[Stargate: Drabble] "Field Repairs" [SG-22, G]
Title: Field Repairs
Prompt: writerverse challenge #15 quick fic #5 (‘signal boost’ & ‘pumpkin pie’)
Word Count: 253
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: SG-22 need a little help to get back home.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Field Repairs
“Careful!” snapped Toby, as Gryff’s foot slipped on his shoulder.
There was a sudden shower of sparks from somewhere above him, and he ducked his head to avoid them.
“You okay, sir?” asked Jason, tightening his grip on Gryff’s other ankle, more secure on his shoulder.
“Yeah,” she said. “But I… I don’t know if I’ve connected these right, Toby. Why couldn’t you do this?”
“Because you and I could never hold him up there, sir,” said Jason.
“Hey,” Toby protested, laughing, just as Levi said, “Gryff, maybe you shouldn’t touch-”
The second shower of sparks was even worse than the first. Gryff let out a startled yelp and toppled sideways, but Jason and Toby were quicker, catching her cheerleader-style before she could hit the ground.
“Nice going, boys,” she said, appreciatively.
“Did you get everything connected?” Toby asked.
As if on cue, Gryff’s radio crackled. “SG-22, come in,” said Jack O’Neill’s voice. “What is your location?”
“This is Captain Gryffydd,” she replied. “We’re at the top of the relay station. There was a rainstorm that washed out the bridge, and we had to hot-wire this thing just to get a radio signal.”
“Sounds like fun,” said Jack. “We’ll call back to Earth and get them to send a temporary bridge, and have you home in time for pumpkin pie in the mess.”
“Oh, is it pumpkin pie today?” asked Levi. “That’s my favorite.”
Over the radio, they could hear SG-1 laughing. “I’ll have them save you a piece, Flannigan,” Jack promised.
THE END
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Prompt: writerverse challenge #15 quick fic #5 (‘signal boost’ & ‘pumpkin pie’)
Word Count: 253
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: SG-22 need a little help to get back home.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Field Repairs
“Careful!” snapped Toby, as Gryff’s foot slipped on his shoulder.
There was a sudden shower of sparks from somewhere above him, and he ducked his head to avoid them.
“You okay, sir?” asked Jason, tightening his grip on Gryff’s other ankle, more secure on his shoulder.
“Yeah,” she said. “But I… I don’t know if I’ve connected these right, Toby. Why couldn’t you do this?”
“Because you and I could never hold him up there, sir,” said Jason.
“Hey,” Toby protested, laughing, just as Levi said, “Gryff, maybe you shouldn’t touch-”
The second shower of sparks was even worse than the first. Gryff let out a startled yelp and toppled sideways, but Jason and Toby were quicker, catching her cheerleader-style before she could hit the ground.
“Nice going, boys,” she said, appreciatively.
“Did you get everything connected?” Toby asked.
As if on cue, Gryff’s radio crackled. “SG-22, come in,” said Jack O’Neill’s voice. “What is your location?”
“This is Captain Gryffydd,” she replied. “We’re at the top of the relay station. There was a rainstorm that washed out the bridge, and we had to hot-wire this thing just to get a radio signal.”
“Sounds like fun,” said Jack. “We’ll call back to Earth and get them to send a temporary bridge, and have you home in time for pumpkin pie in the mess.”
“Oh, is it pumpkin pie today?” asked Levi. “That’s my favorite.”
Over the radio, they could hear SG-1 laughing. “I’ll have them save you a piece, Flannigan,” Jack promised.
THE END
Current Mood:
blah