Face-Off by Jennghis Kahn (PG)
Rec Category: Gen
Pairing: None
Category: Team, Humor, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal'c, Makepeace, gen, Siler
Warning: none
Author on LJ surreallis
Author's Website: Mindrot
Link: Face-Off
Why This Must Be Read:
This was one of the first SG-1 stories I read, and it still makes me smile whenever I think of it. One night at a bar, set to prove SG-1's overwhelming coolness once and for all, Jack bets Makepeace that SG-1 can beat SG-3 in a hockey game. Only later does he realize that while SG-3 has a team of Marines who move effortlessly on the ice, Jack has a Jaffa who is very good at hitting the puck hard anywhere but at the net, a physicist who spends too long calculating the precise angle and velocity necessary for her shots, and an archaeologist who has never been on skates before.
With Siler helping them in goal and a late-in-the-game strategy on how to use Daniel's flailing clumsiness, can SG-1 pull it together or will they have to turn in their "overwhelming coolness" badges? Put down any water (because I guarantee a laugh) and enjoy the game.
When Jack called them together at center ice to work on some puck handling, Daniel continued to circle around the boards. The others stood and watched him for a moment.
“Daniel?”
“Be there in a second.” Daniel tilted in a bit, pushing with one skate as if he were on a skateboard, and his course corrected by minute degrees, taking him on a circuit just slightly closer to the center. Jack had to give him credit, he was going at a good clip now, and he was smoother, despite the fact that he was staring at the ice in front of him and still had that ‘big arms’ thing going on for balance. They needed to practice with the puck though.
“Daniel!”
“I’m trying!” Again there was another correction and Daniel skated by, a little closer to them.
Sam hid a laugh behind one bulky glove. Jack blew a frustrated breath out through his nose and turned away from the circling archeologist. He dumped several pucks on the ice.
“Okay, slap shots. I’ll do one; you guys practice. Um, try not to hit Daniel as he circles in for a landing.”
He took a few shots on goal, some of the trepidation over the challenge fading away as he felt that old familiar tug and ache in his muscles. The right moves came back to him instantly as if he’d never left the game. Like riding a bike, you just never forgot. He put several pucks in the net, pausing each time Daniel passed in front of it.
“I’m almost there!” Daniel called.
Jack glanced briefly skyward in irritation. “You know, Makepeace’s archeologist played hockey in college, Daniel!” he called back.
"Makepeace's archeologist also misread important cultural signs on P2X-300 and came home married to Makepeace,” Daniel snapped.
Good point.
Jack turned to watch Teal'c and Carter practice and was instantly regretful. "Carter! What the hell are you doing?"
She was skating from side to side, studying the puck and the goal and occasionally holding her stick out to gaze down its length. She glanced up at him. "Determining the correct angle and speed that I need to put the puck precisely into the upper corner of the net. I watched a few games on TV and took some notes, and I think statistically the upper right corner is the least guarded place on the goal."
Pairing: None
Category: Team, Humor, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal'c, Makepeace, gen, Siler
Warning: none
Author on LJ surreallis
Author's Website: Mindrot
Link: Face-Off
Why This Must Be Read:
This was one of the first SG-1 stories I read, and it still makes me smile whenever I think of it. One night at a bar, set to prove SG-1's overwhelming coolness once and for all, Jack bets Makepeace that SG-1 can beat SG-3 in a hockey game. Only later does he realize that while SG-3 has a team of Marines who move effortlessly on the ice, Jack has a Jaffa who is very good at hitting the puck hard anywhere but at the net, a physicist who spends too long calculating the precise angle and velocity necessary for her shots, and an archaeologist who has never been on skates before.
With Siler helping them in goal and a late-in-the-game strategy on how to use Daniel's flailing clumsiness, can SG-1 pull it together or will they have to turn in their "overwhelming coolness" badges? Put down any water (because I guarantee a laugh) and enjoy the game.
When Jack called them together at center ice to work on some puck handling, Daniel continued to circle around the boards. The others stood and watched him for a moment.
“Daniel?”
“Be there in a second.” Daniel tilted in a bit, pushing with one skate as if he were on a skateboard, and his course corrected by minute degrees, taking him on a circuit just slightly closer to the center. Jack had to give him credit, he was going at a good clip now, and he was smoother, despite the fact that he was staring at the ice in front of him and still had that ‘big arms’ thing going on for balance. They needed to practice with the puck though.
“Daniel!”
“I’m trying!” Again there was another correction and Daniel skated by, a little closer to them.
Sam hid a laugh behind one bulky glove. Jack blew a frustrated breath out through his nose and turned away from the circling archeologist. He dumped several pucks on the ice.
“Okay, slap shots. I’ll do one; you guys practice. Um, try not to hit Daniel as he circles in for a landing.”
He took a few shots on goal, some of the trepidation over the challenge fading away as he felt that old familiar tug and ache in his muscles. The right moves came back to him instantly as if he’d never left the game. Like riding a bike, you just never forgot. He put several pucks in the net, pausing each time Daniel passed in front of it.
“I’m almost there!” Daniel called.
Jack glanced briefly skyward in irritation. “You know, Makepeace’s archeologist played hockey in college, Daniel!” he called back.
"Makepeace's archeologist also misread important cultural signs on P2X-300 and came home married to Makepeace,” Daniel snapped.
Good point.
Jack turned to watch Teal'c and Carter practice and was instantly regretful. "Carter! What the hell are you doing?"
She was skating from side to side, studying the puck and the goal and occasionally holding her stick out to gaze down its length. She glanced up at him. "Determining the correct angle and speed that I need to put the puck precisely into the upper corner of the net. I watched a few games on TV and took some notes, and I think statistically the upper right corner is the least guarded place on the goal."