SGA Ficlet -- Essential Ordnance
de_liberte won a drabble of his choice the other day, and he asked for Sheppard goofing around on the weekend. Which this is, lying around in bed with Teyla on Sunday morning. PG for innuendo.
"I told Caldwell that we needed some MANPADs. I wanted some Stinger Bs, but no. They sent a Mistral system for the city, which is great and all, if you know, we planned to defend the city against aircraft again. So now I've asked Landry if he can get us some, because we've only got the two of them, and that's not even enough to give one to each backup team."
Teyla propped up on her elbows. The morning sun came through the stained glass windows of Atlantis, making a stripe across the bed. John lounged on a pile of her embroidered pillows in flannel pyjama pants and a faded t-shirt that proclaimed the wearer a patron of Big Johnson's Garage, waving his hands to illustrate ordnance problems.
"It's like the rail guns. They're great, but they're not exactly portable. We need something that will take down a Dart in the field. A Stinger can do that."
"That is the one we had when we encountered the Dart that took Rodney and Cadman?" Teyla asked.
John nodded. "Yeah. It would have been great, if we'd hit the Dart."
Teyla stretched. "That does help."
"And the Mistral system is great, but it's not portable either, unless you've got a Navy ship or something to carry it around. Or a truck, I guess." He stopped, looking at her, and a sheepish expression crossed his face. "Sorry. I guess I shouldn't…. Women don't want to hear about ordnance in bed."
"I will compromise. You may talk about ordnance if you do not talk about football." She shrugged. "After all, I will be using the ordnance. But when the Dart took Rodney and Cadman…."
"It would help if we didn't shoot the trees." John scrubbed his unshaved chin with his hand.
"I suppose sometimes misfires happen," Teyla said, and it took him a moment to realize she was smirking.
"That was Lorne, not me!"
"Just so," Teyla said. Her smirk grew, and she tilted her head to the side. "Tell me about your big rocket launcher, John."
He swallowed hard. "Maybe ordnance isn't that interesting after all."
ETA: Also, because someone is bound to ask, here's a link to "Classic 80s" Big Johnson t-shirts, worn by every ROTC guy I knew in the late 80s. Yes, they're totally tasteless. Admittedly, this is the one I'd wear.
"I told Caldwell that we needed some MANPADs. I wanted some Stinger Bs, but no. They sent a Mistral system for the city, which is great and all, if you know, we planned to defend the city against aircraft again. So now I've asked Landry if he can get us some, because we've only got the two of them, and that's not even enough to give one to each backup team."
Teyla propped up on her elbows. The morning sun came through the stained glass windows of Atlantis, making a stripe across the bed. John lounged on a pile of her embroidered pillows in flannel pyjama pants and a faded t-shirt that proclaimed the wearer a patron of Big Johnson's Garage, waving his hands to illustrate ordnance problems.
"It's like the rail guns. They're great, but they're not exactly portable. We need something that will take down a Dart in the field. A Stinger can do that."
"That is the one we had when we encountered the Dart that took Rodney and Cadman?" Teyla asked.
John nodded. "Yeah. It would have been great, if we'd hit the Dart."
Teyla stretched. "That does help."
"And the Mistral system is great, but it's not portable either, unless you've got a Navy ship or something to carry it around. Or a truck, I guess." He stopped, looking at her, and a sheepish expression crossed his face. "Sorry. I guess I shouldn't…. Women don't want to hear about ordnance in bed."
"I will compromise. You may talk about ordnance if you do not talk about football." She shrugged. "After all, I will be using the ordnance. But when the Dart took Rodney and Cadman…."
"It would help if we didn't shoot the trees." John scrubbed his unshaved chin with his hand.
"I suppose sometimes misfires happen," Teyla said, and it took him a moment to realize she was smirking.
"That was Lorne, not me!"
"Just so," Teyla said. Her smirk grew, and she tilted her head to the side. "Tell me about your big rocket launcher, John."
He swallowed hard. "Maybe ordnance isn't that interesting after all."
ETA: Also, because someone is bound to ask, here's a link to "Classic 80s" Big Johnson t-shirts, worn by every ROTC guy I knew in the late 80s. Yes, they're totally tasteless. Admittedly, this is the one I'd wear.