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FBR - "Slot A into Slot B"
Title: Slot A Into Slot B
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kellifer_fic
Rating G
Prompt: Sam/Rodney - scientists never read instruction manuals.
Summary:“Oh for heaven’s sake, yes, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
This fic is forsurrealphantast
“Slot A into slot B,” Rodney mumbled.
“What did you call me?”
Rodney looked up at Sam and blinked. “Nothing. I said slot… oh har har,” he grumbled but Sam just offered him a cheeky grin. “It’s lovely that Jack O’Neill rubbed off on you.”
“Now Rodney, that’s just dirty,” Sam admonished, her grin spreading impossibly wide and Rodney rolled his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I forgot that you were five,” he snapped, ducking his head back towards the task at hand.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” she asked, eyeing him dubiously.
“Oh for heaven’s sake, yes, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
“Because it looks wrong.”
“Define wrong?” Rodney sat back on his heels and cocked his head, running his eyes over his handiwork.
“Not right?” Sam quipped and then frowned, scratching her chin. “No, there’s something definitely missing.”
“You know Jack left instructions, right?” Daniel called from the other side of the room and his own project that was looking completed. He had an A4 page spread out on the floor in front of him and was looking at it pointedly.
“I do not need the cave scratchings of that Neanderthal to put something this basic together,” Rodney snapped peevishly, eyeing Sam who had circled and was now hiding a smirk behind her hand.
“Oh, alright, what?” he demanded, finally giving up.
“Um, it just might be a little hard to ride, is all,” Sam offered.
“Why?” Rodney asked, scratching his chin.
“Well,” Sam said, circling again the bright blue bicycle that Rodney had put together. “The pedals are on backwards, I’m pretty sure the handlebars should be on the front and…” Sam paused dramatically. “There’s no seat.”
“Oh for-“ Rodney stalked over to Daniel, snatched up the paper he had laid on the ground and stalked back over, muttering under his breath the entire time. “This is why I hate children. They should be kept in incubators until they’re twenty.”
“You didn’t have to come, you know,” Daniel pointed out, standing and wheeling his own assembled bike towards the rack that had been set up by Jack earlier in the day.
Rodney looked from Daniel to Sam, flushed bright red and then held the instructions up in front of his face.
“Oh shut up!”
Author:
kellifer_ficRating G
Prompt: Sam/Rodney - scientists never read instruction manuals.
Summary:“Oh for heaven’s sake, yes, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
This fic is for
surrealphantast“Slot A into slot B,” Rodney mumbled.
“What did you call me?”
Rodney looked up at Sam and blinked. “Nothing. I said slot… oh har har,” he grumbled but Sam just offered him a cheeky grin. “It’s lovely that Jack O’Neill rubbed off on you.”
“Now Rodney, that’s just dirty,” Sam admonished, her grin spreading impossibly wide and Rodney rolled his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I forgot that you were five,” he snapped, ducking his head back towards the task at hand.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” she asked, eyeing him dubiously.
“Oh for heaven’s sake, yes, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
“Because it looks wrong.”
“Define wrong?” Rodney sat back on his heels and cocked his head, running his eyes over his handiwork.
“Not right?” Sam quipped and then frowned, scratching her chin. “No, there’s something definitely missing.”
“You know Jack left instructions, right?” Daniel called from the other side of the room and his own project that was looking completed. He had an A4 page spread out on the floor in front of him and was looking at it pointedly.
“I do not need the cave scratchings of that Neanderthal to put something this basic together,” Rodney snapped peevishly, eyeing Sam who had circled and was now hiding a smirk behind her hand.
“Oh, alright, what?” he demanded, finally giving up.
“Um, it just might be a little hard to ride, is all,” Sam offered.
“Why?” Rodney asked, scratching his chin.
“Well,” Sam said, circling again the bright blue bicycle that Rodney had put together. “The pedals are on backwards, I’m pretty sure the handlebars should be on the front and…” Sam paused dramatically. “There’s no seat.”
“Oh for-“ Rodney stalked over to Daniel, snatched up the paper he had laid on the ground and stalked back over, muttering under his breath the entire time. “This is why I hate children. They should be kept in incubators until they’re twenty.”
“You didn’t have to come, you know,” Daniel pointed out, standing and wheeling his own assembled bike towards the rack that had been set up by Jack earlier in the day.
Rodney looked from Daniel to Sam, flushed bright red and then held the instructions up in front of his face.
“Oh shut up!”