Stargate SG-1 Double Drabble: Something Different
Title: Something Different
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack O’Neill.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Setting: Window of Opportunity.
Summary: O’Neill fancies something different for breakfast.
Written For: Challenge 423: Amnesty 70 at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 13: Breakfast.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Stuck in a time loop, with Froot Loops for breakfast, day after day after day for… Actually, Jack O’Neill has no idea how long it’s been, he lost count after the first couple of dozen repeats, his mind a jumble of everything he was trying to learn in order to break the loop and get time unstuck. All he knows for sure is that he’s had enough damned Froot Loops to last for eternity. He never wants to eat another Froot Loop for the rest of his days, however many he has left.
That raises the question of whether he’s gotten any older during the loop, or if his body reset each time the day went back to its beginning, sitting in the commissary having breakfast with the rest of SG-1. On second thoughts, he’d rather not know; even thinking about it just makes his head hurt. He’d like to take a nice, relaxing break that doesn’t involve thinking at all, preferably for a couple of months. He won’t get it, but he can dream.
For the moment though, he’ll settle for something other that Froot Loops for breakfast, maybe a bowl of hot oatmeal. Start the day in style.
The End
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack O’Neill.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Setting: Window of Opportunity.
Summary: O’Neill fancies something different for breakfast.
Written For: Challenge 423: Amnesty 70 at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 13: Breakfast.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Stuck in a time loop, with Froot Loops for breakfast, day after day after day for… Actually, Jack O’Neill has no idea how long it’s been, he lost count after the first couple of dozen repeats, his mind a jumble of everything he was trying to learn in order to break the loop and get time unstuck. All he knows for sure is that he’s had enough damned Froot Loops to last for eternity. He never wants to eat another Froot Loop for the rest of his days, however many he has left.
That raises the question of whether he’s gotten any older during the loop, or if his body reset each time the day went back to its beginning, sitting in the commissary having breakfast with the rest of SG-1. On second thoughts, he’d rather not know; even thinking about it just makes his head hurt. He’d like to take a nice, relaxing break that doesn’t involve thinking at all, preferably for a couple of months. He won’t get it, but he can dream.
For the moment though, he’ll settle for something other that Froot Loops for breakfast, maybe a bowl of hot oatmeal. Start the day in style.
The End