”
“I am not going back to High School. My mind is nearly fifty, I cannot spend my days surrounded by hormonal teenagers! Not again! If my… if the orignal Jack’s serivce to SGO means anything, sir, please don’t torture me with that.”
Hammond gave him a small smile. “I’m certain we can arrange something.”
[for emeraldsnakes as recompense for the torture]
03- SGA, John Sheppard/Evan Lorne, stress relief (308 words)
“I’m not going to hit you.” Evan said, letting the wooden sticks dangle at his sides.
“You’d better, ‘cause I’m sure as hell gonna hit you!” John warned, circling his friend.
Evan sighed. They had this argument frequently. John insisted on physical training with the marines and seals, and every once in a while, insisted on sparring with Lorne. “John, listen, really, I mean it.” He jumped aside as John feinted at him with one of the Athosian fighting sticks. “I’m serious, is this some head game you play? You know I can’t hurt you, you know I won’t. Do you do this because you know I’m safe?”
He knew he’d made a mistake when John’s shoulder drooped and he looked completely crestfallen. He turned away to put up his sticks, and answered simply, “No.”
“Then why? I need to understand this. If it isn’t for the easy win, then why?”
“Easy win? Do you think so little of me, Ev?”
Lorne ran his fingers through his hair, annoyed with himself for hurting his friend’s feelings. He knew he’d done so, he knew his friend’s body language. “No, of course not. I just wanted to know why.”
John turned and rolled his neck on his shoulders. His expression was guarded as he said, “Stress relief. And I don’t pick you because you’re easy, Evan. I ask you because you’re careful. You make me work harder to be clever. I can’t use brute strength when you’re holding back. I know you hold back. I wish you wouldn’t, but I can’t ask you to not be panor and more than you can demand I not be keri.”
“Well then, pick ‘em up. Let’s see how well you’ve learned Teyla’s dance moves.” Evan pointed his stick in the direction of John’s bag.
His friend hesitated, then smiled and retrieved his weapons.
09- SGA, Markham &/ Stackhouse, Puddle Jumper stunts (143 words)
“Jason, we’re gonna get in trouble.” Stackhouse warned as Markham veered off the preset course and headed for a different part of the mainland.
“Not if we get back in time. This is a shortcut. Trust me.” Jason said, adjusting some controls and checking the overhead display.
Nathan sighed, not looking forward to yet another round of punishment duties if Lorne found out Jason was joyriding in the puddlejumper. Again.
“Look, straight up and then straight down, and we don’t feel a thing!” Markham chortled as he banked and rolled the ship after diving at the ground.
There was only one thing Nathan could think of that might distract the flight-obsessed Markham. He stood up and started stripping, tossing his uniform onto the passenger seat and waiting for Jason to notice. Hopefully, they made it back before Lorne noticed they were missing. Again.
04- SGA, Aiden Ford, hope (146 words)
Sub Commander Aiden Ford, the bright light of the Air Services, on the fast track for a star cluster by forty, sat huddled on the filthy floor of his cell. The space vampires had taken people away, he had seen one of them drained of life. The Athosians in the cell sat apart from him, frightened, praying to their ancestors. Sergeant Conroy stood by the door, peering out.
Resisting, squirming to get away, Commordore Sumner had been dragged off not long ago. Ford wondered what had had happened to Sumner, if he was still alive. A noise caught his attention and he saw movement by the door.
Impossibly, Sheppard and Bates were there, at the door. Ford ran forward, but Sheppard had already disappeared, leaving Bates to free them. From the pit of his belly, Ford felt the rise of something he had thought lost. Hope.
[what happened next is in here:]
06- SGA, Rodney McKay & Teyla, computer lessons (327 words)
Rodney cleared his throat and used his best teaching voice to explain, “The first thing you’ll need is a password for the network.”
“What is a network?” Teyla looked at the images flashing on the screen of the laptop in front of her.
Oh, right, he was going to have to explain the very basics to her. “The network is all of the computers on the base.”
“There must be so many.”
“Well, yes. They’re all linked together. This way, we can all share information.”
Teyla nodded. “I see. Sharing information is very good.”
“So, you will need to choose a password, a secret one, that only you know. And you should not reveal it to anyone, for security reasons, never, ever. Now, you think of a word and a number, one you will remember.”
Watching him solemnly, she again nodded. He reached for the laptop and accessed the adminitrator’s screen and created her ID. When he got to the spot where she would need to enter her password, he turned it back towards her. “Right, now enter it there.”
She chewed her lower lip and looked at the keyboard. Then she looked at Rodney, and then back at the keys. “I…”
“Go ahead, it won’t bite.” Rodney coaxed with a smile. When she still hesitated, he teased, “Did you forget your password already?”
“No, it is only that I do not know how to make my word and number. I do not know these letters.” She wiggled her fingers over the keys.
He blinked and stared for a moment. “Right. Of course. English, translator nanites, verbal only. Fine, tell me what you’d like entered and I’ll type it.” Rodney made a note to get an English primer to start her on letters.
Teyla leaned back on the stool, crossed her arms and shook her head. “No. You told me not to reveal my password to anyone, ever.”
It was going to be a very long lesson.