How Do You Solve a Problem Like Andrew? 17-20/??
Title: How Do You Solve a Problem Like Andrew?
Author: Vesica
Rating: PG
Fandoms: BtVS/SGA/SG-1
Word Count: 200 per chapter
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people's sandboxes. None of these characters are mine - lucky for them!
Dedication: To jedibuttercup on the occasion of her birthday and for all her hard work and dedication in Mod'ing TtHDrabbles.
Summary: Why you send him off, along with Faith, to represent the Council's interests in the Pegasus Galaxy of course! A very silly series of double drabbles written for TtH Drabbles and more than a few FFA pairings. Crosses with SG-1 and SGA.
~ Jump to Part I~
tthdrabbles Challenge: #056 - Proverbs
Col. Caldwell had Faith doing drills with the rest of the Daedelus personnel which meant she wouldn’t be back for at least a few hours. All the time Andrew needed
What was that proverb? Something about a stitch in time?
He couldn’t remember, but if it had to do with stitching it was probably pretty applicable. He smiled and snapped the thread with his teeth.
His Gran had always winced when he did that, but they hadn’t let him bring scissors onboard. He was lucky to have been able to borrow a sewing kit off one of the crew.
Andrew softly hummed, a folk song she’d sung during their lessons, and carefully rethreaded the needle.
Faith was thirty minutes late for the briefing, stomping into the room with a scowl, daring anyone to comment.
Caldwell ignored the glare and went right ahead. “Faith, so nice you could join us. Are we expecting a flood?” he asked with a glance at her ankles, left bare by the pants legs coming only to mid-calf.
Faith sank into a chair mumbling, “No, sir. Just an isolated shit storm.”
Caldwell ignored that too - he was getting quite good at ignoring things - and continued on.
END PART.
tthdrabbles Challenge: #054 - Seven Virtues
Faith was dead asleep when her door chimed and two obscenely chipper members of the crew bounced into her room.
“Up and at ‘em, sleepyhead! We’ve got a busy day,” the young woman chirped.
“Excuse you?” Faith growled, trying to hide her head under her pillow. It did no good though, as the young man turned the lights in her room to full blast.
He smiled and dangled a sytrofoam cup in front of her. She could smell the rich scent of coffee but when she reached for it, he pulled back. “This will be waiting. Bye!”
She pulled on the first clothes she found and was unsurprised to find Andrew leaning in his doorway, watching her. “What the hell did you do?”
“They needed some help cleaning the cargo bay - everything has to be moved. With your Slayer strength and all…”
Faith’s eyes narrowed. “I hate you.”
“Charity is a virtue, Faith. You’d better get going.”
“Wait - while you do what?”
Andrew held up a large stack of books. “I have a busy day of very important research and a few of those jello parfaits.”
Faith waited until he disappeared around the corner. “That’s what you think, buddy.”
END PART.
tthdrabbles Challenge: #059 - Oops
"Get them in my office - NOW!" Col. Caldwell snapped, stalking to his office to wait for the little delinquents to report.
They slunk in, looking superficially contrite, but more like kids being sent to the principal's office.
Andrew put on his “Watcher” voice. "Sir, I think this all just got out of hand and-"
"Sit."
They sat.
"My infirmary is filled with people you've injured running around the halls. I have a stack of complaints from women about the shower incident. All the jello has vanished from the commissary supplies and, you may have noticed, I and half my staff are bright green."
Andrew slowly reddened, offering an "Oops?" while Faith stifled a snicker. "That was all McGyver over here - tapped into the wrong water supply pipes."
Caldwell suppressed the urge to strangle them both. "I don't care who it was. You are both confined to your quarters for the remainder of the trip to Atlantis. Your meals will be brought to you.
"You are not to speak to each other, any member of the crew, or even to yourselves. Do I make myself clear?"
Faith raised her hand. "What about conjugal visits?"
"GET OUT!"
"I'll take that as a 'Maybe'."
END PART.
tthdrabbles Challenge: #068 - Giving Thanks
"Dr. Weir, this is Col. Caldwell. We are in orbit and ready to send down your guests."
Dr. Weir tapped her earpiece. "This is a surprise. We weren't expecting you until-"
She abruptly stopped as he appeared in her office with the two visitors.
"Col. Caldwell, nice to see you again. Ms. Lehane, Mr. Wells - welcome."
They both looked so much younger than she was expecting - the boy in particular - but if everything the SGC said was true, they were very lucky to have them.
Caldwell nodded curtly. "Well, here you go. We are just going to restock some supplies and then we'll be off."
Dr. Weir frowned. "I thought you were planning some furlough time here in Pegasus."
"We had talked about it," Caldwell answered, not quite looking her in the eye, "but the whole crew unanimously voted to head back. Can your people be ready within the hour?"
"Well, I suppose they can be, but-"
"Great." Caldwell tapped his own earpiece. "Daedalus - one to beam up."
And he vanished.
The whole crew was waiting. "Are they really gone?"
Col. Caldwell smiled broadly. "They are now officially Atlantis' problem."
The crew cheered and Novak muttered, "Thank God for that."
END PART.
Author: Vesica
Rating: PG
Fandoms: BtVS/SGA/SG-1
Word Count: 200 per chapter
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people's sandboxes. None of these characters are mine - lucky for them!
Dedication: To jedibuttercup on the occasion of her birthday and for all her hard work and dedication in Mod'ing TtHDrabbles.
Summary: Why you send him off, along with Faith, to represent the Council's interests in the Pegasus Galaxy of course! A very silly series of double drabbles written for TtH Drabbles and more than a few FFA pairings. Crosses with SG-1 and SGA.
~ Jump to Part I~
tthdrabbles Challenge: #056 - Proverbs
Col. Caldwell had Faith doing drills with the rest of the Daedelus personnel which meant she wouldn’t be back for at least a few hours. All the time Andrew needed
What was that proverb? Something about a stitch in time?
He couldn’t remember, but if it had to do with stitching it was probably pretty applicable. He smiled and snapped the thread with his teeth.
His Gran had always winced when he did that, but they hadn’t let him bring scissors onboard. He was lucky to have been able to borrow a sewing kit off one of the crew.
Andrew softly hummed, a folk song she’d sung during their lessons, and carefully rethreaded the needle.
Faith was thirty minutes late for the briefing, stomping into the room with a scowl, daring anyone to comment.
Caldwell ignored the glare and went right ahead. “Faith, so nice you could join us. Are we expecting a flood?” he asked with a glance at her ankles, left bare by the pants legs coming only to mid-calf.
Faith sank into a chair mumbling, “No, sir. Just an isolated shit storm.”
Caldwell ignored that too - he was getting quite good at ignoring things - and continued on.
END PART.
tthdrabbles Challenge: #054 - Seven Virtues
Faith was dead asleep when her door chimed and two obscenely chipper members of the crew bounced into her room.
“Up and at ‘em, sleepyhead! We’ve got a busy day,” the young woman chirped.
“Excuse you?” Faith growled, trying to hide her head under her pillow. It did no good though, as the young man turned the lights in her room to full blast.
He smiled and dangled a sytrofoam cup in front of her. She could smell the rich scent of coffee but when she reached for it, he pulled back. “This will be waiting. Bye!”
She pulled on the first clothes she found and was unsurprised to find Andrew leaning in his doorway, watching her. “What the hell did you do?”
“They needed some help cleaning the cargo bay - everything has to be moved. With your Slayer strength and all…”
Faith’s eyes narrowed. “I hate you.”
“Charity is a virtue, Faith. You’d better get going.”
“Wait - while you do what?”
Andrew held up a large stack of books. “I have a busy day of very important research and a few of those jello parfaits.”
Faith waited until he disappeared around the corner. “That’s what you think, buddy.”
END PART.
tthdrabbles Challenge: #059 - Oops
"Get them in my office - NOW!" Col. Caldwell snapped, stalking to his office to wait for the little delinquents to report.
They slunk in, looking superficially contrite, but more like kids being sent to the principal's office.
Andrew put on his “Watcher” voice. "Sir, I think this all just got out of hand and-"
"Sit."
They sat.
"My infirmary is filled with people you've injured running around the halls. I have a stack of complaints from women about the shower incident. All the jello has vanished from the commissary supplies and, you may have noticed, I and half my staff are bright green."
Andrew slowly reddened, offering an "Oops?" while Faith stifled a snicker. "That was all McGyver over here - tapped into the wrong water supply pipes."
Caldwell suppressed the urge to strangle them both. "I don't care who it was. You are both confined to your quarters for the remainder of the trip to Atlantis. Your meals will be brought to you.
"You are not to speak to each other, any member of the crew, or even to yourselves. Do I make myself clear?"
Faith raised her hand. "What about conjugal visits?"
"GET OUT!"
"I'll take that as a 'Maybe'."
END PART.
tthdrabbles Challenge: #068 - Giving Thanks
"Dr. Weir, this is Col. Caldwell. We are in orbit and ready to send down your guests."
Dr. Weir tapped her earpiece. "This is a surprise. We weren't expecting you until-"
She abruptly stopped as he appeared in her office with the two visitors.
"Col. Caldwell, nice to see you again. Ms. Lehane, Mr. Wells - welcome."
They both looked so much younger than she was expecting - the boy in particular - but if everything the SGC said was true, they were very lucky to have them.
Caldwell nodded curtly. "Well, here you go. We are just going to restock some supplies and then we'll be off."
Dr. Weir frowned. "I thought you were planning some furlough time here in Pegasus."
"We had talked about it," Caldwell answered, not quite looking her in the eye, "but the whole crew unanimously voted to head back. Can your people be ready within the hour?"
"Well, I suppose they can be, but-"
"Great." Caldwell tapped his own earpiece. "Daedalus - one to beam up."
And he vanished.
The whole crew was waiting. "Are they really gone?"
Col. Caldwell smiled broadly. "They are now officially Atlantis' problem."
The crew cheered and Novak muttered, "Thank God for that."
END PART.