Kav_100- First Impressions (001: Beginnings)
Title: First Impressions
Author: scarlet_gryphon
Rating: PG-13
Words: 600
Warnings: None
Prompt: 001-Beginnings
Timeline: ~Early Season 2 of "SG-1".
Notes: x-posted to kavtolanon. Spoken words in italics = different language.
The sounds of the SGC faded as Nate stepped out of the elevator and made his way towards the Robotics Labs on Level 24, his arms full of paperwork and file folders. As he reached the Robotics Labs, he heard someone swearing vehemently in Greek. He stopped just outside the threshold and looked hesitantly in. A woman was elbow deep in one of the FREDs, her wavy brown hair held back in a ponytail, though a few locks had managed to escape and were falling across her face. Nate stepped silently into the room, setting the folders and paperwork down on one of the few clear spaces he could find on the nearest counter.
‘Having problems?’ he asked dryly, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms nonchalantly across his chest.
‘Stupid piece of- What?’ She switched back to English as her head snapped up and a pair of eyes the color of aged cognac met his own blue-grey. She looked at him with annoyance, or at least as much annoyance as could be conveyed from behind safety-glasses that magnified her eyes to twice their normal size. Nate smirked, amusement making one corner of his mouth twitch upwards momentarily.
‘Who are you?’ the woman demanded, attempting to extricate her hands from the innards of the FRED without damaging it or her.
Nate shrugged. ‘Doctor Peter Kavanagh.’ True enough, since that’s what the records said. He’d thought about getting his name legally changed to match the SGC’s clerical faux pas, but had decided against it. It was one of those things in life, he had decided, that didn’t really matter much in the grand scheme of things. The people who truly mattered knew who he really was and that counted for everything in his book. ‘And you?’ he countered.
‘Brooks Rice. Could you hand me that socket wrench over there?’ She asked, managing to free one of her hands.
Nate turned and saw the wrench Rice had mentioned. He picked it up and walked the few paces it took to be close enough to hand it to her. ‘What’s wrong with it?’
‘Hell if I know. SG-14 brought it back after their latest mission, saying it had just stopped working just as they were about to send it back through the ‘Gate. Good thing they were so close; otherwise, I’d have to go off-world.’ She told him, taking the socket wrench and turning back to the stricken FRED.
‘Oh, and that’s a bad thing?’
Rice snorted. ‘It is if you’ve got allergies like mine that don’t respond to antihistamines very well.’
‘Ah. I see.’
Nate fell silent, content to just watch Rice work. After a few minutes the woman growled softly under her breath and spun around, the socket wrench held loosely in her left hand. ‘What’re you just standing there for? Don’t you have something to do, somewhere to be?’
He shook his head. ‘Nope. I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I’m your new assistant until the higher-ups figure out what to do with me.’
She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously and then sighed. ‘Oh, alright then.’ She said finally. ‘You can sort out that paperwork you brought with you and then you can start on the cataloging.’
‘Cataloging? What sort of cataloging is there to-?’
Rice smiled at him. It was the sort of smile a cat might give a particularly slow and stupid mouse that was, for the moment, too amusing to eat right away.
‘Oh, you’ll see. You’ll see.’
Damn. And here he thought this was going to be easy.
Author: scarlet_gryphon
Rating: PG-13
Words: 600
Warnings: None
Prompt: 001-Beginnings
Timeline: ~Early Season 2 of "SG-1".
Notes: x-posted to kavtolanon. Spoken words in italics = different language.
The sounds of the SGC faded as Nate stepped out of the elevator and made his way towards the Robotics Labs on Level 24, his arms full of paperwork and file folders. As he reached the Robotics Labs, he heard someone swearing vehemently in Greek. He stopped just outside the threshold and looked hesitantly in. A woman was elbow deep in one of the FREDs, her wavy brown hair held back in a ponytail, though a few locks had managed to escape and were falling across her face. Nate stepped silently into the room, setting the folders and paperwork down on one of the few clear spaces he could find on the nearest counter.
‘Having problems?’ he asked dryly, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms nonchalantly across his chest.
‘Stupid piece of- What?’ She switched back to English as her head snapped up and a pair of eyes the color of aged cognac met his own blue-grey. She looked at him with annoyance, or at least as much annoyance as could be conveyed from behind safety-glasses that magnified her eyes to twice their normal size. Nate smirked, amusement making one corner of his mouth twitch upwards momentarily.
‘Who are you?’ the woman demanded, attempting to extricate her hands from the innards of the FRED without damaging it or her.
Nate shrugged. ‘Doctor Peter Kavanagh.’ True enough, since that’s what the records said. He’d thought about getting his name legally changed to match the SGC’s clerical faux pas, but had decided against it. It was one of those things in life, he had decided, that didn’t really matter much in the grand scheme of things. The people who truly mattered knew who he really was and that counted for everything in his book. ‘And you?’ he countered.
‘Brooks Rice. Could you hand me that socket wrench over there?’ She asked, managing to free one of her hands.
Nate turned and saw the wrench Rice had mentioned. He picked it up and walked the few paces it took to be close enough to hand it to her. ‘What’s wrong with it?’
‘Hell if I know. SG-14 brought it back after their latest mission, saying it had just stopped working just as they were about to send it back through the ‘Gate. Good thing they were so close; otherwise, I’d have to go off-world.’ She told him, taking the socket wrench and turning back to the stricken FRED.
‘Oh, and that’s a bad thing?’
Rice snorted. ‘It is if you’ve got allergies like mine that don’t respond to antihistamines very well.’
‘Ah. I see.’
Nate fell silent, content to just watch Rice work. After a few minutes the woman growled softly under her breath and spun around, the socket wrench held loosely in her left hand. ‘What’re you just standing there for? Don’t you have something to do, somewhere to be?’
He shook his head. ‘Nope. I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I’m your new assistant until the higher-ups figure out what to do with me.’
She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously and then sighed. ‘Oh, alright then.’ She said finally. ‘You can sort out that paperwork you brought with you and then you can start on the cataloging.’
‘Cataloging? What sort of cataloging is there to-?’
Rice smiled at him. It was the sort of smile a cat might give a particularly slow and stupid mouse that was, for the moment, too amusing to eat right away.
‘Oh, you’ll see. You’ll see.’
Damn. And here he thought this was going to be easy.