Stargate SG1 Fanfic: P is for Provisions, Predicaments and Pastimes
Title: P is for Provisions, Predicaments and Pastimes
Author: hummingfly67
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Summary: Trapped, the team has to pass the time
Disclaimer: Not mine. MGM has that honor.
A/N: Written for sg_fignewton’s Team Alphabet Soup. Unbeta’d fluff.
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Daniel, Vala and Sam fell first, their combined weight enough to trigger the trap door in the floor.
Before they had regained their feet, having tumbled uncontrollably down a steep stone ramp to land in a heap after a painful drop, Teal’c and Mitchell triggered it a second time. The pair had been following far enough behind them to miss witnessing their predicament and thus avoid the same fate.
Once it had been determined luck had been on their side and no one was injured beyond bumps and bruises, they had set to searching their cramped, stone-walled prison, roughly 12x12 in size. It hadn’t taken long to admit there were no avenues of escape, other than their route of entry, approximately 15 feet above them in the dimly revealed ceiling.
Vala’s joking suggestion that they attempt a human pyramid of sorts to investigate the trap door led to first her and then Sam being balanced on the broad shoulders of Teal'c. In vain, of course, as apparently their luck had ended after no injuries.
“Eerily similar to that room we were stuck in under that Cadbury place, isn’t it, Daniel? Do you remember?” Vala remarked after, rubbing her hands up and down her arms as she warily eyed the ceiling.
“I’d rather not,” he muttered as he turned back to his task, stubbornly searching the walls again for seams that might indicate a possible exit. “By the way, it was Glastonbury Tor,” he corrected in a louder tone. “And don’t touch anything!”
“There is absolutely nothing to touch, Daniel,” she huffed, and then dropped to the ground with a groan.
A softer grunt followed and he glanced over to see that Sam had taken a seat beside Vala, looking just as disheveled and dispirited.
“Well, this is a fine pickle,” Mitchell said low-voiced as he completed yet another slow circuit of the room.
Vala groaned again. “Don’t mention food, Cameron! Breakfast was hours ago and I didn’t have seconds today.” She shot to her feet to stand behind Daniel and began patting at his chest, pressing against his back to reach around him.
“Vala!” he barked, batting her hands away. “What are you doing?”
“You always have provisions,” she explained, now trying to get at the side leg pocket of his BDU cargo pants. “I’m hungry.”
He tried not to think of how long ago breakfast had been, and nudged her away with his knee. “I don’t have any food on me.” His provisions, as Vala called them, were in his pack. Which was somewhere far above them, in the main room of the abandoned temple ruins they had been exploring, along with everyone else’s packs.
Vala finally left him alone, returning to her spot on the ground next to Sam. “It’s amazing how many food items begin with the letter ‘p’,” she remarked to no one in particular, despite her earlier comment to Mitchell about not discussing food. “Potato chips, pretzels, pistachios...”
“I could really go for a peanut butter sandwich,” Sam said wistfully.
“Pizza,” Mitchell sighed gustily.
“With pepperoni,” Teal’c intoned. He had been stoically silent after their fruitless investigations, peacefully sitting against a wall seemingly observing them all. Daniel halfway suspected he had learned to doze with his eyes open.
Sam nodded agreement. “Several fruits start with ‘p’,” she said after a few moments. “Papaya, plums, peaches, pears, pineapple.”
“Passion fruit!”
Daniel refused to look in Vala’s direction, certain she’d start yet another round of their date, not-a-date debate. He did however, finally admit defeat with the walls, and dropped down next to Teal’c.
With nothing to do but wait until their missed check-in was noted and investigated, they continued their name-the-food game, starting anew at the beginning of the alphabet at Sam’s suggestion. It helped keep their minds off other issues, which would eventually become pressing. Not to mention uncomfortable and awkward.
They were back at ‘p’ when they finally heard the grinding, grumbling sound of the trap door being opened, followed by an amused voice calling out, “Anybody home?”
Much later, as they trooped towards the cafeteria after being cleared by Dr. Lam, Daniel overheard Vala remark to Teal’c, “So Muscles, these pepperoni sticks, they’re packaged to carry?”
“Indeed.”
***
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Author: hummingfly67
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Summary: Trapped, the team has to pass the time
Disclaimer: Not mine. MGM has that honor.
A/N: Written for sg_fignewton’s Team Alphabet Soup. Unbeta’d fluff.
***
Daniel, Vala and Sam fell first, their combined weight enough to trigger the trap door in the floor.
Before they had regained their feet, having tumbled uncontrollably down a steep stone ramp to land in a heap after a painful drop, Teal’c and Mitchell triggered it a second time. The pair had been following far enough behind them to miss witnessing their predicament and thus avoid the same fate.
Once it had been determined luck had been on their side and no one was injured beyond bumps and bruises, they had set to searching their cramped, stone-walled prison, roughly 12x12 in size. It hadn’t taken long to admit there were no avenues of escape, other than their route of entry, approximately 15 feet above them in the dimly revealed ceiling.
Vala’s joking suggestion that they attempt a human pyramid of sorts to investigate the trap door led to first her and then Sam being balanced on the broad shoulders of Teal'c. In vain, of course, as apparently their luck had ended after no injuries.
“Eerily similar to that room we were stuck in under that Cadbury place, isn’t it, Daniel? Do you remember?” Vala remarked after, rubbing her hands up and down her arms as she warily eyed the ceiling.
“I’d rather not,” he muttered as he turned back to his task, stubbornly searching the walls again for seams that might indicate a possible exit. “By the way, it was Glastonbury Tor,” he corrected in a louder tone. “And don’t touch anything!”
“There is absolutely nothing to touch, Daniel,” she huffed, and then dropped to the ground with a groan.
A softer grunt followed and he glanced over to see that Sam had taken a seat beside Vala, looking just as disheveled and dispirited.
“Well, this is a fine pickle,” Mitchell said low-voiced as he completed yet another slow circuit of the room.
Vala groaned again. “Don’t mention food, Cameron! Breakfast was hours ago and I didn’t have seconds today.” She shot to her feet to stand behind Daniel and began patting at his chest, pressing against his back to reach around him.
“Vala!” he barked, batting her hands away. “What are you doing?”
“You always have provisions,” she explained, now trying to get at the side leg pocket of his BDU cargo pants. “I’m hungry.”
He tried not to think of how long ago breakfast had been, and nudged her away with his knee. “I don’t have any food on me.” His provisions, as Vala called them, were in his pack. Which was somewhere far above them, in the main room of the abandoned temple ruins they had been exploring, along with everyone else’s packs.
Vala finally left him alone, returning to her spot on the ground next to Sam. “It’s amazing how many food items begin with the letter ‘p’,” she remarked to no one in particular, despite her earlier comment to Mitchell about not discussing food. “Potato chips, pretzels, pistachios...”
“I could really go for a peanut butter sandwich,” Sam said wistfully.
“Pizza,” Mitchell sighed gustily.
“With pepperoni,” Teal’c intoned. He had been stoically silent after their fruitless investigations, peacefully sitting against a wall seemingly observing them all. Daniel halfway suspected he had learned to doze with his eyes open.
Sam nodded agreement. “Several fruits start with ‘p’,” she said after a few moments. “Papaya, plums, peaches, pears, pineapple.”
“Passion fruit!”
Daniel refused to look in Vala’s direction, certain she’d start yet another round of their date, not-a-date debate. He did however, finally admit defeat with the walls, and dropped down next to Teal’c.
With nothing to do but wait until their missed check-in was noted and investigated, they continued their name-the-food game, starting anew at the beginning of the alphabet at Sam’s suggestion. It helped keep their minds off other issues, which would eventually become pressing. Not to mention uncomfortable and awkward.
They were back at ‘p’ when they finally heard the grinding, grumbling sound of the trap door being opened, followed by an amused voice calling out, “Anybody home?”
Much later, as they trooped towards the cafeteria after being cleared by Dr. Lam, Daniel overheard Vala remark to Teal’c, “So Muscles, these pepperoni sticks, they’re packaged to carry?”
“Indeed.”
***
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