[Stargate: Drabble] "Cupboards Are Bare" [SG-22, G]
Title: Cupboards Are Bare
Prompt: writerverse challenge #35 this is how it ends (end with given sentence)
Word Count: 213
Rating: G
Fandom or Original: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: It was Levi’s turn to make dinner.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Cupboards Are Bare
It was Levi’s turn to make dinner.
He wasn’t much of a cook, but even he could put those frozen casserole things into the oven, and they tried to divide up the chores as fairly as possible. Except, as he closed the front door behind them, he knew they didn’t have any frozen dinners left. They’d been planning to go shopping, before they’d been called in to join the rescue efforts for SG-9.
SG-1 had found them, of course, and all SG-22 had found was a squad of angry Jaffa. They’d gotten back to the ‘gate, but not until a full forty-eight hours after they’d left Earth and not before half of them had been injured- Gryff with a staff weapon graze to her ribs and Toby pretty scraped up from a tumble down a rocky hill.
“Bed,” said Jason, as they made their way, slowly, up the stairs.
“My room,” added Gryff, and they separated only long enough to change into their comfiest pajamas, then piled into their CO’s bed.
It was still Levi’s turn to make dinner, he thought as he fell asleep, curled up at Gryff’s uninjured side, and there was still nothing edible in their kitchen. He settled, and let sleep take him.
He’d come up with something later.
THE END
Current Mood:
busy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #35 this is how it ends (end with given sentence)
Word Count: 213
Rating: G
Fandom or Original: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: It was Levi’s turn to make dinner.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Cupboards Are Bare
It was Levi’s turn to make dinner.
He wasn’t much of a cook, but even he could put those frozen casserole things into the oven, and they tried to divide up the chores as fairly as possible. Except, as he closed the front door behind them, he knew they didn’t have any frozen dinners left. They’d been planning to go shopping, before they’d been called in to join the rescue efforts for SG-9.
SG-1 had found them, of course, and all SG-22 had found was a squad of angry Jaffa. They’d gotten back to the ‘gate, but not until a full forty-eight hours after they’d left Earth and not before half of them had been injured- Gryff with a staff weapon graze to her ribs and Toby pretty scraped up from a tumble down a rocky hill.
“Bed,” said Jason, as they made their way, slowly, up the stairs.
“My room,” added Gryff, and they separated only long enough to change into their comfiest pajamas, then piled into their CO’s bed.
It was still Levi’s turn to make dinner, he thought as he fell asleep, curled up at Gryff’s uninjured side, and there was still nothing edible in their kitchen. He settled, and let sleep take him.
He’d come up with something later.
THE END
Current Mood:
busy