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I haven't done a drabble post in a long time, so I figured I'd get them all out at once. Whew!
Here are some SG-1 drabbles from my modified 100 drabble challenge, which began entirely too long ago. Only seven left!
Teal'c vs. Vala
003. Ends.
It had come to this:
A showdown.
There was no time to reflect, no time to ponder strategy. It was kill or be killed. Vala let her shot fly just before he managed to get into position.
It ricocheted off the board behind her target. She swore, moved to recapture the advantage, but he was already aiming, lining up his own shot.
She shot wildly, caused him to lose concentration for the split second she needed, but now she needed to move again.
Teal’c was faster. He moved almost leisurely, let the basketball fly to the hoop.
Nothing but net.
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Two Apocadrabbles. Set in the same universe as "Year One."
075. Shade.
It was ironic that the only place left for them was the cabin.
“Thor will come back,” Jack said confidently once they’d arrived in his old, beat-up truck.
Sam still wasn’t saying much, but she didn’t have to. They both knew they were presumed dead.
Sam hoped Daniel made it off-world before the end.
The cabin was surrounded by tall trees and the water of the pond out back and no kind of civilization for miles around.
Sam closed her eyes as she walked in the shade, the late summer sun diffused into a million shifting patterns on the ground.
090. Home.
Sam didn’t recognize Earth from space anymore. The swaths of brown cut across the face of the continents, as if a knife had been drawn across North America, Europe, Asia and then had gone to completely gouge out South America.
She turned her face from the display and caught him watching her.
Annoyed, she gave him a little glare. She wasn’t going to break. Not again.
He looked pleased by this.
“Ah, home sweet home.”
Sam considered that a moment, looked back down at the strange new world they were going to save.
She moved to him. “No. Not anymore.”
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Three unrelated drabbles
091. Birthday
“Sorry, fellas, but we better be off. It’s Daniel’s birthday today and we wouldn’t want to miss the party.” Jack clapped the village chief on the shoulder and hoisted himself to his feet.
The chief’s son looked confused and said, “Birth-day?”
“Yeah, you know, presents, balloons…cake,” Jack said, to identical expressions of amusement from his team.
He turned to his father, who shared his confused expression.
“A celebration of the day one was born,” supplied Daniel helpfully.
The two shrugged, and bid farewell to their guests.
As they stepped through the ‘gate, Daniel remarked, “No birthdays.”
Jack said, “No cake.”
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093. Thanksgiving.
Jack hoisted the very heavy turkey off the counter. He didn’t have a formal dining room, but it didn’t seem to matter to his guests; they looked appreciative and astonished at what Jack had to admit was a damn fine turkey.
Daniel said, “Wow.”
Teal’c spoke up first. “That is indeed a most impressive specimen of fowl, O’Neill.”
He set the platter down on the table, only having to shove the yams over just a bit. He looked expectantly at Sam.
Her eyes glinted. “Just how much beer went into the making of that bird, sir?”
He was so busted.
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089. Work.
Daniel blinked at the sight before him.
Based on what he was seeing, he had to admit that Jack had a point about work. Taking over their lives, he meant. The true success of SG-1: a team of workaholics and their fearless leader who occasionally managed to coax them to leave the mountain and fish in a lake with no fish.
He was entirely too tired.
He rubbed his eyes and blinked again. Nope, still hallucinating. He really ought to get his prescription checked again, too.
Because there was no way Jack and Sam were actually kissing in front of him.
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Special Bonus mini!OTP drabbles
088. School.
“Come on, Carter!” Jack shouted. Blue eyes peeked out from behind the door.
“No. No fucking way.”
Jack roughly shoved a hand through his hair and mumbled something under his breath. He said, “You never used that much language before.”
“Yeah, well, I might be having a little bit of a hard time adjusting,” she said, ducking back into her room.
He rolled his eyes. Inspiration struck. “We’re going to be late. For class.”
The head popped back out, eyes narrowed. “Uh uh. I realized a long time ago that being on time in high school never mattered. At all.”
087. Life.
“So…you wanna be the bad kid this time around?” Jack said thoughtfully.
Sam grinned. “I was last time, too.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m sure. What did you do…skip a class? As a senior?”
She let go of her death grip on the door. “Actually, Megan and I used to skip study hall” she ignored his snort of derision, “and shoplift cigarettes from the corner store.”
He was impressed. “Never knew you had it in you, Carter.”
She shrugged, finally coming out from behind the door. “Yeah, well, I hid it pretty well. I don’t think Dad ever found out.”
094. Independence.
He saw her outfit and finally understood her reluctance.
“Wow.”
She frowned, looked down at herself. She was wearing a skirt and blouse.
“This is my whole closet,” she sighed. “I look about twelve.”
“And,” he pointed out, “Like your mother--who, by the way, is stuck in the 50’s-- dresses you.”
She glowered, although the expression on her fifteen-year-old face looked adorable rather than frightening.
A pair of scissors, a much shorter skirt, and a tank top later, Jack finally convinced Carter she could leave the house.
“We’ll go shopping tonight,” he promised. “But I kinda like the skirt.”
And I swear my pirate fic is coming. Really. It's just being stupid near the middle.
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Date: 2007-03-09 08:02 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-03-09 08:15 pm (UTC)From:Drabbles are just...a lot of fun.
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Date: 2007-03-09 08:24 pm (UTC)From:“Just how much beer went into the making of that bird, sir?”
He was so busted.
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Date: 2007-03-09 09:18 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-03-10 12:11 am (UTC)From:Good luck with your pirate fic. I'm looking forward to it.
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Date: 2007-03-10 02:04 am (UTC)From:Thanks!
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Date: 2007-03-10 02:05 am (UTC)From:Thanks!
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Date: 2007-03-10 02:06 am (UTC)From:I'm so glad you liked Thanksgiving!
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Date: 2007-03-10 04:59 am (UTC)From:But I loved the apocafic ones - I'll have to search out the fic of which you speak. I don't think I've read it.
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Date: 2007-03-10 05:41 am (UTC)From:I really love the apocafic 'verse, although looking back I can see some of the flaws I was too close to before--that's the way it always is, though.
I think I shied away from mini!otp at first out of the fear that it would be like those awful teenage fics in other fandoms, the ones written by teenagers themselves. (Granted, I've found some like that). I finally gave them a shot when I came across one from an author I really respected, and I got hooked. ;-)
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Date: 2007-03-12 03:40 pm (UTC)From:Heeheehee - “And,” he pointed out, “Like your mother--who, by the way, is stuck in the 50’s-- dresses you.” Jack's so funneeee. *g*
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Date: 2007-03-12 07:00 pm (UTC)From:That line of Jack's--well, it was just so *Jack.*
All that to say...I'm really glad you liked them. I was nervous about my little foray into mini!OTP madness.