Stargate Double Drabbles
These are the first four fics for my mission_insane claim (all prompts from unthemed table #1).
Take Out
Stargate Atlantis. G. 220 words. Prompt dust bunnies.
She'd done this before, the whole stuck on Earth for the rest of time thing. She wasn’t buying it. All the same she’d spent the better part of the week excising dust bunnies from her apartment in Colorado Springs.
The place wasn’t that large, much smaller than the townhouse she still owned in Washington, but it had managed to exhibit the greatest collection of dust she’d seen in her life.
This morning she was tackling the living room, the last place left to clean. She’d already pried open the window, sneezing at the dust the had blown out from the window.
She stacked old magazines to be recycled, pulled long forgotten sweatshirt from their hiding places on the furniture. She sent the research she’d left half done through the shredder and pulled out the vacuum cleaner.
The machine roared to life and she began making quick work of the carpeting only to be startled by a pounding on the door.
“Who is it?”
“Open up and find out,” John’s familiar tease responded.
“Hi,” she pulls the door open all too aware of the mess she must look.
“I brought Chinese,” he holds up a brown paper bag. “Carson mentioned last time you seemed to like the stuff.”
“Come on in,” she steps back, “I’ll go grab us something to drink.”
Wing Night
Stargate Atlantis/SG-1. G. 226 words. Prompt wings.
It’s wing night on base. A tradition, Rodney’s all too aware, that had gained a devout following sometime after his departure for Atlantis.
Pizza he could understand, but even then he wondered if it was worth all the ruckus. He was, after all, trying to work.
Missing the wire he was trying to solder all together he abandons the project with a huff. Another group of airmen pass through the hall and Rodney abandons his lab. Perhaps Carter wouldn’t mind letting him borrow a corner of her lab. At least then he’d be able to catch up on a bit of reading. His subscription to The Astrophysical Journal had become quite backlogged since he’d been gone.
Up a couple of levels and already it’s quieter, the hallway filled only with muffled tones. He makes a couple of quick turns and finds himself faced with a sign. “Knock here,” it reads and so he complies only to be greeted with a roar of laughter as the doorway to Carter’s lab shimmers blue.
“Come on in McKay,” the blonde calls out over the noise. “There’s more than enough wings to go around.”
“I’ll come back later.” He yells back with a wave of his hand before wandering away. Figures, he sighs to himself. He’d have to talk to her later about installing that soundproof shield in the mess.
Decorating
Stargate Atlantis. G. 190 words. Prompt carpet.
She had come back to Earth for the weekend. It had seemed like a good idea when she had gotten her mother’s email but now standing in the middle of a carpet remnant store, she wasn’t so sure.
“This is such a beautiful blue.” The older Weir runs a hand across the berber carpet, the younger makes a noncommittal noise and checks her PDA hoping for news of an intergalactic crisis.
“I thought you wanted to help redecorate the house.” Elizabeth finds her blackberry being pried from her hand.
“I did. I do. It’s just-“ she shakes her head, “never mind. What were you saying?”
“What do you think of this blue.”
“It’s nice.”
“You don’t like it.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Elizabeth sighs. “It’s just, it’s a little dull. Something a little brighter wouldn’t hurt, like this.” She pulls out a wedge that matches the walls in her office on Atlantis.
“I don’t know.” Her mother pauses, “I think we could use a break.”
“We just got here.”
“We’ve been here an hour.”
“Right.” Elizabeth shrugs apologetically. “Why don’t we go get lunch? I’m buying.”
Fireflies
Stargate SG-1/Atlantis. G. 137 words. Prompt fireflies.
“Look it!” Tiny fingers uncurl to point at the dancing lights that blink on and off across the expanse of grass.
Sam smiles, stirring to lift her head onto an upturned palm. The air here was warmer than Atlantis and smelled of summer heat, she had missed Colorado.
“Look Aunt Sam,” a pair of excited voices joins in with the first.
“They’re fireflies.”
“Fairies!”
Mark breaks up the argument before it starts with a quiet hush, from beyond him, his wife Maggie’s laughter joins in with the children’s.
“They’re bio-“ Sam stops before she can start when Mark shoves her playfully.
“I thought you asked us here because you wanted some time off from all that science mumbo jumbo.”
“Right.” She nods. “Someone want to tell me about the fairies? I’m a bit out of the loop.”
Take Out
Stargate Atlantis. G. 220 words. Prompt dust bunnies.
She'd done this before, the whole stuck on Earth for the rest of time thing. She wasn’t buying it. All the same she’d spent the better part of the week excising dust bunnies from her apartment in Colorado Springs.
The place wasn’t that large, much smaller than the townhouse she still owned in Washington, but it had managed to exhibit the greatest collection of dust she’d seen in her life.
This morning she was tackling the living room, the last place left to clean. She’d already pried open the window, sneezing at the dust the had blown out from the window.
She stacked old magazines to be recycled, pulled long forgotten sweatshirt from their hiding places on the furniture. She sent the research she’d left half done through the shredder and pulled out the vacuum cleaner.
The machine roared to life and she began making quick work of the carpeting only to be startled by a pounding on the door.
“Who is it?”
“Open up and find out,” John’s familiar tease responded.
“Hi,” she pulls the door open all too aware of the mess she must look.
“I brought Chinese,” he holds up a brown paper bag. “Carson mentioned last time you seemed to like the stuff.”
“Come on in,” she steps back, “I’ll go grab us something to drink.”
Wing Night
Stargate Atlantis/SG-1. G. 226 words. Prompt wings.
It’s wing night on base. A tradition, Rodney’s all too aware, that had gained a devout following sometime after his departure for Atlantis.
Pizza he could understand, but even then he wondered if it was worth all the ruckus. He was, after all, trying to work.
Missing the wire he was trying to solder all together he abandons the project with a huff. Another group of airmen pass through the hall and Rodney abandons his lab. Perhaps Carter wouldn’t mind letting him borrow a corner of her lab. At least then he’d be able to catch up on a bit of reading. His subscription to The Astrophysical Journal had become quite backlogged since he’d been gone.
Up a couple of levels and already it’s quieter, the hallway filled only with muffled tones. He makes a couple of quick turns and finds himself faced with a sign. “Knock here,” it reads and so he complies only to be greeted with a roar of laughter as the doorway to Carter’s lab shimmers blue.
“Come on in McKay,” the blonde calls out over the noise. “There’s more than enough wings to go around.”
“I’ll come back later.” He yells back with a wave of his hand before wandering away. Figures, he sighs to himself. He’d have to talk to her later about installing that soundproof shield in the mess.
Decorating
Stargate Atlantis. G. 190 words. Prompt carpet.
She had come back to Earth for the weekend. It had seemed like a good idea when she had gotten her mother’s email but now standing in the middle of a carpet remnant store, she wasn’t so sure.
“This is such a beautiful blue.” The older Weir runs a hand across the berber carpet, the younger makes a noncommittal noise and checks her PDA hoping for news of an intergalactic crisis.
“I thought you wanted to help redecorate the house.” Elizabeth finds her blackberry being pried from her hand.
“I did. I do. It’s just-“ she shakes her head, “never mind. What were you saying?”
“What do you think of this blue.”
“It’s nice.”
“You don’t like it.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Elizabeth sighs. “It’s just, it’s a little dull. Something a little brighter wouldn’t hurt, like this.” She pulls out a wedge that matches the walls in her office on Atlantis.
“I don’t know.” Her mother pauses, “I think we could use a break.”
“We just got here.”
“We’ve been here an hour.”
“Right.” Elizabeth shrugs apologetically. “Why don’t we go get lunch? I’m buying.”
Fireflies
Stargate SG-1/Atlantis. G. 137 words. Prompt fireflies.
“Look it!” Tiny fingers uncurl to point at the dancing lights that blink on and off across the expanse of grass.
Sam smiles, stirring to lift her head onto an upturned palm. The air here was warmer than Atlantis and smelled of summer heat, she had missed Colorado.
“Look Aunt Sam,” a pair of excited voices joins in with the first.
“They’re fireflies.”
“Fairies!”
Mark breaks up the argument before it starts with a quiet hush, from beyond him, his wife Maggie’s laughter joins in with the children’s.
“They’re bio-“ Sam stops before she can start when Mark shoves her playfully.
“I thought you asked us here because you wanted some time off from all that science mumbo jumbo.”
“Right.” She nods. “Someone want to tell me about the fairies? I’m a bit out of the loop.”