Adventure (1/1)
Title: Adventure
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA/SG1
Characters: Evan/David, John/Cam
Word Count: 2,257
Rating: PG
Notes: For emeraldsnakes, who won me in the helpbrazil2011 chairty auction and wanted kidfic. This is from my kids'verse, featuring three-year-old Robbie and Angel. I hope you like it, and thanks for bidding on me!
Sometimes, Evan thinks, having twins actually makes things easier. It’s not often, sure, but right now Angel’s obsessed with potty-training, so Robbie’s interested as well. Getting them both out of diapers at the same time would be some sort of minor miracle, but he and David both work at it, and by their third birthday they’re in actual, honest-to-God underwear (during the day, at least; Evan’s not quite ready to test it overnight, not yet).
“Look!” Angel says proudly when Sheppard stops by one day, clutching a month-old Lizzie to his chest and doing the walk of the dead that Evan remembers only all too well from when his kids were that small. Angel beams at him from where she’s playing with a little plastic dinosaur and a plastic cup that he’s just not asking about, stands, and drops her pants, right there in the living room. She smiles expectantly up at Sheppard, who just blinks at her a few times. Robbie pokes his head over the back of the couch to see what’s going on before racing to his sister’s side and dropping his own pants.
Evan drops to his knees as quickly as he can, tugging pants back up and doing snaps and zippers with ease. “I’m sure Uncle John is really, really proud of you guys for wearing underwear,” he says, trying to keep the strain out of his voice, “but you can’t just pull your pants down, okay?”
“Okay,” Robbie says reasonably, going back to whatever he was doing on the couch. Angel nods and walks back to her dinosaur, and it’s out of their minds immediately. Evan winces as he stands.
“Sorry,” he offers, not quite sure what the appropriate response is in this situation. To his surprise, Sheppard lets out a laugh and a grin, shifting Lizzie against his chest.
“Guess that’s what I have to look forward to?” he asks, and he doesn’t sound upset about it, not at all, so Evan just grins.
A few weeks later, when a bag with packages of tiny underwear, covered in flowers and superheroes and bugs and princesses appears in Evan’s quarters, he knows who to thank for the smiles they put on the twins’ faces.
-0-
“He’s sleeping,” Robbie whispers. Angel looks up at the couch, where Papa’s sitting with one of his big books with pictures of leaves in it. He’s got his eyes closed and he’s falling over a little bit, and his mouth is open a little like it is when he’s in bed with Daddy at night.
“Let’s play quiet,” she whispers to her brother, who nods. They gather their toys up quietly - Angel has Alex the Dinosaur and a plastic bottle, because Alex still eats like a baby, and Robbie has Army Man Danny and Army Woman Grace and a baseball card - and move to the kitchen, where they set the toys down. Angel looks back over at Papa.
“He’s still sleeping,” she tells Robbie quietly. Robbie nods and moves Army Man Danny and Army Woman Grace around, moving his mouth like he’s talking without any sound coming out.
“I’m pretending,” he whispers. “They’re talking about the fairy princess because she’s missing, but they’re just pretend talking.”
“Okay,” Angel says reasonably, holding the bottle up to Alex the Dinosaur’s mouth. Alex takes a few sips before Angel looks back over at Papa. He’s laying on the couch now, with the top half of him stretched out and his legs still on the floor.
Angel thinks about naptime, about waking up sometimes without Robbie there and being scared because she was alone. Daddy’s not here, she realizes. What if Papa wakes up scared because Daddy’s not here?
Blankie, she thinks happily. Blankie makes her feel better when Robbie isn’t there.
“Robbie,” she whispers. He puts his Army People down and looks at her, and she points at Papa. “Papa needs Blankie.”
Robbie nods very seriously. “Mine too,” he agrees, and together they creep into their bedroom and find their blankies. It’s a little hard to get them up on top of Papa, but then Robbie climbs right up next to him and puts his green blankie over one of Papa’s arms and takes Angel’s purple blankie and puts it over his belly, and Papa looks better now.
“We should go get Daddy for him,” Angel whispers. “What if he wakes up and he’s scared because Daddy’s not here?”
“We have to get Daddy,” Robbie decides. “He has a meeting.”
“I know where the meetings are,” Angel tells him excitedly. “The meeting room!”
“Let’s go,” Robbie says, and they walk quietly to the door. Robbie’s big enough to stand on his tiptoes and wave his fingers over the crystals, so the door slides open and lets them out without any problems at all. They walk together to the transporter at the end of the hall and climb in.
“Where’s the meeting room?” Robbie whispers to Angel, who studies the map very carefully.
“Here,” she says confidently, tapping an area on the screen. There’s a flash of light, and then the transporter doors open.
Robbie peers out. “I don’t think this is it,” he says, frowning. “It’s dark out there, Angel. And I don’t hear anybody.”
“Let’s try somewhere else,” Angel suggests, standing on her tiptoes and pushing at a different section of the map.
-0-
Chuck frowns at the screen. The transporters go throughout the City; the Ancients had been pretty rigorous about putting them everywhere. And it’s not like there’s anywhere that’s off-limits to go, but there aren’t any exploration missions scheduled for today, so it’s weird to see all these activations out near the West Pier.
Chuck’s nothing if not observant and good at his job besides. He taps at his radio. “Campbell to Morrison.”
The chief of security is there a few minutes later, frowning as he studies the report Chuck put together. “How long ago did this start?”
Chuck shrugs. “Half an hour, maybe? It seems pretty random; it’s even gone to the same place a few times. It might just be a malfunction, but I figured I’d let you know anyway.”
“Good plan,” Morrison agrees. “I’ll get a team together and we’ll go check it out. Let me know if anything changes.”
“Will do,” Chuck affirms as he turns back to his screen.
-0-
“I’m wearing my dinosaur underwear today,” Robbie says excitedly as the transporter doors open again. “I want to show Uncle John when we find Daddy. Uncle John will be at the meeting too, right?”
“Right,” Angel agrees, because Uncle John and Uncle Cam and Daddy have meetings all the time.
They’ve been in the transporter for a really, really long time. Angel frowns as the doors slide open again. “Let’s try your side of the map,” she suggests. Robbie nods and reaches up to tap at the screen; there’s another flash and the doors open up again, but it’s still not the meeting room.
“I’m wearing my princess underwear,” Angel tells Robbie. They’re her very favorite ones, green with a picture of a pretty princess in a yellow dress in the middle. Robbie nods seriously.
“You should show Uncle John,” Robbie tells her. “I can show him my dinosaurs and you can show him your princess.”
Angel pulls her pants away from her belly and looks down at her princess underwear. The princess smiles up at her and she smiles back as she sits down and tugs off her shoes and pants and tosses them out the door of the transporter. “Now Uncle John can see them,” she tells Robbie, who nods again and takes his own pants and shoes off, throwing them out on top of hers. There are dinosaurs chasing each other all over Robbie’s underwear.
“Let’s find the meeting room,” Angel remembers, standing and tapping on the map again, and the doors slide closed and the lights flash.
-0-
Chuck frowns at the screen as he taps at his radio. “Campbell to Morrison.”
“Morrison.” Comes the response.
“The activity has moved,” he reports. “Clear to the other side of the City. Halfway through the East Pier.”
Morrison sighs. “What level?” he asks, and Chuck relays the coordinates.
-0-
“You look silly,” Angel giggles. Robbie smiles at her, showing all of his teeth, and shakes his head again. His dinosaur underwear flop around on his head, and Angel shakes her own head, feeling the underwear move.
“Let’s keep going,” Robbie decides, and he picks another spot on the map. The lights flash and this, time, when the door opens, Angel hears voices.
“I think we found it!” she says brightly to Robbie, scrambling out of the transporter. “This way!”
The voices stop and Angel frowns, but they start again a little while later. “Daddy?” she calls.
“Angel?” a voice replies, and one of Daddy’s soldiers walks around the corner and stops really, really fast. “Um.”
“Lieutenant Morrison!” Robbie squeals, running over to hug his legs. Angel runs up too, because she likes Lieutenant Morrison. He gave her a coloring book for her birthday.
“Hey, you two,” Lieutenant Morrison says, and it sounds like he’s laughing a little. “Where are your clothes?”
“I don’t know!” Angel tells him happily. “Look at my princess underwear!”
“And my dinosaurs,” Robbie adds.
“They’re on your head,” Lieutenant Morrison says, smiling a lot. “Why are they on your head?”
“We want to show Uncle John,” Robbie says at the same time as Angel, and Lieutenant Morrison laughs. He taps on his radio.
“Morrison to Campbell,” he says, and then he waits before he talks again. “I found the culprits. Returning to Control now.” He looks down at Robbie and Angel and smiles again. “Okay, here,” he says, unclipping his big vest and draping it over Angel’s shoulders. It’s heavy and it goes down to Angel’s feet, but Lieutenant Morrison is pulling off his big black shirt now and wrapping it around Robbie. He’s wearing another shirt underneath that, so now everybody is wearing a shirt, and he picks Robbie up in one arm and Angel in the other, making his way to the transporter.
-0-
The meeting is over, by every sense and definition of the word. It’s devolved into John and Cam laughing at Evan’s expense, because three minutes ago, Lieutenant Morrison had walked in, quite out of uniform, deposited the twins into Evan’s lap, and walked out again.
The twins, who are wrapped up in what can only be Morrison’s tac vest and uniform shirt, who have their underwear on their heads, who are wrapped back into their ridiculous not-clothing and seated in their uncles’ laps, who are chattering at a million miles an hour about underwear and princesses and dinosaurs and something about a coloring book. Evan pinches the bridge of his nose and cuts into the conversation. “Kids?” Both of them cut off in mid-sentence, and two cheery faces swivel to look at him. Evan holds out his hands. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
John stands, Angel settled comfortably against his hip, as Cam swings Robbie up. “We’ll walk with you,” John says, and Evan thinks about trying to keep the not-clothing on the kids and nods gratefully.
The door to their quarters is wide open, and Evan can see David curled up on the couch, two small, bright blankets draped over his torso. Apparently David isn’t quite over the flu he’d had last week, or he never would have fallen asleep like that, and Evan makes a mental note to get his husband to the infirmary as he ushers the kids inside.
“Thanks,” he says to John and Cam, who just nod and keep on down the hall; Leslie Briggs has Lizzie today. Evan closes the door and crouches down next to the twins. “Okay,” he says levelly, and two pairs of bright blue eyes meet his own. “Listen, guys, you can’t just leave the room, all right?”
“We were looking for you,” Robbie pipes up. “Papa fell asleep.”
“I get scared when I wake up and Robbie isn’t there,” Angel adds. “We wanted to find you so Papa wouldn’t be scared when he woke up.”
Evan’s heart melts a little, but he keeps his face serious. “If Papa woke up and you were both gone, he’d be really, really scared,” he tells them, and they look at each other like it hadn’t occurred to their three-year-old logic.
“Sorry,” Angel says finally in her smallest voice, and Evan caves and hugs them both to his body before stripping them out of Morrison’s clothes and standing. “Clothes,” he tells them, pulling them past David on the couch and into their room.
They dress quietly and go out to the main room to play, and Evan rubs his hand across his face, wondering how he’s going to tell David about this. The chimes ring while he’s sitting on Angel’s bed, and he hears David wake and make his way to the door. There are low voices before the door slides shut again, and David pokes his head into the room.
:Evan,” he says slowly, holding a pile of pants and tiny socks and shirts in front of him. “Why did Lieutenant Morrison just hand me a bunch of the twins’ clothing and take a tac vest and a shirt off our floor?”
Evan can only laugh as he pats the space next to him on the bed. “Seems like the kids had an adventure,” he tells his husband as David settles against him, and he launches into the tale.
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA/SG1
Characters: Evan/David, John/Cam
Word Count: 2,257
Rating: PG
Notes: For emeraldsnakes, who won me in the helpbrazil2011 chairty auction and wanted kidfic. This is from my kids'verse, featuring three-year-old Robbie and Angel. I hope you like it, and thanks for bidding on me!
Sometimes, Evan thinks, having twins actually makes things easier. It’s not often, sure, but right now Angel’s obsessed with potty-training, so Robbie’s interested as well. Getting them both out of diapers at the same time would be some sort of minor miracle, but he and David both work at it, and by their third birthday they’re in actual, honest-to-God underwear (during the day, at least; Evan’s not quite ready to test it overnight, not yet).
“Look!” Angel says proudly when Sheppard stops by one day, clutching a month-old Lizzie to his chest and doing the walk of the dead that Evan remembers only all too well from when his kids were that small. Angel beams at him from where she’s playing with a little plastic dinosaur and a plastic cup that he’s just not asking about, stands, and drops her pants, right there in the living room. She smiles expectantly up at Sheppard, who just blinks at her a few times. Robbie pokes his head over the back of the couch to see what’s going on before racing to his sister’s side and dropping his own pants.
Evan drops to his knees as quickly as he can, tugging pants back up and doing snaps and zippers with ease. “I’m sure Uncle John is really, really proud of you guys for wearing underwear,” he says, trying to keep the strain out of his voice, “but you can’t just pull your pants down, okay?”
“Okay,” Robbie says reasonably, going back to whatever he was doing on the couch. Angel nods and walks back to her dinosaur, and it’s out of their minds immediately. Evan winces as he stands.
“Sorry,” he offers, not quite sure what the appropriate response is in this situation. To his surprise, Sheppard lets out a laugh and a grin, shifting Lizzie against his chest.
“Guess that’s what I have to look forward to?” he asks, and he doesn’t sound upset about it, not at all, so Evan just grins.
A few weeks later, when a bag with packages of tiny underwear, covered in flowers and superheroes and bugs and princesses appears in Evan’s quarters, he knows who to thank for the smiles they put on the twins’ faces.
-0-
“He’s sleeping,” Robbie whispers. Angel looks up at the couch, where Papa’s sitting with one of his big books with pictures of leaves in it. He’s got his eyes closed and he’s falling over a little bit, and his mouth is open a little like it is when he’s in bed with Daddy at night.
“Let’s play quiet,” she whispers to her brother, who nods. They gather their toys up quietly - Angel has Alex the Dinosaur and a plastic bottle, because Alex still eats like a baby, and Robbie has Army Man Danny and Army Woman Grace and a baseball card - and move to the kitchen, where they set the toys down. Angel looks back over at Papa.
“He’s still sleeping,” she tells Robbie quietly. Robbie nods and moves Army Man Danny and Army Woman Grace around, moving his mouth like he’s talking without any sound coming out.
“I’m pretending,” he whispers. “They’re talking about the fairy princess because she’s missing, but they’re just pretend talking.”
“Okay,” Angel says reasonably, holding the bottle up to Alex the Dinosaur’s mouth. Alex takes a few sips before Angel looks back over at Papa. He’s laying on the couch now, with the top half of him stretched out and his legs still on the floor.
Angel thinks about naptime, about waking up sometimes without Robbie there and being scared because she was alone. Daddy’s not here, she realizes. What if Papa wakes up scared because Daddy’s not here?
Blankie, she thinks happily. Blankie makes her feel better when Robbie isn’t there.
“Robbie,” she whispers. He puts his Army People down and looks at her, and she points at Papa. “Papa needs Blankie.”
Robbie nods very seriously. “Mine too,” he agrees, and together they creep into their bedroom and find their blankies. It’s a little hard to get them up on top of Papa, but then Robbie climbs right up next to him and puts his green blankie over one of Papa’s arms and takes Angel’s purple blankie and puts it over his belly, and Papa looks better now.
“We should go get Daddy for him,” Angel whispers. “What if he wakes up and he’s scared because Daddy’s not here?”
“We have to get Daddy,” Robbie decides. “He has a meeting.”
“I know where the meetings are,” Angel tells him excitedly. “The meeting room!”
“Let’s go,” Robbie says, and they walk quietly to the door. Robbie’s big enough to stand on his tiptoes and wave his fingers over the crystals, so the door slides open and lets them out without any problems at all. They walk together to the transporter at the end of the hall and climb in.
“Where’s the meeting room?” Robbie whispers to Angel, who studies the map very carefully.
“Here,” she says confidently, tapping an area on the screen. There’s a flash of light, and then the transporter doors open.
Robbie peers out. “I don’t think this is it,” he says, frowning. “It’s dark out there, Angel. And I don’t hear anybody.”
“Let’s try somewhere else,” Angel suggests, standing on her tiptoes and pushing at a different section of the map.
-0-
Chuck frowns at the screen. The transporters go throughout the City; the Ancients had been pretty rigorous about putting them everywhere. And it’s not like there’s anywhere that’s off-limits to go, but there aren’t any exploration missions scheduled for today, so it’s weird to see all these activations out near the West Pier.
Chuck’s nothing if not observant and good at his job besides. He taps at his radio. “Campbell to Morrison.”
The chief of security is there a few minutes later, frowning as he studies the report Chuck put together. “How long ago did this start?”
Chuck shrugs. “Half an hour, maybe? It seems pretty random; it’s even gone to the same place a few times. It might just be a malfunction, but I figured I’d let you know anyway.”
“Good plan,” Morrison agrees. “I’ll get a team together and we’ll go check it out. Let me know if anything changes.”
“Will do,” Chuck affirms as he turns back to his screen.
-0-
“I’m wearing my dinosaur underwear today,” Robbie says excitedly as the transporter doors open again. “I want to show Uncle John when we find Daddy. Uncle John will be at the meeting too, right?”
“Right,” Angel agrees, because Uncle John and Uncle Cam and Daddy have meetings all the time.
They’ve been in the transporter for a really, really long time. Angel frowns as the doors slide open again. “Let’s try your side of the map,” she suggests. Robbie nods and reaches up to tap at the screen; there’s another flash and the doors open up again, but it’s still not the meeting room.
“I’m wearing my princess underwear,” Angel tells Robbie. They’re her very favorite ones, green with a picture of a pretty princess in a yellow dress in the middle. Robbie nods seriously.
“You should show Uncle John,” Robbie tells her. “I can show him my dinosaurs and you can show him your princess.”
Angel pulls her pants away from her belly and looks down at her princess underwear. The princess smiles up at her and she smiles back as she sits down and tugs off her shoes and pants and tosses them out the door of the transporter. “Now Uncle John can see them,” she tells Robbie, who nods again and takes his own pants and shoes off, throwing them out on top of hers. There are dinosaurs chasing each other all over Robbie’s underwear.
“Let’s find the meeting room,” Angel remembers, standing and tapping on the map again, and the doors slide closed and the lights flash.
-0-
Chuck frowns at the screen as he taps at his radio. “Campbell to Morrison.”
“Morrison.” Comes the response.
“The activity has moved,” he reports. “Clear to the other side of the City. Halfway through the East Pier.”
Morrison sighs. “What level?” he asks, and Chuck relays the coordinates.
-0-
“You look silly,” Angel giggles. Robbie smiles at her, showing all of his teeth, and shakes his head again. His dinosaur underwear flop around on his head, and Angel shakes her own head, feeling the underwear move.
“Let’s keep going,” Robbie decides, and he picks another spot on the map. The lights flash and this, time, when the door opens, Angel hears voices.
“I think we found it!” she says brightly to Robbie, scrambling out of the transporter. “This way!”
The voices stop and Angel frowns, but they start again a little while later. “Daddy?” she calls.
“Angel?” a voice replies, and one of Daddy’s soldiers walks around the corner and stops really, really fast. “Um.”
“Lieutenant Morrison!” Robbie squeals, running over to hug his legs. Angel runs up too, because she likes Lieutenant Morrison. He gave her a coloring book for her birthday.
“Hey, you two,” Lieutenant Morrison says, and it sounds like he’s laughing a little. “Where are your clothes?”
“I don’t know!” Angel tells him happily. “Look at my princess underwear!”
“And my dinosaurs,” Robbie adds.
“They’re on your head,” Lieutenant Morrison says, smiling a lot. “Why are they on your head?”
“We want to show Uncle John,” Robbie says at the same time as Angel, and Lieutenant Morrison laughs. He taps on his radio.
“Morrison to Campbell,” he says, and then he waits before he talks again. “I found the culprits. Returning to Control now.” He looks down at Robbie and Angel and smiles again. “Okay, here,” he says, unclipping his big vest and draping it over Angel’s shoulders. It’s heavy and it goes down to Angel’s feet, but Lieutenant Morrison is pulling off his big black shirt now and wrapping it around Robbie. He’s wearing another shirt underneath that, so now everybody is wearing a shirt, and he picks Robbie up in one arm and Angel in the other, making his way to the transporter.
-0-
The meeting is over, by every sense and definition of the word. It’s devolved into John and Cam laughing at Evan’s expense, because three minutes ago, Lieutenant Morrison had walked in, quite out of uniform, deposited the twins into Evan’s lap, and walked out again.
The twins, who are wrapped up in what can only be Morrison’s tac vest and uniform shirt, who have their underwear on their heads, who are wrapped back into their ridiculous not-clothing and seated in their uncles’ laps, who are chattering at a million miles an hour about underwear and princesses and dinosaurs and something about a coloring book. Evan pinches the bridge of his nose and cuts into the conversation. “Kids?” Both of them cut off in mid-sentence, and two cheery faces swivel to look at him. Evan holds out his hands. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
John stands, Angel settled comfortably against his hip, as Cam swings Robbie up. “We’ll walk with you,” John says, and Evan thinks about trying to keep the not-clothing on the kids and nods gratefully.
The door to their quarters is wide open, and Evan can see David curled up on the couch, two small, bright blankets draped over his torso. Apparently David isn’t quite over the flu he’d had last week, or he never would have fallen asleep like that, and Evan makes a mental note to get his husband to the infirmary as he ushers the kids inside.
“Thanks,” he says to John and Cam, who just nod and keep on down the hall; Leslie Briggs has Lizzie today. Evan closes the door and crouches down next to the twins. “Okay,” he says levelly, and two pairs of bright blue eyes meet his own. “Listen, guys, you can’t just leave the room, all right?”
“We were looking for you,” Robbie pipes up. “Papa fell asleep.”
“I get scared when I wake up and Robbie isn’t there,” Angel adds. “We wanted to find you so Papa wouldn’t be scared when he woke up.”
Evan’s heart melts a little, but he keeps his face serious. “If Papa woke up and you were both gone, he’d be really, really scared,” he tells them, and they look at each other like it hadn’t occurred to their three-year-old logic.
“Sorry,” Angel says finally in her smallest voice, and Evan caves and hugs them both to his body before stripping them out of Morrison’s clothes and standing. “Clothes,” he tells them, pulling them past David on the couch and into their room.
They dress quietly and go out to the main room to play, and Evan rubs his hand across his face, wondering how he’s going to tell David about this. The chimes ring while he’s sitting on Angel’s bed, and he hears David wake and make his way to the door. There are low voices before the door slides shut again, and David pokes his head into the room.
:Evan,” he says slowly, holding a pile of pants and tiny socks and shirts in front of him. “Why did Lieutenant Morrison just hand me a bunch of the twins’ clothing and take a tac vest and a shirt off our floor?”
Evan can only laugh as he pats the space next to him on the bed. “Seems like the kids had an adventure,” he tells his husband as David settles against him, and he launches into the tale.