The Games People Play Chapter 6--Evasive Action
Title: Evasive Action
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: AU "Since when do you read Elizabeth Barrett Browning?" Sam wanted to know.
Rating: G
Length: Around 500 words
Category: Gen
Pairings/Charaters: Daniel/Sam friendship; Daniel/Vala implied
A/N: The Games People Play Part 6. The series follows current cannon to the end of 10x09, Company of Thieves. Written for fic101.
Evasive Action
He didn't know Sam was behind him until her hand brushed his shoulder. He jumped, his elbow striking the coffee cup on the table beside him. They both moved to catch it, but the cup tottered onto its side, spilling the brown liquid all over the notebook he'd been scribbling in.
Daniel shoved his chair back to avoid a coffee bath while Sam dove for the napkins. She sopped up the mess and they both carried napkins and notes over to the nearest trash can. She dumped the napkins into it while he tried in vain to salvage the last hour's work.
Vala's cold had postponed the day's offworld mission, since SG-1 had been scheduled to rendezvous with some of her old smuggling contacts. SG-3 and SG-12 had both brought back artifacts that appeared Mayan in origin, though they'd been visiting two separate worlds this week. Daniel had been itching to start a comparative analysis of their finds, and had decided to take the unexpected opportunity and get started. He'd been occupied with it for most of the morning, but fresh coffee had seemed like an appropriate reason for a break. He'd told himself that at least he could bring his notes with him.
"Sorry," Sam murmured apologetically.
"Oh…s'okay," Daniel shrugged.
"So," she smirked. "Since when do you read Elizabeth Barrett Browning?"
Daniel pursed his lips, raising his eyebrows as if in surprise at the question. "I read lots of things," he said vaguely.
"We borrow books from each other all the time. I've never seen that one in your collection," she pointed out.
"Oh. Well--you must have missed it," he smiled, heading quickly back toward the table.
"Right," Sam snickered, moving to sit on the other side.
"Sam, I'm a scholar. I keep lots of books around for research purposes," he said.
"You've done research on 19th century British poets?" Sam raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"I…think understanding the literature of any period is important to having an accurate view of the culture it comes from," he coughed.
"Sure, Daniel," she looked down at the table to hide a grin.
"What?" he demanded.
"Nothing. That was really smooth, by the way. Reading her love poetry to get yourself out of trouble," Sam said mischievously.
"Good thing I just happened to have Elizabeth Barrett Browning handy," he shrugged again.
"I'll say. So, where'd you get it?" she persisted.
"Get what?" he asked, feigning confusion.
"The poetry book, Daniel," Sam rolled her eyes.
"Oh. I dunno," he said absently, turning his attention back to his notebook.
"Daniel, I've been your friend for ten years. In all that time you've never not known where you got any book you own," Sam said, reaching to snatch the pencil from his hand.
He let out an exaggerated sigh and looked up again. "Well, if you must know, I got it--"
"UNSCHEDULED OFFWORLD ACTIVATION!"
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: AU "Since when do you read Elizabeth Barrett Browning?" Sam wanted to know.
Rating: G
Length: Around 500 words
Category: Gen
Pairings/Charaters: Daniel/Sam friendship; Daniel/Vala implied
A/N: The Games People Play Part 6. The series follows current cannon to the end of 10x09, Company of Thieves. Written for fic101.
Evasive Action
He didn't know Sam was behind him until her hand brushed his shoulder. He jumped, his elbow striking the coffee cup on the table beside him. They both moved to catch it, but the cup tottered onto its side, spilling the brown liquid all over the notebook he'd been scribbling in.
Daniel shoved his chair back to avoid a coffee bath while Sam dove for the napkins. She sopped up the mess and they both carried napkins and notes over to the nearest trash can. She dumped the napkins into it while he tried in vain to salvage the last hour's work.
Vala's cold had postponed the day's offworld mission, since SG-1 had been scheduled to rendezvous with some of her old smuggling contacts. SG-3 and SG-12 had both brought back artifacts that appeared Mayan in origin, though they'd been visiting two separate worlds this week. Daniel had been itching to start a comparative analysis of their finds, and had decided to take the unexpected opportunity and get started. He'd been occupied with it for most of the morning, but fresh coffee had seemed like an appropriate reason for a break. He'd told himself that at least he could bring his notes with him.
"Sorry," Sam murmured apologetically.
"Oh…s'okay," Daniel shrugged.
"So," she smirked. "Since when do you read Elizabeth Barrett Browning?"
Daniel pursed his lips, raising his eyebrows as if in surprise at the question. "I read lots of things," he said vaguely.
"We borrow books from each other all the time. I've never seen that one in your collection," she pointed out.
"Oh. Well--you must have missed it," he smiled, heading quickly back toward the table.
"Right," Sam snickered, moving to sit on the other side.
"Sam, I'm a scholar. I keep lots of books around for research purposes," he said.
"You've done research on 19th century British poets?" Sam raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"I…think understanding the literature of any period is important to having an accurate view of the culture it comes from," he coughed.
"Sure, Daniel," she looked down at the table to hide a grin.
"What?" he demanded.
"Nothing. That was really smooth, by the way. Reading her love poetry to get yourself out of trouble," Sam said mischievously.
"Good thing I just happened to have Elizabeth Barrett Browning handy," he shrugged again.
"I'll say. So, where'd you get it?" she persisted.
"Get what?" he asked, feigning confusion.
"The poetry book, Daniel," Sam rolled her eyes.
"Oh. I dunno," he said absently, turning his attention back to his notebook.
"Daniel, I've been your friend for ten years. In all that time you've never not known where you got any book you own," Sam said, reaching to snatch the pencil from his hand.
He let out an exaggerated sigh and looked up again. "Well, if you must know, I got it--"
"UNSCHEDULED OFFWORLD ACTIVATION!"