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Ficlet the First
So, since I know myself and won't stick to the 100 words for most of these, I'll call these a series of ficlets instead...
Ficlet the First
Title: "An Archaeologist Attempts to Eat Breakfast"
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angelsgracie
Is: Daniel and pancakes
Is: Gen (Rated G)
Summary: He has a fork in one hand and a knife in the other and he has been dreaming about this all week
He has a fork in one hand and a knife in the other and he has been dreaming about this all week, so of course that is the very moment the offworld activation klaxons go off and his beeper sounds in counterpoint.
Daniel looks morosely down at the large plate of pancakes in front of him, the fact that he got up early just so he could get the first and fluffiest batch making this all the more tragic as he pushes his chair back with a grumble and walks away from them, casting one longing look backwards.
In the control room, overlooking the stargate, the smell of maple syrup makes Daniel’s head snap up.
Teal’c stands behind him, looking regal and with a plate balanced on one hand and a fork in the other. As Daniel watches, Teal’c scoops up the last remnants of what would have been a whole pile of pancakes and then notices that the plate he is holding has a small chip on the side, and Daniel remembers that chip because he had caught his finger on it while taking the plate to his table.
His pancakes
He makes a hurt puppy sound and Teal’c looks across at him. “I have learned to take nourishment from where I can find it,” Teal’c says, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug as he places the empty plate on one of the control panels, only to have an Airmen grunt in annoyance and take it away.
“But-“
Those were my pancakes, Daniel wants to moan. When Teal’c turns away, his eyes are dancing.
The strong smell of maple syrup assaults Daniel from the other side and he thinks, oh no, but then a takeout container is shoved under his nose and he’s looking at a grinning Cameron.
“You don’t think we wouldn’t have brought you some, did you?” Cameron’s eyes are dancing with the same light as Teal’c's and Daniel sighs happily, hugging the takeout container to his chest.
“Doctor Jackson, the delegates are waiting below,” Landry snaps and Daniel looks at him and then down at the Stargate and the group of ornately dressed older men clustered at the bottom of the ramp. “I’ll take that, son,” he holds out a hand and Daniel looks from his precious pancakes, to the General.
“So not fair,” Daniel grumbles, handing over the container and making his way down to the ‘gate room.
Cameron looks at Landry, who has flipped the lid of the container and has produced a fork from somewhere. “With all due respect, that is so not cool, Sir,” Cameron admonishes.
Landry blinks at him. “All’s fair in love and war.”
Ficlet the First
Title: "An Archaeologist Attempts to Eat Breakfast"
Suggested by:
angelsgracieIs: Daniel and pancakes
Is: Gen (Rated G)
Summary: He has a fork in one hand and a knife in the other and he has been dreaming about this all week
He has a fork in one hand and a knife in the other and he has been dreaming about this all week, so of course that is the very moment the offworld activation klaxons go off and his beeper sounds in counterpoint.
Daniel looks morosely down at the large plate of pancakes in front of him, the fact that he got up early just so he could get the first and fluffiest batch making this all the more tragic as he pushes his chair back with a grumble and walks away from them, casting one longing look backwards.
In the control room, overlooking the stargate, the smell of maple syrup makes Daniel’s head snap up.
Teal’c stands behind him, looking regal and with a plate balanced on one hand and a fork in the other. As Daniel watches, Teal’c scoops up the last remnants of what would have been a whole pile of pancakes and then notices that the plate he is holding has a small chip on the side, and Daniel remembers that chip because he had caught his finger on it while taking the plate to his table.
His pancakes
He makes a hurt puppy sound and Teal’c looks across at him. “I have learned to take nourishment from where I can find it,” Teal’c says, lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug as he places the empty plate on one of the control panels, only to have an Airmen grunt in annoyance and take it away.
“But-“
Those were my pancakes, Daniel wants to moan. When Teal’c turns away, his eyes are dancing.
The strong smell of maple syrup assaults Daniel from the other side and he thinks, oh no, but then a takeout container is shoved under his nose and he’s looking at a grinning Cameron.
“You don’t think we wouldn’t have brought you some, did you?” Cameron’s eyes are dancing with the same light as Teal’c's and Daniel sighs happily, hugging the takeout container to his chest.
“Doctor Jackson, the delegates are waiting below,” Landry snaps and Daniel looks at him and then down at the Stargate and the group of ornately dressed older men clustered at the bottom of the ramp. “I’ll take that, son,” he holds out a hand and Daniel looks from his precious pancakes, to the General.
“So not fair,” Daniel grumbles, handing over the container and making his way down to the ‘gate room.
Cameron looks at Landry, who has flipped the lid of the container and has produced a fork from somewhere. “With all due respect, that is so not cool, Sir,” Cameron admonishes.
Landry blinks at him. “All’s fair in love and war.”