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Prompt 221 - Teammates - Like Any Other Day - Sarbear12456 - Stargate SG-1
Title: Like Any Other Day
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Prompt: Teammates
Warnings: None
Rating: K
Summary: The team enjoys a quiet evening off-world.
It was a quiet evening on a strange planet when four intergalactic heroes set up their camp. The sky, unlike that of their own world, was a deep purple and home to three variously sized moons. The one which appeared to be the largest, was in fact the closest, and to many it seemed to touch the ground. Where children on Earth find gold at the bottom of a rainbow, children on P3X-276, known to the locals as Dirola, found rivers of gold where the moon touched the sea. The four people, two human men, one human woman, and a Jaffa, set up camp in the companionable silence of those who had known each other and their routines for a long time. Jack and Sam set up the tents and quickly stowed their packs inside. Teal’c set up perimeter alarms and assessed the area for any hidden dangers. Daniel had rescued the coffee from the packs and was proceeding to start a fire and make everyone (except Teal’c) a cup to sooth them after a long day. Their MRE’s would not be opened until later, when they could no longer ignore their hunger. They would rip open the small packages to find food of varying shapes and texture, which invariably tasted like chicken.
“So, Daniel, any fascinating reason for us to stay here another four days?” Their leader said in an overly sarcastic voice, daring the younger man to answer in the affirmative. “Do they have a legend you want to look up? A dance you haven’t seen?” He was referring to the festival they had attended the previous evening, which the Colonel had managed to spectacularly embarrass himself by dancing with a girl…who was engaged. Fortunately, Daniel’s knowledge of people and culture and, most importantly, his experience in fending off the people Jack managed to offend, had saved them from a fight or being banned from the village. Still, he was none to determined to return.
“Ugh, actually sir, they had a herb that seemed to enhance their natural immune system. I was hoping to take some back for testing.” Seeing the Colonel’s look, she hesitantly continued, “It could be revolutionary in treating people with immune deficiencies or asthma.” Jack now looked like he was trying to melt her with his mind. Of course, he would never think of harming a teammate, but he might drag her back to the Stargate kicking and screaming.
“I also believe that it would be wonderful in treating dogs whose coats have spontaneously become fluoro coloured.” With that comment, the rest of the team snickered (or in Teal’c’s case, quirked his mouth for a second) while Jack considered why he was sick of being ridiculed. Of course, it was never anything more than fun, or payback for similar comments, but it was something he did not bear well. Then again, he usually played practical jokes on those who mocked him, so even his team was only game to try once or twice a year. One unmentioned time, one practical joke was retaliated to with another, and the descent into immaturity was only stopped by General Hammond’s stern order that practical jokes were to cease, lest the SGC’s ongoing bets and lists posted on the noticeboard (that no member of SG-1 could find or had ever seen) would be taken down. Given the amount of money many had invested in the running betting pools, the pranks stopped immediately.
On one fine night, on P3X-276, four people sat in companionable silence, like any other day.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Prompt: Teammates
Warnings: None
Rating: K
Summary: The team enjoys a quiet evening off-world.
It was a quiet evening on a strange planet when four intergalactic heroes set up their camp. The sky, unlike that of their own world, was a deep purple and home to three variously sized moons. The one which appeared to be the largest, was in fact the closest, and to many it seemed to touch the ground. Where children on Earth find gold at the bottom of a rainbow, children on P3X-276, known to the locals as Dirola, found rivers of gold where the moon touched the sea. The four people, two human men, one human woman, and a Jaffa, set up camp in the companionable silence of those who had known each other and their routines for a long time. Jack and Sam set up the tents and quickly stowed their packs inside. Teal’c set up perimeter alarms and assessed the area for any hidden dangers. Daniel had rescued the coffee from the packs and was proceeding to start a fire and make everyone (except Teal’c) a cup to sooth them after a long day. Their MRE’s would not be opened until later, when they could no longer ignore their hunger. They would rip open the small packages to find food of varying shapes and texture, which invariably tasted like chicken.
“So, Daniel, any fascinating reason for us to stay here another four days?” Their leader said in an overly sarcastic voice, daring the younger man to answer in the affirmative. “Do they have a legend you want to look up? A dance you haven’t seen?” He was referring to the festival they had attended the previous evening, which the Colonel had managed to spectacularly embarrass himself by dancing with a girl…who was engaged. Fortunately, Daniel’s knowledge of people and culture and, most importantly, his experience in fending off the people Jack managed to offend, had saved them from a fight or being banned from the village. Still, he was none to determined to return.
“Ugh, actually sir, they had a herb that seemed to enhance their natural immune system. I was hoping to take some back for testing.” Seeing the Colonel’s look, she hesitantly continued, “It could be revolutionary in treating people with immune deficiencies or asthma.” Jack now looked like he was trying to melt her with his mind. Of course, he would never think of harming a teammate, but he might drag her back to the Stargate kicking and screaming.
“I also believe that it would be wonderful in treating dogs whose coats have spontaneously become fluoro coloured.” With that comment, the rest of the team snickered (or in Teal’c’s case, quirked his mouth for a second) while Jack considered why he was sick of being ridiculed. Of course, it was never anything more than fun, or payback for similar comments, but it was something he did not bear well. Then again, he usually played practical jokes on those who mocked him, so even his team was only game to try once or twice a year. One unmentioned time, one practical joke was retaliated to with another, and the descent into immaturity was only stopped by General Hammond’s stern order that practical jokes were to cease, lest the SGC’s ongoing bets and lists posted on the noticeboard (that no member of SG-1 could find or had ever seen) would be taken down. Given the amount of money many had invested in the running betting pools, the pranks stopped immediately.
On one fine night, on P3X-276, four people sat in companionable silence, like any other day.