U is for Umbrella
Title: U is for Umbrella
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 (the best fandom)
Rating: G
Word Count: 313
A/N: This is my entry for Alphabet Soup, part of the SG Gen Fic Day going on over at sg_fignewton's.
Summary: SG-1 is stranded, wet, and collectively grumpy.
It's super short. It'll take you, like, 30 seconds to read. You know you wanna clickiiiit xD
“I can't feel my fingers.”
“Did I not say, 'hey, that looks like a cold, rainy planet, everyone needs to bring extra gloves?'”
“He is wearing extra gloves, sir.”
“Extra waterproof gloves, Carter?”
“I thought they were waterproof...”
“Perhaps the gloves were mislabeled when you purchased them.”
“Teal'c, stop helping.”
“Jack, knock it off. We're all as cold and wet and frustrated as you, but you don't see us resorting to snippiness.”
“I think I have the right to be snippy, Daniel. I'm not the one who misread the alien stick figures.”
“Hieroglyphs. And I know I read them right.”
“Then why are we stranded four miles from the gate? On a rock? With rising flood waters? I was perfectly happy to stay within shouting distance of the DHD, but someone-”
“Sir, it's not Daniel's fault. I wanted to survey the mineral deposits that the UAV registered this morning.”
“Fine. Fine. I'll blame both of you. Teal'c, you're off the hook. Brood with me so I feel more justified.”
“Teal'c never stops brooding.”
“.....true.”
“Well these are useless at this point.”
“You can't wipe the water off of the lenses?”
“I don't have anything dry to wipe them with.”
“I might have some bandaging strips in my pack you could use, you wanna check in there?”
“Sure.”
“Would you two stop wriggling? The more I move, the wetter I get.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“The statistical likelihood of becoming further irriguous by such a slight shift in position than what you have already-”
“Teal'c? You are this close to coming back off the hook.”
“Sam!”
“What?”
“You packed an umbrella!”
“......I did?”
“Yes!”
“YES!”
“Hey, what are you-”
“Colonel, wait, the wind-”
*schfoomp*
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 (the best fandom)
Rating: G
Word Count: 313
A/N: This is my entry for Alphabet Soup, part of the SG Gen Fic Day going on over at sg_fignewton's.
Summary: SG-1 is stranded, wet, and collectively grumpy.
It's super short. It'll take you, like, 30 seconds to read. You know you wanna clickiiiit xD
“I can't feel my fingers.”
“Did I not say, 'hey, that looks like a cold, rainy planet, everyone needs to bring extra gloves?'”
“He is wearing extra gloves, sir.”
“Extra waterproof gloves, Carter?”
“I thought they were waterproof...”
“Perhaps the gloves were mislabeled when you purchased them.”
“Teal'c, stop helping.”
“Jack, knock it off. We're all as cold and wet and frustrated as you, but you don't see us resorting to snippiness.”
“I think I have the right to be snippy, Daniel. I'm not the one who misread the alien stick figures.”
“Hieroglyphs. And I know I read them right.”
“Then why are we stranded four miles from the gate? On a rock? With rising flood waters? I was perfectly happy to stay within shouting distance of the DHD, but someone-”
“Sir, it's not Daniel's fault. I wanted to survey the mineral deposits that the UAV registered this morning.”
“Fine. Fine. I'll blame both of you. Teal'c, you're off the hook. Brood with me so I feel more justified.”
“Teal'c never stops brooding.”
“.....true.”
“Well these are useless at this point.”
“You can't wipe the water off of the lenses?”
“I don't have anything dry to wipe them with.”
“I might have some bandaging strips in my pack you could use, you wanna check in there?”
“Sure.”
“Would you two stop wriggling? The more I move, the wetter I get.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“The statistical likelihood of becoming further irriguous by such a slight shift in position than what you have already-”
“Teal'c? You are this close to coming back off the hook.”
“Sam!”
“What?”
“You packed an umbrella!”
“......I did?”
“Yes!”
“YES!”
“Hey, what are you-”
“Colonel, wait, the wind-”
*schfoomp*