All I Want For Christmas is You: SGA ficlet
Ficlet for pentapus' Doodle Drabble 2.0.
SGA, genfic.
ETA: pentapus' adorable doodle here.
" . . . good morning, Sergeant," Elizabeth said faintly, looking around the gateroom. She hadn't seen it look so bad without the benefit of an explosion. Although it wasn't so much bad as it was spectacular.
"Good morning, ma'am," Chuck said, and pointed to a steaming mug sitting at an unused workspace. "Colonel Sheppard said that was for you."
"Ah."
It was hot chocolate, made with so much sugar that she could practically feel her heart jump-start with one sip. There was a candy cane sticking out of the mug, and she idly stirred the chocolate with it as she took another look around the room.
It was like being inside a glitter snowglobe of the Nutcracker.
Evergreen garlands were draped over the balconies, threatening to overgrow the rails; tiny colored lights chased around the room dizzyingly. An enormous pine tree had somehow been maneuvered into the corner and covered with tinsel and more blinking lights, revoltingly shiny.
There was something green hanging from the center chevron of the Stargate, and Elizabeth took a moment to hope devoutly that there were no teams offworld.
She tapped her radio. "Doctor Weir to Colonel Sheppard and Doctor McKay," she said. "Would you care to meet me in the gate room?"
--don't want a lot for Christmas-- came tinny and small from her earpiece, along with something that might have been a "On my way, Elizabeth," from both of them.
She took a moment to check her email at the spare workstation--fourteen variations on HOSTILE WORKPLACE!!!! and they put mistletoe in the transporter, please make them stop and If I have to listen to Jingle Bell Rock one more time I'm transferring back to Earth.
"Elizabeth! Merry Christmas!" Rodney, Santa-hatted, joined her at the console and picked up her mug. "What do you think? There'll be eggnog later but, you know, it's really not the same effect without the cocoa."
"It's very . . . striking," she said. "One might almost think that you wanted me to regret putting you and John in charge of the Christmas festivities."
John appeared at her other side and sat on the console. "Now, what would make you think that?" he said as sincerely as he said anything, smiling. "This is genuine Christmas cheer." There was tinsel wrapped around his holster.
"There had better be some genuine Christmas cheer in that eggnog," she muttered, shaking her head, and got up. "I concede defeat and will be in my office. With the blinds down."
"Oh, but Elizabeth!" John protested behind her. "You'll miss the presents!"
"Yes," Rodney said cheerfully, "Santa and his helper have lots of gifts for all of the good girls and boys of Atlantis."
Elizabeth stopped, and bit her lip, and resolutely did not picture the military commander of Atlantis in green tights and an elf hat--and then continued on her way, careful not to slip on the snow.
SGA, genfic.
ETA: pentapus' adorable doodle here.
" . . . good morning, Sergeant," Elizabeth said faintly, looking around the gateroom. She hadn't seen it look so bad without the benefit of an explosion. Although it wasn't so much bad as it was spectacular.
"Good morning, ma'am," Chuck said, and pointed to a steaming mug sitting at an unused workspace. "Colonel Sheppard said that was for you."
"Ah."
It was hot chocolate, made with so much sugar that she could practically feel her heart jump-start with one sip. There was a candy cane sticking out of the mug, and she idly stirred the chocolate with it as she took another look around the room.
It was like being inside a glitter snowglobe of the Nutcracker.
Evergreen garlands were draped over the balconies, threatening to overgrow the rails; tiny colored lights chased around the room dizzyingly. An enormous pine tree had somehow been maneuvered into the corner and covered with tinsel and more blinking lights, revoltingly shiny.
There was something green hanging from the center chevron of the Stargate, and Elizabeth took a moment to hope devoutly that there were no teams offworld.
She tapped her radio. "Doctor Weir to Colonel Sheppard and Doctor McKay," she said. "Would you care to meet me in the gate room?"
--don't want a lot for Christmas-- came tinny and small from her earpiece, along with something that might have been a "On my way, Elizabeth," from both of them.
She took a moment to check her email at the spare workstation--fourteen variations on HOSTILE WORKPLACE!!!! and they put mistletoe in the transporter, please make them stop and If I have to listen to Jingle Bell Rock one more time I'm transferring back to Earth.
"Elizabeth! Merry Christmas!" Rodney, Santa-hatted, joined her at the console and picked up her mug. "What do you think? There'll be eggnog later but, you know, it's really not the same effect without the cocoa."
"It's very . . . striking," she said. "One might almost think that you wanted me to regret putting you and John in charge of the Christmas festivities."
John appeared at her other side and sat on the console. "Now, what would make you think that?" he said as sincerely as he said anything, smiling. "This is genuine Christmas cheer." There was tinsel wrapped around his holster.
"There had better be some genuine Christmas cheer in that eggnog," she muttered, shaking her head, and got up. "I concede defeat and will be in my office. With the blinds down."
"Oh, but Elizabeth!" John protested behind her. "You'll miss the presents!"
"Yes," Rodney said cheerfully, "Santa and his helper have lots of gifts for all of the good girls and boys of Atlantis."
Elizabeth stopped, and bit her lip, and resolutely did not picture the military commander of Atlantis in green tights and an elf hat--and then continued on her way, careful not to slip on the snow.