For talking_muses, Prompt 18C: Christmas
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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“General, it’s Christmas Eve-“
The stout man looked apologetic with the sigh that followed. “I know, Doctor Jackson. But this mission is of the utmost importance, and I’m afraid I can’t afford to put it off any longer.”
Daniel’s expression was stony as his eyes lowered, but he nodded. “I understand.” So much for his plans, he thought - although he knew very well that this was simply part of his job, and that his plans were nothing compared to the safety of the world - and a moment later he turned and left General Landry’s office. What he didn’t see, however, was the General cracking a small smile behind him.
Nearly twenty minutes later, SG-1 was in the Gate room awaiting the formation of the wormhole to wherever they were going - oddly enough, they hadn’t gotten any straight answers when they asked just exactly what planet they were going to this time. That was suspicious enough, but it was even more so when they heard they were taking the MALP through with them. Daniel tried puzzling out just what could be going on, but before he got very far the seventh chevron was locked, the wormhole formed and he, Cameron, Sam, Teal’c and Vala were on their way through after the robot.
One disassembling and reassembling of molecules later, the team stepped out onto the terrain of a planet that was dark, the night sky glistening with stars and strangely illuminated with the light from the Gate.
“So what are we doing here, exactly?” Cameron mused out loud, looking around the landscape.
“You’d think General Landry would have given us a rundown on what the point of this was,” Daniel muttered, shifting the P-90 he held in his hands.
“Really,” Sam agreed. “No briefing, no warnings, no-“
The colonel was cut off when there was a flash of light in the sky, and the team had to shield their eyes. “What in the…?”
Daniel couldn’t finish voicing his question. Or rather, didn’t finish. Because the sky was a canvas of colour: purples, blues, reds. All changing, all dancing amongst the stars that shone so brightly in the night sky. It was a visual symphony in the heavens, and the team was mesmerized. And none of them knew just how long they were standing there before it ended.
“That was…”
“… beautiful,” Sam and Vala finished in unison as they both continued to stare at the navy sky.
Just then the MALP made a crackling noise, and General Landry was heard: “I believe that qualifies as utmost importance. Merry Christmas, SG-1.”
Needless to say, all five members of the team were smiling as they walked back through the Gate, snow falling pristinely from the few clouds in the sky that had, in that moment, become so beautiful.
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“General, it’s Christmas Eve-“
The stout man looked apologetic with the sigh that followed. “I know, Doctor Jackson. But this mission is of the utmost importance, and I’m afraid I can’t afford to put it off any longer.”
Daniel’s expression was stony as his eyes lowered, but he nodded. “I understand.” So much for his plans, he thought - although he knew very well that this was simply part of his job, and that his plans were nothing compared to the safety of the world - and a moment later he turned and left General Landry’s office. What he didn’t see, however, was the General cracking a small smile behind him.
Nearly twenty minutes later, SG-1 was in the Gate room awaiting the formation of the wormhole to wherever they were going - oddly enough, they hadn’t gotten any straight answers when they asked just exactly what planet they were going to this time. That was suspicious enough, but it was even more so when they heard they were taking the MALP through with them. Daniel tried puzzling out just what could be going on, but before he got very far the seventh chevron was locked, the wormhole formed and he, Cameron, Sam, Teal’c and Vala were on their way through after the robot.
One disassembling and reassembling of molecules later, the team stepped out onto the terrain of a planet that was dark, the night sky glistening with stars and strangely illuminated with the light from the Gate.
“So what are we doing here, exactly?” Cameron mused out loud, looking around the landscape.
“You’d think General Landry would have given us a rundown on what the point of this was,” Daniel muttered, shifting the P-90 he held in his hands.
“Really,” Sam agreed. “No briefing, no warnings, no-“
The colonel was cut off when there was a flash of light in the sky, and the team had to shield their eyes. “What in the…?”
Daniel couldn’t finish voicing his question. Or rather, didn’t finish. Because the sky was a canvas of colour: purples, blues, reds. All changing, all dancing amongst the stars that shone so brightly in the night sky. It was a visual symphony in the heavens, and the team was mesmerized. And none of them knew just how long they were standing there before it ended.
“That was…”
“… beautiful,” Sam and Vala finished in unison as they both continued to stare at the navy sky.
Just then the MALP made a crackling noise, and General Landry was heard: “I believe that qualifies as utmost importance. Merry Christmas, SG-1.”
Needless to say, all five members of the team were smiling as they walked back through the Gate, snow falling pristinely from the few clouds in the sky that had, in that moment, become so beautiful.
467 words