[Stargate: Drabble] "Escapes" [SG-22, G]
Title: Escapes
Prompt: writerverse challenge #07 weekly quick fic #3, prompts ‘capture’ & ‘perception’
Word Count: 447
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: SG-22 escape from a Goau’ld cell. Again.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Escapes
“Dammit,” muttered Jason, as the door clanged shut behind the two guards who had dragged Gryff out of their cell. “I think I like it better when they make us mine naquadah.”
“I don’t,” Levi protested, then he frowned. “But I hate when Gryff gets hurt, too.”
“Sometimes, it would be easier if she didn’t have such good reasons for doing it,” put in Toby. “A little righteous indignation would make me feel better about now.”
“Yeah,” Jason agreed. “But we have a better chance when they think she’s our weak link.”
There was silence for a long, anxious, moment, until the clank of armored footsteps sounded in the hallway, and the door opened again. Toby was closer, and managed to catch Gryff before she hit the ground.
“Hey,” she said, voice a little muffled by her split lip. “They didn’t even ask me any questions.”
“Dammit,” said Jason, again. “We’re bait, aren’t we? They’re hoping to catch the team that comes for us, probably SG-1- and don’t mention that I got your Star Wars reference, sir.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Gryff rasped.
Toby helped her sit against the back wall. “Where are you hurt? Honesty, please.”
“Everywhere,” she admitted. “Other than the split lip, it’s really just bruises, but they used those damn Klingon pain sticks.”
“Can you move?” Toby asked, tilting her head to check for concussion.
“Yes?” she said, more question than answer. “I can walk, but I won’t be very fast.”
“But do you have a plan?” asked Levi, a little worried.
Gryff smiled. “I always have a plan.”
When the guards came back a few minutes later, they were waiting. The first Jaffa, walking into the cell presumably to grab Gryff, who was still slumped against the wall, tripped headfirst over Levi’s outstretched legs. Jason got him with a sharp blow to the back of the head as Toby attacked the second.
“Excellent work, boys,” said Gryff, looping her arm around Levi’s shoulder as Jason and Toby collected the guards’ fallen weapons. “Let’s go.”
They were still a dozen yards from the ‘gate when the wormhole sprang to life, admitting heavily-armed SG teams one and three.
“Dial us back!” Gryff yelled, pleased to see Daniel immediately turn and begin dialing back to Earth.
“Pursuit?” asked O’Neill.
“Probably,” Gryff told him. He’d made no comment on the fact that Jason had swept her up into his arms, even as Gryff provided cover fire over the Marine’s shoulder. A staff weapon blast hit the ground nearby. “Definitely.”
“Daniel!” O’Neill yelled, and the wormhole sprang to life. “Does SG-22 always have to escape before we can rescue you?”
Gryff smiled. “We’re annoying like that, sir.”
THE END
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Prompt: writerverse challenge #07 weekly quick fic #3, prompts ‘capture’ & ‘perception’
Word Count: 447
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: SG-22 escape from a Goau’ld cell. Again.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Escapes
“Dammit,” muttered Jason, as the door clanged shut behind the two guards who had dragged Gryff out of their cell. “I think I like it better when they make us mine naquadah.”
“I don’t,” Levi protested, then he frowned. “But I hate when Gryff gets hurt, too.”
“Sometimes, it would be easier if she didn’t have such good reasons for doing it,” put in Toby. “A little righteous indignation would make me feel better about now.”
“Yeah,” Jason agreed. “But we have a better chance when they think she’s our weak link.”
There was silence for a long, anxious, moment, until the clank of armored footsteps sounded in the hallway, and the door opened again. Toby was closer, and managed to catch Gryff before she hit the ground.
“Hey,” she said, voice a little muffled by her split lip. “They didn’t even ask me any questions.”
“Dammit,” said Jason, again. “We’re bait, aren’t we? They’re hoping to catch the team that comes for us, probably SG-1- and don’t mention that I got your Star Wars reference, sir.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Gryff rasped.
Toby helped her sit against the back wall. “Where are you hurt? Honesty, please.”
“Everywhere,” she admitted. “Other than the split lip, it’s really just bruises, but they used those damn Klingon pain sticks.”
“Can you move?” Toby asked, tilting her head to check for concussion.
“Yes?” she said, more question than answer. “I can walk, but I won’t be very fast.”
“But do you have a plan?” asked Levi, a little worried.
Gryff smiled. “I always have a plan.”
When the guards came back a few minutes later, they were waiting. The first Jaffa, walking into the cell presumably to grab Gryff, who was still slumped against the wall, tripped headfirst over Levi’s outstretched legs. Jason got him with a sharp blow to the back of the head as Toby attacked the second.
“Excellent work, boys,” said Gryff, looping her arm around Levi’s shoulder as Jason and Toby collected the guards’ fallen weapons. “Let’s go.”
They were still a dozen yards from the ‘gate when the wormhole sprang to life, admitting heavily-armed SG teams one and three.
“Dial us back!” Gryff yelled, pleased to see Daniel immediately turn and begin dialing back to Earth.
“Pursuit?” asked O’Neill.
“Probably,” Gryff told him. He’d made no comment on the fact that Jason had swept her up into his arms, even as Gryff provided cover fire over the Marine’s shoulder. A staff weapon blast hit the ground nearby. “Definitely.”
“Daniel!” O’Neill yelled, and the wormhole sprang to life. “Does SG-22 always have to escape before we can rescue you?”
Gryff smiled. “We’re annoying like that, sir.”
THE END
Current Mood:
blah