[Stargate: Drabble] "Wearing Protection" [SG-22, G]
Title: Wearing Protection
Prompt: writerverse challenge #28 quick fic #10, prompts ‘helmet’ & ‘bad idea’
Bonus: 3rd person
Word Count: 232
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: SG-22 runs into some severe off-world weather.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Wearing Protection
“Go ahead and say it,” Toby sighed, then hissed out a breath as Gryff pressed the antiseptic wipe a little too hard against his scalp. He was usually their field medic, but when he was the one who was injured, the duty typically fell to their CO.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, and folded the slightly-bloody wipe into the waste bag of the first aid kit, before pulling out a second.
Toby smiled and reached up to tap her, lightly, on the edge of her helmet. “You know what. We’ve been making fun of you for wearing your helmet through the ‘gate since, oh, about the third week we were doing this.”
Gryff smiled and began packing away the first aid supplies. “Up until now, what we usually encounter on the other side of every ‘gate are lots of trees.”
“Except for this time, where there was a sudden storm of grapefruit-sized hail, and guess who doesn’t have a horrible head wound?”
“Technically, everyone but you,” said Jason, “Lee and I got walloped pretty good, but you’re the only one who was bleeding.”
“I mean,” said Toby, “that Gryff’s preference for long-term preparedness over short-term comfort is clearly superior to our short-term enjoyment of sunshine in our hair, and she has every right to say it.”
Gryff smiled again, and patted his shoulder. “I told you so.”
THE END
Current Mood:
tired
Prompt: writerverse challenge #28 quick fic #10, prompts ‘helmet’ & ‘bad idea’
Bonus: 3rd person
Word Count: 232
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: SG-22 runs into some severe off-world weather.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Wearing Protection
“Go ahead and say it,” Toby sighed, then hissed out a breath as Gryff pressed the antiseptic wipe a little too hard against his scalp. He was usually their field medic, but when he was the one who was injured, the duty typically fell to their CO.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, and folded the slightly-bloody wipe into the waste bag of the first aid kit, before pulling out a second.
Toby smiled and reached up to tap her, lightly, on the edge of her helmet. “You know what. We’ve been making fun of you for wearing your helmet through the ‘gate since, oh, about the third week we were doing this.”
Gryff smiled and began packing away the first aid supplies. “Up until now, what we usually encounter on the other side of every ‘gate are lots of trees.”
“Except for this time, where there was a sudden storm of grapefruit-sized hail, and guess who doesn’t have a horrible head wound?”
“Technically, everyone but you,” said Jason, “Lee and I got walloped pretty good, but you’re the only one who was bleeding.”
“I mean,” said Toby, “that Gryff’s preference for long-term preparedness over short-term comfort is clearly superior to our short-term enjoyment of sunshine in our hair, and she has every right to say it.”
Gryff smiled again, and patted his shoulder. “I told you so.”
THE END
Current Mood:
tired