The Games People Play Chapter 11--Boot Scoot
Title: Boot Scoot
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: AU "Colonel Mitchell," Teal'c asked blandly. "What is a Boot Scoot?
Rating: G
Length: Around 700 words
Category: Humor
Pairings/Charaters: Daniel/Vala; mostly a Gen fic
A/N: Part 11 of The Games People Play. The series follows current cannon to the end of 10x09, Company of Thieves. Takes place a few weeks after the Halloween party. fic101.
Boot Scoot
Teal'c's eyebrow rose at the loud, unmistakable blare of Mitchell's boom box coming from the commissary. He clasped his hands behind his back and continued up the hall, pausing when he reached the doorway. The portable stereo was on the table in front of the CO, predictably playing a country music CD, but this wasn't one that Teal'c recognized. The rhythm was catchy, but the Jaffa could make little sense of the lyrics.
…Yeah, heel, toe, dosie doe come on, baby, let's go boot scootin
Cadillac black jack, baby meet me outback we're gonna boogie
Oh get down, turn around go to town boot scootin' boogie…
"ColonelMitchell," Teal'c inquired blandly. "What is a boot scoot?"
Cam's hands stopped tapping the table in time with Brooks And Dunn, and he tilted his head up at his teammate. "It's a line dance," he explained.
Teal'c raised a questioning eyebrow.
Cam opened his mouth to elaborate and closed it again with a sigh. "There's no way you're gonna get it unless you see it," he decided, getting to his feet. "C'mon, help me move some tables. Anyone here wanna learn the Boot Scoot?"
***
Daniel's jaw dropped as he and Vala reached the commissary door. Inside, Mitchell, Teal'c, several off duty airmen, and Dr. Lam were doing what he thought was a country line-dance to the music of a boom box that someone had brought onto the base.
"Oh, the Boot Scoot!" Vala squealed.
"You know how to do that?!?" Daniel exclaimed.
"Well, no, I've never done it. I've only seen it on television. Come on, darling!" she urged, grabbing his arm.
"Vala, I don't know how," he protested.
"Neither do I, Daniel. Mitchell will show us. Come on!" she insisted, hopping off to join the line.
***
"Are you people all crazy?" General Landry bellowed over the racket. The rapidly growing line of dancers broke off, looking nervously from Cam to the general and back again.
Cam ran a hand over his face and moved to turn off the music while Landry stomped inside, followed hesitantly by Richard Woolsey. With the music off, he turned again, and he and the rest of the Air Force personnel came to attention.
"Mitchell, was this your idea?" Landry demanded.
"Yessir," Cam replied.
Landry gestured toward the boom box. "Your stereo?"
"Yessir," came the response.
"And what is it doing here?" Landry asked, bushy eyebrows shooting up.
"Well, sir, uh…my Discman was broken…" Cam coughed.
Landry sighed heavily. Turning to Woolsey, he shook his head. "Mr. Woolsey, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on around here."
"Looks like the Boot Scoot to me, General," Woolsey smiled, crossing the room to turn the CD on again.
***
"Maybe it's some kind of alien contaminant," Sam speculated, turning a wide eyed expression on Jack.
"Nah," he grinned. "Just a typical day at the SGC. I miss this place, Carter."
"Ho, all right, hold up!" Cam called, raising a hand as he spotted them. "Looks like we're gonna need more room."
"Where can we go to find more room?" Vala frowned. "All the labs are full of equipment. Offices and personal quarters are smaller than this room. Not to mention the fact that they all have furniture that it would take half the day to move. And anyway, some of it's nailed to the floor.
"How do you know that…?" Daniel asked, taking her arm with a glare.
"Um…"
"I know where we can go," Landry grinned, forestalling the couple's argument.
***
Elizabeth's eyes bulged as she stepped through the 'Gate. A portable stereo sat on the ground at the bottom of the ramp, and against the opposite wall, Generals Landry and O'Neill, along with all of SG-1, Carolyn Lam, Master Sergeant Siler, and Chief Master Sergeant Harriman, and Richard Woolsey were doing the Boot Scoot.
Beside her, John grinned widely and started down the ramp. Then he paused, turning back to her with a frown. "Elizabeth, why don't we ever do this on Atlantis?"
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: AU "Colonel Mitchell," Teal'c asked blandly. "What is a Boot Scoot?
Rating: G
Length: Around 700 words
Category: Humor
Pairings/Charaters: Daniel/Vala; mostly a Gen fic
A/N: Part 11 of The Games People Play. The series follows current cannon to the end of 10x09, Company of Thieves. Takes place a few weeks after the Halloween party. fic101.
Boot Scoot
Teal'c's eyebrow rose at the loud, unmistakable blare of Mitchell's boom box coming from the commissary. He clasped his hands behind his back and continued up the hall, pausing when he reached the doorway. The portable stereo was on the table in front of the CO, predictably playing a country music CD, but this wasn't one that Teal'c recognized. The rhythm was catchy, but the Jaffa could make little sense of the lyrics.
…Yeah, heel, toe, dosie doe come on, baby, let's go boot scootin
Cadillac black jack, baby meet me outback we're gonna boogie
Oh get down, turn around go to town boot scootin' boogie…
"ColonelMitchell," Teal'c inquired blandly. "What is a boot scoot?"
Cam's hands stopped tapping the table in time with Brooks And Dunn, and he tilted his head up at his teammate. "It's a line dance," he explained.
Teal'c raised a questioning eyebrow.
Cam opened his mouth to elaborate and closed it again with a sigh. "There's no way you're gonna get it unless you see it," he decided, getting to his feet. "C'mon, help me move some tables. Anyone here wanna learn the Boot Scoot?"
***
Daniel's jaw dropped as he and Vala reached the commissary door. Inside, Mitchell, Teal'c, several off duty airmen, and Dr. Lam were doing what he thought was a country line-dance to the music of a boom box that someone had brought onto the base.
"Oh, the Boot Scoot!" Vala squealed.
"You know how to do that?!?" Daniel exclaimed.
"Well, no, I've never done it. I've only seen it on television. Come on, darling!" she urged, grabbing his arm.
"Vala, I don't know how," he protested.
"Neither do I, Daniel. Mitchell will show us. Come on!" she insisted, hopping off to join the line.
***
"Are you people all crazy?" General Landry bellowed over the racket. The rapidly growing line of dancers broke off, looking nervously from Cam to the general and back again.
Cam ran a hand over his face and moved to turn off the music while Landry stomped inside, followed hesitantly by Richard Woolsey. With the music off, he turned again, and he and the rest of the Air Force personnel came to attention.
"Mitchell, was this your idea?" Landry demanded.
"Yessir," Cam replied.
Landry gestured toward the boom box. "Your stereo?"
"Yessir," came the response.
"And what is it doing here?" Landry asked, bushy eyebrows shooting up.
"Well, sir, uh…my Discman was broken…" Cam coughed.
Landry sighed heavily. Turning to Woolsey, he shook his head. "Mr. Woolsey, I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on around here."
"Looks like the Boot Scoot to me, General," Woolsey smiled, crossing the room to turn the CD on again.
***
"Maybe it's some kind of alien contaminant," Sam speculated, turning a wide eyed expression on Jack.
"Nah," he grinned. "Just a typical day at the SGC. I miss this place, Carter."
"Ho, all right, hold up!" Cam called, raising a hand as he spotted them. "Looks like we're gonna need more room."
"Where can we go to find more room?" Vala frowned. "All the labs are full of equipment. Offices and personal quarters are smaller than this room. Not to mention the fact that they all have furniture that it would take half the day to move. And anyway, some of it's nailed to the floor.
"How do you know that…?" Daniel asked, taking her arm with a glare.
"Um…"
"I know where we can go," Landry grinned, forestalling the couple's argument.
***
Elizabeth's eyes bulged as she stepped through the 'Gate. A portable stereo sat on the ground at the bottom of the ramp, and against the opposite wall, Generals Landry and O'Neill, along with all of SG-1, Carolyn Lam, Master Sergeant Siler, and Chief Master Sergeant Harriman, and Richard Woolsey were doing the Boot Scoot.
Beside her, John grinned widely and started down the ramp. Then he paused, turning back to her with a frown. "Elizabeth, why don't we ever do this on Atlantis?"