[Stargate: Drabble] "Broken" [SG-22, G]
Title: Broken
Prompt: writerverse challenge #24 quick fic #8 (‘the sound of breaking glass’)
Word Count: 428
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Pairings: none
Summary: A couple of things are broken in the kitchen.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Broken
The sound of breaking glass was immediately followed by a string of curses, and Toby dropped the paper he’d been skimming to race for the kitchen.
Gryff was standing at the counter, a shattered drinking glass at her feet, holding her cast-covered left arm awkwardly out in front of her. “Dammit,” she muttered, “I just-”
“Don’t move!” Toby ordered, hurrying toward her.
As always when she was home, Gryff was barefoot and she wasn’t paying enough attention just now not to hurt herself. He grabbed a towel and swept up the pieces, then grabbed Gryff’s elbow and towed her toward one of the kitchen chairs. Toby looked her over, carefully. She was wearing a too-big t-shirt with the Rebel Alliance symbol from Star Wars and the sweat pants Jason had gotten her the last time he’d been on a fitness kick, which she hadn’t worn again since.
“Hey,” he asked. “You okay?”
She sighed. “I can’t do anything,” she mumbled. “It took me twenty minutes to get dressed today, and I’m not even wearing a bra under this.”
“I could have done without knowing that,” said Toby. It got him a half-hearted glare, but it was better than nothing. “Doc said you were healing nicely. A couple more weeks and you’ll be good as new.”
“This time,” said Gryff. “This time, it was me, but I’m not- I’ve tried, trained, but I’m still-”
“Whoa, whoa, hey,” said Toby, grabbing her waving hands to give himself a moment to figure that out.
He sighed. He thought they’d gotten Gryff over this weird idea that she was their team’s weak link, but apparently not. Toby rubbed his thumb over the fingers sticking out of her cobalt-blue cast, silently wondering why Jason and Levi had picked right then to go grocery shopping.
“Gryff,” he said. “I’m about ready to call Dr. Fraiser and have her check your brain scans again, because you must have some kind of concussion. Otherwise you would remember that you broke your arm saving my life.”
“Toby-”
“No, Gryff. If you hadn’t stopped that Jaffa, I’d be dead now. You put yourself in danger, you were badly injured, saving me, and I am beyond grateful. Get it?”
Gryff took a deep breath. “Yeah,” she said, after a long moment. “Yeah, I get it. Thanks for letting me rant, though.”
Toby squeezed her fingers gently, and let her go. “I still owe you one,” he said. “Now, how about that glass of water?”
“Actually,” she said. “How about some coffee?”
He grinned. “Coming right up.”
THE END
Current Mood:
geeky
Prompt: writerverse challenge #24 quick fic #8 (‘the sound of breaking glass’)
Word Count: 428
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Pairings: none
Summary: A couple of things are broken in the kitchen.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Broken
The sound of breaking glass was immediately followed by a string of curses, and Toby dropped the paper he’d been skimming to race for the kitchen.
Gryff was standing at the counter, a shattered drinking glass at her feet, holding her cast-covered left arm awkwardly out in front of her. “Dammit,” she muttered, “I just-”
“Don’t move!” Toby ordered, hurrying toward her.
As always when she was home, Gryff was barefoot and she wasn’t paying enough attention just now not to hurt herself. He grabbed a towel and swept up the pieces, then grabbed Gryff’s elbow and towed her toward one of the kitchen chairs. Toby looked her over, carefully. She was wearing a too-big t-shirt with the Rebel Alliance symbol from Star Wars and the sweat pants Jason had gotten her the last time he’d been on a fitness kick, which she hadn’t worn again since.
“Hey,” he asked. “You okay?”
She sighed. “I can’t do anything,” she mumbled. “It took me twenty minutes to get dressed today, and I’m not even wearing a bra under this.”
“I could have done without knowing that,” said Toby. It got him a half-hearted glare, but it was better than nothing. “Doc said you were healing nicely. A couple more weeks and you’ll be good as new.”
“This time,” said Gryff. “This time, it was me, but I’m not- I’ve tried, trained, but I’m still-”
“Whoa, whoa, hey,” said Toby, grabbing her waving hands to give himself a moment to figure that out.
He sighed. He thought they’d gotten Gryff over this weird idea that she was their team’s weak link, but apparently not. Toby rubbed his thumb over the fingers sticking out of her cobalt-blue cast, silently wondering why Jason and Levi had picked right then to go grocery shopping.
“Gryff,” he said. “I’m about ready to call Dr. Fraiser and have her check your brain scans again, because you must have some kind of concussion. Otherwise you would remember that you broke your arm saving my life.”
“Toby-”
“No, Gryff. If you hadn’t stopped that Jaffa, I’d be dead now. You put yourself in danger, you were badly injured, saving me, and I am beyond grateful. Get it?”
Gryff took a deep breath. “Yeah,” she said, after a long moment. “Yeah, I get it. Thanks for letting me rant, though.”
Toby squeezed her fingers gently, and let her go. “I still owe you one,” he said. “Now, how about that glass of water?”
“Actually,” she said. “How about some coffee?”
He grinned. “Coming right up.”
THE END
Current Mood:
geeky