[Stargate: Drabble] "Insufficient Funds" [SG-22, G]
Title: Insufficient Funds
Prompt: writerverse challenge #14 weekly quick fic #6, prompts ‘chartreuse’ & “It is often that a person’s mouth broke his nose.”
Bonus: prose format
Word Count: 273
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Gryff’s nose is definitely broken.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Insufficient Funds
“Oh, yes, it’s definitely broken,” said Janet. She lifted her fingers away from Gryff’s nose, then caught the other woman’s hand before she could touch it herself. “Quite broken.”
Gryff made a show of folding her hands in her lap. “Can you do anything about it?” she asked.
Janet leaned in again, considering. “Possibly,” she said. “But it’s already started healing- you said this happened three days ago?”
“Give or take,” said Toby, standing next to the exam bed. “Maybe three and a half.”
“It is healing a little bit crooked,” said Janet. “I could straighten it, but that would mean re-breaking it, and I’d really rather we avoid that, wouldn’t you?”
“Probably for the best,” Gryff agreed. “I break enough bones as it is.”
“But it’s healing well, isn’t it, Janet?” asked Levi. “I mean, it’s turned that sickly green color Gryff’s bruises go when they’re healing up. You should have seen her a couple of days ago, when half her face was purple- she looked like a raccoon!- but now it’s all… what would you call that color?”
“Vomit,” said Jason, at the same time that Toby said, “Chartreuse,” and Gryff scowled at both of them, as best as she could with a broken nose.
“Nice, boys,” she drawled. “Pick on the injured, why don’t you.”
Toby rested a hand on her shoulder. “I believe there’s a saying for that, Gryff- Don’t let your mouth write checks your nose can’t cash.”
The team all laughed, which made Gryff wince. “It’s your turn to cook, Jase,” she said. “Think maybe we could have something easy to chew?”
He smiled. “Sure thing, sir.”
THE END
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Prompt: writerverse challenge #14 weekly quick fic #6, prompts ‘chartreuse’ & “It is often that a person’s mouth broke his nose.”
Bonus: prose format
Word Count: 273
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Gryff’s nose is definitely broken.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Insufficient Funds
“Oh, yes, it’s definitely broken,” said Janet. She lifted her fingers away from Gryff’s nose, then caught the other woman’s hand before she could touch it herself. “Quite broken.”
Gryff made a show of folding her hands in her lap. “Can you do anything about it?” she asked.
Janet leaned in again, considering. “Possibly,” she said. “But it’s already started healing- you said this happened three days ago?”
“Give or take,” said Toby, standing next to the exam bed. “Maybe three and a half.”
“It is healing a little bit crooked,” said Janet. “I could straighten it, but that would mean re-breaking it, and I’d really rather we avoid that, wouldn’t you?”
“Probably for the best,” Gryff agreed. “I break enough bones as it is.”
“But it’s healing well, isn’t it, Janet?” asked Levi. “I mean, it’s turned that sickly green color Gryff’s bruises go when they’re healing up. You should have seen her a couple of days ago, when half her face was purple- she looked like a raccoon!- but now it’s all… what would you call that color?”
“Vomit,” said Jason, at the same time that Toby said, “Chartreuse,” and Gryff scowled at both of them, as best as she could with a broken nose.
“Nice, boys,” she drawled. “Pick on the injured, why don’t you.”
Toby rested a hand on her shoulder. “I believe there’s a saying for that, Gryff- Don’t let your mouth write checks your nose can’t cash.”
The team all laughed, which made Gryff wince. “It’s your turn to cook, Jase,” she said. “Think maybe we could have something easy to chew?”
He smiled. “Sure thing, sir.”
THE END
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blah