Gen Fic Day: My WIP list
sg_fignewton has weeped for the absence of SG-1 gen fic in recent days, so...Teamy goodness everywhere on the flist! Yay!!!! Of course, I have to participate in "GEN FIC DAY" in some form or another.
Unfortunately, I have too much of a headache to come up with something (and please, my drabbles are 1000 words long). So...Here's some snippets from the WIP folder:
Sam Story:
She licked her lips, wincing at the rawness in her throat. “Water?” she was able whisper.
A cool cup held by other hands was before her in an instant. She looked over. Daniel was holding the cup. Colonel O’Neill and Teal’c scrunched in the doorway behind him. How the heck did they all fit in this cramped space? She was feeling claustrophobic. Willing down another wave of nausea, she grimaced. “Help me up.”
Strong hands lifted her to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly, and she blinked back dizziness. Her father supported her from behind as her teammates squeezed back through the door and led her to the relatively more spacious section of the ship. Before she knew it, she was sitting on a low bench, Colonel O’Neill on one side, Teal’c on the other. Once situated, which meant she ended up leaning against the reassuring presence of Teal’c, her father patted her arm and murmured, “I’ll be right back.”
Loose Threads:
Daniel frowned, eyebrows knitted together. "So, it's like a self-fulfilling prophecy."
Sam nodded. "Essentially. We never go back in time because we already went back in time."
He was still not convinced. "But what happened to our alternates? Do you think they lived out the rest of their lives in Ancient Egypt?"
Sam tried to explain. "Actually, Daniel, they weren't really alternates. They were us."
"How can they be us, Colonel Carter, if we are here and never went there?" Teal'c interrupted.
"Well, theoretically..."
Jack O'Neill interrupted from behind them. "Ah! What did I tell you guys about this? You're giving me a headache."
They all grinned. "Sorry, sir," Sam said.
He waved away the apology. "Come on, the steaks are ready."
"Meaning they've been charred beyond recognition," quipped Daniel.
"Funny, Daniel. You get to clean the grill for that remark."
Making the Band: Sam
"You're late."
Sam shook her head as she slid into the restaurant booth, noting that a Diet Coke for her had already been ordered, and some of an appetizer sampler had been consumed. "I'm so sorry, Cass. There was a..." she glanced around at the public locale "...a situation, and I just couldn't leave."
"What are they going to do without you?" Cassandra chuckled ruefully. "I already ordered the chicken special for you, as well as some munchies. I figured you'd be starved and skipping lunch and trying to cram as much as possible into your last week at the base." She pushed the plate of appetizers towards Sam.
Sam dutifully ate on one of the still warm appetizers while she tilted her head and studied the young woman. "Exactly who is supposed to be the grown up in this scenario?"
"Oh you, of course." Cassie replied dryly. "If I were truly a grown up, I would've ordered salads rather than the triple fried combo." She grabbed another mozzarella stick for herself.
These are all I've got that have...er, coherent dialogue/scenes to grab from...at least not within easy access. Heh.
Now back to work composing a fandom essay for abyssinia4077 writing my team ficathon story.
Unfortunately, I have too much of a headache to come up with something (and please, my drabbles are 1000 words long). So...Here's some snippets from the WIP folder:
Sam Story:
She licked her lips, wincing at the rawness in her throat. “Water?” she was able whisper.
A cool cup held by other hands was before her in an instant. She looked over. Daniel was holding the cup. Colonel O’Neill and Teal’c scrunched in the doorway behind him. How the heck did they all fit in this cramped space? She was feeling claustrophobic. Willing down another wave of nausea, she grimaced. “Help me up.”
Strong hands lifted her to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly, and she blinked back dizziness. Her father supported her from behind as her teammates squeezed back through the door and led her to the relatively more spacious section of the ship. Before she knew it, she was sitting on a low bench, Colonel O’Neill on one side, Teal’c on the other. Once situated, which meant she ended up leaning against the reassuring presence of Teal’c, her father patted her arm and murmured, “I’ll be right back.”
Loose Threads:
Daniel frowned, eyebrows knitted together. "So, it's like a self-fulfilling prophecy."
Sam nodded. "Essentially. We never go back in time because we already went back in time."
He was still not convinced. "But what happened to our alternates? Do you think they lived out the rest of their lives in Ancient Egypt?"
Sam tried to explain. "Actually, Daniel, they weren't really alternates. They were us."
"How can they be us, Colonel Carter, if we are here and never went there?" Teal'c interrupted.
"Well, theoretically..."
Jack O'Neill interrupted from behind them. "Ah! What did I tell you guys about this? You're giving me a headache."
They all grinned. "Sorry, sir," Sam said.
He waved away the apology. "Come on, the steaks are ready."
"Meaning they've been charred beyond recognition," quipped Daniel.
"Funny, Daniel. You get to clean the grill for that remark."
Making the Band: Sam
"You're late."
Sam shook her head as she slid into the restaurant booth, noting that a Diet Coke for her had already been ordered, and some of an appetizer sampler had been consumed. "I'm so sorry, Cass. There was a..." she glanced around at the public locale "...a situation, and I just couldn't leave."
"What are they going to do without you?" Cassandra chuckled ruefully. "I already ordered the chicken special for you, as well as some munchies. I figured you'd be starved and skipping lunch and trying to cram as much as possible into your last week at the base." She pushed the plate of appetizers towards Sam.
Sam dutifully ate on one of the still warm appetizers while she tilted her head and studied the young woman. "Exactly who is supposed to be the grown up in this scenario?"
"Oh you, of course." Cassie replied dryly. "If I were truly a grown up, I would've ordered salads rather than the triple fried combo." She grabbed another mozzarella stick for herself.
These are all I've got that have...er, coherent dialogue/scenes to grab from...at least not within easy access. Heh.
Now back to work composing a fandom essay for abyssinia4077 writing my team ficathon story.