SGA: A Good Day (1/5) (B/C, G)
In usual tradition of my stagesoflove, the name of the set comes from a West Wing episode.
Title: A Good Day (1/5)
Theme: Five Pieces of Furniture (chair)
Rating: G
Word Count: 415
Summary: "Relax Carson," Laura replied lightly. "I have this totally under control."
fanfic100 #71 - Broken. Table
Carson looked over at Laura as she tied her hair back and stretched her arms above her head as she did each morning before she ran. "I don't think this is a good idea, love..." he said, his voice hesitating in putting a damper on her idea.
"Relax, Carson," Laura replied lightly. "I have this totally under control.”
“But--”
“Seriously, Carson, live a little.” She sat down in the Ancient equivalent of a rolling office chair, shot him a devilish smile and pushed off from the wall, the chair gaining speed as it barreled down the sloped corridor, narrowly dodging scientists as she squealed in girlish delight.
That wasn’t so bad, Carson thought as he sat down on his own chair, preparing himself to take the same run. She said to wait until she called down that she was done to go, so he waited for her signal.
A scream and a crash were not the intended signal.
Carson hopped up from the chair and raced down the corridor, shaking his head as soon as Laura, crumpled against the wall and looking remarkably like a guilty rag doll, came into view. “What happened?” he asked, dropping down next to her to check for any signs of injury.
Laura looked sheepishly up at him. “No breaks,” she chuckled, flinching as he touched her ankle. “But a hell of a ride,” she added.
“Aye, a hell of a ride,” Carson chuckled. The only thing wrong was a sprained ankle as far as he could tell from this initial inspection. “And now we get to take a hell of a ride up to the infirmary.”
“Oh, c’mon Carson, it’s not that bad. Not like it's broken,” Laura tried. She attempted to get up, just to prove she didn’t have to go, but yelped as soon as she put pressure on the foot. “Okay… maybe just a little trip.”
Carson laughed, helping her up and back into the rolling chair, which had survived the crash much more intact than Laura had. “Let’s get that checked out,” he said breezily as he started rolling her up the corridor to the transport.
“Did I at least look cool doing it?” Laura asked, an eyebrow quirked up and her lips curling into a wicked little smile.
“Aye, love, you looked brilliant,” Carson replied, placing a light kiss on the top of her head. “Foolish, but brilliant.”
“You love that about me,” she laughed.
“Aye, I do,” Carson agreed. “Aye I do.”
A Good Day 1 - Chair
A Good Day 2 - Table
A Good Day 3 - Couch
Title: A Good Day (1/5)
Theme: Five Pieces of Furniture (chair)
Rating: G
Word Count: 415
Summary: "Relax Carson," Laura replied lightly. "I have this totally under control."
fanfic100 #71 - Broken. Table
Carson looked over at Laura as she tied her hair back and stretched her arms above her head as she did each morning before she ran. "I don't think this is a good idea, love..." he said, his voice hesitating in putting a damper on her idea.
"Relax, Carson," Laura replied lightly. "I have this totally under control.”
“But--”
“Seriously, Carson, live a little.” She sat down in the Ancient equivalent of a rolling office chair, shot him a devilish smile and pushed off from the wall, the chair gaining speed as it barreled down the sloped corridor, narrowly dodging scientists as she squealed in girlish delight.
That wasn’t so bad, Carson thought as he sat down on his own chair, preparing himself to take the same run. She said to wait until she called down that she was done to go, so he waited for her signal.
A scream and a crash were not the intended signal.
Carson hopped up from the chair and raced down the corridor, shaking his head as soon as Laura, crumpled against the wall and looking remarkably like a guilty rag doll, came into view. “What happened?” he asked, dropping down next to her to check for any signs of injury.
Laura looked sheepishly up at him. “No breaks,” she chuckled, flinching as he touched her ankle. “But a hell of a ride,” she added.
“Aye, a hell of a ride,” Carson chuckled. The only thing wrong was a sprained ankle as far as he could tell from this initial inspection. “And now we get to take a hell of a ride up to the infirmary.”
“Oh, c’mon Carson, it’s not that bad. Not like it's broken,” Laura tried. She attempted to get up, just to prove she didn’t have to go, but yelped as soon as she put pressure on the foot. “Okay… maybe just a little trip.”
Carson laughed, helping her up and back into the rolling chair, which had survived the crash much more intact than Laura had. “Let’s get that checked out,” he said breezily as he started rolling her up the corridor to the transport.
“Did I at least look cool doing it?” Laura asked, an eyebrow quirked up and her lips curling into a wicked little smile.
“Aye, love, you looked brilliant,” Carson replied, placing a light kiss on the top of her head. “Foolish, but brilliant.”
“You love that about me,” she laughed.
“Aye, I do,” Carson agreed. “Aye I do.”
A Good Day 1 - Chair
A Good Day 2 - Table
A Good Day 3 - Couch