[Stargate: Drabble] "Finding Treasure" [SG-22, G]
Title: Finding Treasure
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 quick fic #01, prompt ‘reading’
Word Count: 231
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Sometimes, their bodies weren’t exhausted, but their brains were.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Finding Treasure
“Hey,” said Levi, and Billy looked up to find the sociologist leaning against his open doorjamb. “Toby’s declared it a team night in, and it’s your turn to pick the book.”
“Book?” repeated Billy.
It had been late when the five members of SG-22 had finally been cleared by the infirmary and sent back home, but the mission had just been long and no one had been injured. They’d had a few ‘team nights’ since he’d joined them- usually after dangerous missions or serious injuries- where they’d all pile into Captain Gryff’s bed like puppies, something about the others’ steady breathing to keep the nightmares at bay.
Billy hadn’t quite expected that even if their bodies weren’t exhausted, their brains might be, and that once he’d picked a well-creased paperback from his bookshelf, he’d find the other members of his team all sitting up against Gryff’s headboard, cocooned in blankets and pillows.
“You find the right one?” the captain asked.
Toby, beside her, lifted the blankets to let Billy in, and took the book from him. “Treasure Island,” he said. “Nice.”
He passed it to Gryff, who made a show of licking her finger and turning to the first page, as the others wriggled into more comfortable positions around her.
“Chapter One…” she began, and Billy fell asleep to the sound of her voice before the Hispaniola had even set sail.
THE END
Current Mood:
crappy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 quick fic #01, prompt ‘reading’
Word Count: 231
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1 ( SG-22, original characters)
Summary: Sometimes, their bodies weren’t exhausted, but their brains were.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Finding Treasure
“Hey,” said Levi, and Billy looked up to find the sociologist leaning against his open doorjamb. “Toby’s declared it a team night in, and it’s your turn to pick the book.”
“Book?” repeated Billy.
It had been late when the five members of SG-22 had finally been cleared by the infirmary and sent back home, but the mission had just been long and no one had been injured. They’d had a few ‘team nights’ since he’d joined them- usually after dangerous missions or serious injuries- where they’d all pile into Captain Gryff’s bed like puppies, something about the others’ steady breathing to keep the nightmares at bay.
Billy hadn’t quite expected that even if their bodies weren’t exhausted, their brains might be, and that once he’d picked a well-creased paperback from his bookshelf, he’d find the other members of his team all sitting up against Gryff’s headboard, cocooned in blankets and pillows.
“You find the right one?” the captain asked.
Toby, beside her, lifted the blankets to let Billy in, and took the book from him. “Treasure Island,” he said. “Nice.”
He passed it to Gryff, who made a show of licking her finger and turning to the first page, as the others wriggled into more comfortable positions around her.
“Chapter One…” she began, and Billy fell asleep to the sound of her voice before the Hispaniola had even set sail.
THE END
Current Mood:
crappy