[Stargate: Drabble] "Sleeping Arrangements" [SG-22, G]
Title: Sleeping Arrangements
Prompt: writerverse challenge #36 quick fic amnesty (‘comforting’)
Word Count: 148
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Gryff takes a simple comfort from her team.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_bookclub
Sleeping Arrangements
This is probably unhealthy, thinks Gryff, as her bed shifts and a heavy arm lands across her middle. If the SGC psychology department hadn’t already decided that SG-22 was generally more trouble than they were worth to analyze and capable enough of dealing with their own issues to be allowed back into the field- the shrinks used more technical terms, of course, but that was the gist- then Gryff is sure they’d have something to say about four grown adults, combat veterans all, squashing into the same bed like children scared of a storm.
But it’s been a long, long day. And for one brief, awful moment, Gryff had been convinced that she was never going to see these three men again.
So, she simply kicks the comforter back into place and closes her eyes, drifting back to sleep surrounded by the warmth of three living, breathing bodies.
THE END
Current Mood:
sick
Prompt: writerverse challenge #36 quick fic amnesty (‘comforting’)
Word Count: 148
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Gryff takes a simple comfort from her team.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_bookclub
Sleeping Arrangements
This is probably unhealthy, thinks Gryff, as her bed shifts and a heavy arm lands across her middle. If the SGC psychology department hadn’t already decided that SG-22 was generally more trouble than they were worth to analyze and capable enough of dealing with their own issues to be allowed back into the field- the shrinks used more technical terms, of course, but that was the gist- then Gryff is sure they’d have something to say about four grown adults, combat veterans all, squashing into the same bed like children scared of a storm.
But it’s been a long, long day. And for one brief, awful moment, Gryff had been convinced that she was never going to see these three men again.
So, she simply kicks the comforter back into place and closes her eyes, drifting back to sleep surrounded by the warmth of three living, breathing bodies.
THE END
Current Mood:
sick