Objects at Rest, by Julie (PG)
Rec Category: Teamy Goodness
Pairing: None
Category: team, gen, humor, fluff
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: splash_the_cat
Author's Website: Moments of Adoration
Link to Story: Objects at Rest
Why This Must Be Read: After two intense story recs, it's time for something light, sweet, and fluffy! This lovely little ficlet delivers all of the above, plus some decidedly delicious teamy goodness.
There's not much here, which seems to be the charm. It's just SG-1 on a road trip, being themselves. There's good-natured bickering, lovely characterization, and the comfortable coziness that comes with being closer than family. Save this story to your hard drive to reread whenever you need something to make you smile.
Teal'c now stood sentinel next to Carter, half of a toolbox spread at his feet as Carter frowned into the engine block, grease streaking her forearms and fingers.
"Anything?" Jack asked, eyeing just how low the sun was hanging.
"There appears to be no obvious problem, O'Neill."
"Yeah," Carter said. "Hoses and gaskets are all fine, wiring looks good, battery is charged, fluids are fine." Teal'c caught her hand before she ran it through her hair, and she flashed him a quick smile. "I can't really do much more."
"You've stripped down that old Volvo of yours a dozen times." Jack dug a worn handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Hell, you've stripped down the X-302 a dozen times."
As she scrubbed at her fingers, she nodded to Teal'c, who dropped the hood. "Past a certain point, you can't diagnose newer cars without a computer."
"You have one of those." Jack jerked his thumb toward the back of the SUV.
"If this thing ran on naquadah, then sure, that'd work. But I don't have the diagnostic equipment for this."
"What? Weren't you a Girl Scout or something?"
"'Always be prepared' is the Boy Scouts, Jack." Daniel crawled out of the back seat, Teal'c's hat hanging low over his eyes. "And Sam told us the Girl Scouts threw her out."
Jack caught Carter's cat-and-canary smile before she started gathering up the tools. "'Us'?" He asked, archly.
"It was last month. You declined the invitation to dinner and drinks that night, O'Neill, in favor of a game of cards."
In which he'd lost a hundred and fifty bucks. Life just wasn't fair. "Okay, thoughts, ideas, wild and crazy schemes that do not involve us hiking ten miles in either direction?"
"Sam can use her feminine wiles and hitch us a ride."
Carter snorted, poking Daniel's stomach where his shirt had ridden up, and leaving a greasy smudge next to his navel. "Pull that up some more, and you can use your feminine wiles."
While Carter and Daniel bickered, Teal'c stepped out into the road. Staring back the hundred feet to where it curved out of the dense tree line of Superior National Forest, he began waving his arms.
"T.?"
"A vehicle approaches."
Jack heard it a second later, just before the big pickup rounded the curve and its brakes started to squeal. "One of these days that tactic is not going to end so well."
Pairing: None
Category: team, gen, humor, fluff
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: splash_the_cat
Author's Website: Moments of Adoration
Link to Story: Objects at Rest
Why This Must Be Read: After two intense story recs, it's time for something light, sweet, and fluffy! This lovely little ficlet delivers all of the above, plus some decidedly delicious teamy goodness.
There's not much here, which seems to be the charm. It's just SG-1 on a road trip, being themselves. There's good-natured bickering, lovely characterization, and the comfortable coziness that comes with being closer than family. Save this story to your hard drive to reread whenever you need something to make you smile.
Teal'c now stood sentinel next to Carter, half of a toolbox spread at his feet as Carter frowned into the engine block, grease streaking her forearms and fingers.
"Anything?" Jack asked, eyeing just how low the sun was hanging.
"There appears to be no obvious problem, O'Neill."
"Yeah," Carter said. "Hoses and gaskets are all fine, wiring looks good, battery is charged, fluids are fine." Teal'c caught her hand before she ran it through her hair, and she flashed him a quick smile. "I can't really do much more."
"You've stripped down that old Volvo of yours a dozen times." Jack dug a worn handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Hell, you've stripped down the X-302 a dozen times."
As she scrubbed at her fingers, she nodded to Teal'c, who dropped the hood. "Past a certain point, you can't diagnose newer cars without a computer."
"You have one of those." Jack jerked his thumb toward the back of the SUV.
"If this thing ran on naquadah, then sure, that'd work. But I don't have the diagnostic equipment for this."
"What? Weren't you a Girl Scout or something?"
"'Always be prepared' is the Boy Scouts, Jack." Daniel crawled out of the back seat, Teal'c's hat hanging low over his eyes. "And Sam told us the Girl Scouts threw her out."
Jack caught Carter's cat-and-canary smile before she started gathering up the tools. "'Us'?" He asked, archly.
"It was last month. You declined the invitation to dinner and drinks that night, O'Neill, in favor of a game of cards."
In which he'd lost a hundred and fifty bucks. Life just wasn't fair. "Okay, thoughts, ideas, wild and crazy schemes that do not involve us hiking ten miles in either direction?"
"Sam can use her feminine wiles and hitch us a ride."
Carter snorted, poking Daniel's stomach where his shirt had ridden up, and leaving a greasy smudge next to his navel. "Pull that up some more, and you can use your feminine wiles."
While Carter and Daniel bickered, Teal'c stepped out into the road. Staring back the hundred feet to where it curved out of the dense tree line of Superior National Forest, he began waving his arms.
"T.?"
"A vehicle approaches."
Jack heard it a second later, just before the big pickup rounded the curve and its brakes started to squeal. "One of these days that tactic is not going to end so well."