I keep opening work in progress files, sighing and closing them again.
Stealing this idea from
rei_c because I think I need a brain reboot.
Give me 3-5 words and a fandom and I will do you a comment fic.
Maybe knocking out some wee litte fics will get my brain going again...
Stealing this idea from
Give me 3-5 words and a fandom and I will do you a comment fic.
Maybe knocking out some wee litte fics will get my brain going again...
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Daniel, scar, P90, ritual.
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Daniel sounds so indignant and confused that Jack has to fight very hard to resist laughing. "You got a staff blast to the chest and you're surprised by this?"
"Maybe it hurts more when someone shoots me who is a friend," Daniel grumbles, watching Janet poke and prod at his shoulder and trying not to flinch.
"You ran right in front of me when I was shooting at rioting villagers. You're lucky you only ended up winged."
"Winged?" Daniel's voice has hit a scarily high register and Jack receives the death-glare for Janet, the do not upset the patient one that usually precedes Jack being booted out of the infirmary on his ass.
"They weren't rioting anyway," Daniel grumbles and Jack feels the anger boil up that he'd been willing to let go of since he'd shot Daniel.
"You say ritual, I say murderous mob bent on tearing us limb from limb," Jack grunts. "To-may-to, to-mar-to."
"I could've talked them into-"
"Only killing us a little bit?" Jack interrupts and Daniel rolls his eyes, huffing dramatically.
"Well, since the bullet only grazed you, it shouldn't leave a scar. I want you to take it easy though," Janet says, taping down the last of the guaze over Daniel's shoulder.
"See, I didn't shoot you after all. Just grazed you."
Janet turns, eyes narrowed and Jack backs up, hands out. "Okay, okay, I'm going."
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Of all the SGC personnel, only Janet can do that to Jack :)
heee... thank you for this.