Fighting Dirty
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stringertheoryTitle: Fighting Dirty
Rating: PG
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c
Word Count: 1219
Categories: humor, team
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Early seasons.
Summary: A recon mission goes a little astray and things get a bit... dirty. Good ol' fashioned teamy goodness.
Written forfignewton for the Fall Fandom Free-For-All.
P7C-314 was muddy. Very muddy. A rainstorm had recently passed through—the team could see its remnants crawling away over the distant mountains—and the resulting downpour had left behind puddles, wet foliage, and lots and lots of mud.
The team had become well acquainted with all three, splashing across puddles, pushing through wet leaves, and squelching in mud as they made their way deeper into the trees that surrounded the Gate. Though nobody directly complained, it was clear that the less-than-favorable conditions were dampening the mood. The frown Sam gave her scanner was a bit closer to a scowl and every time they paused for a moment, Daniel would tug off his glasses for a quick wipe, clearing them of the condensation that kept building up in the humidity. Even Teal'c, stoic as he was, had a very distinct air of displeasure as they tromped through the forest. Only Jack appeared unperturbed by the conditions.
“We on the right track?” he asked Sam as they stopped to check their bearings.
“Yes, sir,” she answered. She pivoted first to the right, then to the left, her eyes glued to the scanner in her hand. “The readings we picked up on the scan indicated that the—whatever it is—should be about another klick due north,” she said, pointing in that direction.
“Right-o,” Jack said as they headed off again, Teal'c in the lead with Sam, Jack, and Daniel bringing up the rear. Jack pushed through a low-hanging branch, scattering rainwater on Daniel as he let it go. He ignored Daniel's quiet, sarcastic, “Thanks.”
“What, exactly, are we looking for, Carter?”
“I'm not sure, sir. There was an odd anomaly in the magnetic scan we did of the planet. It could be anything—part of the planet's natural magnetic field, some sort of geologic disturbance—”
“Big, shiny space guns?”
Sam managed not to roll her eyes though, behind Jack's back, Daniel indulged.
“Technology is a possibility, sir.”
“Well, let's hope for it, shall we?” Jack absentmindedly reached up and pulled on a few needles hanging from a branch just above his head, releasing them as he passed under. Daniel's sigh as the water from that branch and the few surrounding it fell on his head was almost a hiss. “The brass is really pushing for us to bring back some toys from our trek across the galaxy.”
“Yessir.”
Up ahead, Teal'c nimbly stepped over a fallen tree and around a particularly muddy patch of ground on the other side. Sam followed suit, rounding the mud hole on instinct alone as she still had all her attention focused on the device she held. Jack stepped onto the tree and deftly jumped past the mud.
Daniel, glancing up with interest at the canopy, didn't notice the slick ground underfoot until he was lying on his back on it. The others turned back quickly at his sharp, “Ack!”
When they saw his predicament, the concern on their faces quickly faded. Sam was gainfully fighting a smile, but Jack was openly smirking. Daniel glared at them both as he sat up, shaking both his hands in a futile attempt to clear them of mud. As Jack opened his mouth—no doubt with a wisecrack ready to go—Daniel was struck with a sudden urge. Not stopping to think about his actions, he grabbed a handful of mud and lobbed it at Jack. The muck hit Jack on the neck, splattering up the side of his face and dribbling down his front. Jack stood stock still, stunned. Daniel smiled blithely back at him.
A quickly muffled snort of laughter came from Sam's general direction and Jack turned to her. “Something funny, Carter?” he asked as he slowly backed toward Daniel.
“No, sir,” Sam replied, her tone belying her words.
“Really?” Jack drawled.
Understanding and self-preservation kicked in a split second too late and Sam caught a fistful of mud square in the chest. She looked down at it for a moment and then, quick as lightning, dropped into a crouch. The mud she threw covered an impressive area, hitting Jack with such velocity that it splashed on to Daniel as well. He swiped a finger across each lens of his glasses and flung the collected mud back on the ground before pulling a sleeve across his face.
For a moment, everyone stared at one another. Then the air became thick with mud. There was a half-hearted attempt to make it to cover at the start, with Jack and Sam, the two upright combatants, edging toward nearby trees or bushes. Instead, all three stuck in, mud flying through the air with wild abandon, covering everyone. Small giggles kept escaping from Sam as she tossed handfuls of mud at the others, and Daniel's hair was so coated it had begun to twist together like dreads.
From a distance, Teal'c watched the battle in bemusement. As he contemplated continuing on to their destination and then returning to collect the others after completing their mission, a wayward blob of mud missed its target and landed with a plop on his shirt sleeve.
Teal'c eyed it. The others stopped mid-fight to stare at it, too. Sam had one arm cocked, hand full of mud that dribbled through her fingers. Daniel was kneeling, both hands in the muck.
Jack cleared his throat. “Ah, Teal'c—”
Slowly, Teal'c bent and laid down his staff weapon. Then, just as deliberately, he scooped up an incredibly large amount of mud. The others, frozen in tableau, could only watch with wide eyes as the load was launched in their directions.
Three hours later, coated in partially-dried mud, they reemerged through the Gate and into the Gate room. Sam was attempting to maintain some sense of decorum, but she was losing the battle against the smile that kept threatening to break across her face. Jack was grinning and trotted down the ramp toward the waiting general like he'd just won a particularly juicy bet. Daniel was vainly wiping his glasses on the least dirty part of his clothes, and squinted good-naturedly at Hammond as the group approached him.
Teal'c, pristine expect for the mud caking his boots and the single splotch on his sleeve, brought up the rear. As the team halted at the base of the ramp, he stared solemnly back at the shocked general.
Hammond gaped at them. “What on Earth happened to you all?”
“Ah, on P7C-314, you mean, sir,” Jack said.
“Colonel—” Hammond began, a warning in his tone.
“Just a bit of mud, sir,” Jack replied.
“There'd been a lot of rain recently,” Daniel added.
“It was very muddy, sir,” Sam said.
Hammond continued to look from one to the other.
“Permission to hit the showers, sir?” Jack asked.
Hammond nodded and waved a hand toward the door. “Be my guest.”
He watched at the dirty troupe shuffled past him. As the sound of their retreat faded down the hallway, he turned and looked up at the control room. Walter met his gaze and shrugged. Shaking his head, Hammond headed back to his office.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c
Word Count: 1219
Categories: humor, team
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Early seasons.
Summary: A recon mission goes a little astray and things get a bit... dirty. Good ol' fashioned teamy goodness.
Written for
fignewton for the Fall Fandom Free-For-All.P7C-314 was muddy. Very muddy. A rainstorm had recently passed through—the team could see its remnants crawling away over the distant mountains—and the resulting downpour had left behind puddles, wet foliage, and lots and lots of mud.
The team had become well acquainted with all three, splashing across puddles, pushing through wet leaves, and squelching in mud as they made their way deeper into the trees that surrounded the Gate. Though nobody directly complained, it was clear that the less-than-favorable conditions were dampening the mood. The frown Sam gave her scanner was a bit closer to a scowl and every time they paused for a moment, Daniel would tug off his glasses for a quick wipe, clearing them of the condensation that kept building up in the humidity. Even Teal'c, stoic as he was, had a very distinct air of displeasure as they tromped through the forest. Only Jack appeared unperturbed by the conditions.
“We on the right track?” he asked Sam as they stopped to check their bearings.
“Yes, sir,” she answered. She pivoted first to the right, then to the left, her eyes glued to the scanner in her hand. “The readings we picked up on the scan indicated that the—whatever it is—should be about another klick due north,” she said, pointing in that direction.
“Right-o,” Jack said as they headed off again, Teal'c in the lead with Sam, Jack, and Daniel bringing up the rear. Jack pushed through a low-hanging branch, scattering rainwater on Daniel as he let it go. He ignored Daniel's quiet, sarcastic, “Thanks.”
“What, exactly, are we looking for, Carter?”
“I'm not sure, sir. There was an odd anomaly in the magnetic scan we did of the planet. It could be anything—part of the planet's natural magnetic field, some sort of geologic disturbance—”
“Big, shiny space guns?”
Sam managed not to roll her eyes though, behind Jack's back, Daniel indulged.
“Technology is a possibility, sir.”
“Well, let's hope for it, shall we?” Jack absentmindedly reached up and pulled on a few needles hanging from a branch just above his head, releasing them as he passed under. Daniel's sigh as the water from that branch and the few surrounding it fell on his head was almost a hiss. “The brass is really pushing for us to bring back some toys from our trek across the galaxy.”
“Yessir.”
Up ahead, Teal'c nimbly stepped over a fallen tree and around a particularly muddy patch of ground on the other side. Sam followed suit, rounding the mud hole on instinct alone as she still had all her attention focused on the device she held. Jack stepped onto the tree and deftly jumped past the mud.
Daniel, glancing up with interest at the canopy, didn't notice the slick ground underfoot until he was lying on his back on it. The others turned back quickly at his sharp, “Ack!”
When they saw his predicament, the concern on their faces quickly faded. Sam was gainfully fighting a smile, but Jack was openly smirking. Daniel glared at them both as he sat up, shaking both his hands in a futile attempt to clear them of mud. As Jack opened his mouth—no doubt with a wisecrack ready to go—Daniel was struck with a sudden urge. Not stopping to think about his actions, he grabbed a handful of mud and lobbed it at Jack. The muck hit Jack on the neck, splattering up the side of his face and dribbling down his front. Jack stood stock still, stunned. Daniel smiled blithely back at him.
A quickly muffled snort of laughter came from Sam's general direction and Jack turned to her. “Something funny, Carter?” he asked as he slowly backed toward Daniel.
“No, sir,” Sam replied, her tone belying her words.
“Really?” Jack drawled.
Understanding and self-preservation kicked in a split second too late and Sam caught a fistful of mud square in the chest. She looked down at it for a moment and then, quick as lightning, dropped into a crouch. The mud she threw covered an impressive area, hitting Jack with such velocity that it splashed on to Daniel as well. He swiped a finger across each lens of his glasses and flung the collected mud back on the ground before pulling a sleeve across his face.
For a moment, everyone stared at one another. Then the air became thick with mud. There was a half-hearted attempt to make it to cover at the start, with Jack and Sam, the two upright combatants, edging toward nearby trees or bushes. Instead, all three stuck in, mud flying through the air with wild abandon, covering everyone. Small giggles kept escaping from Sam as she tossed handfuls of mud at the others, and Daniel's hair was so coated it had begun to twist together like dreads.
From a distance, Teal'c watched the battle in bemusement. As he contemplated continuing on to their destination and then returning to collect the others after completing their mission, a wayward blob of mud missed its target and landed with a plop on his shirt sleeve.
Teal'c eyed it. The others stopped mid-fight to stare at it, too. Sam had one arm cocked, hand full of mud that dribbled through her fingers. Daniel was kneeling, both hands in the muck.
Jack cleared his throat. “Ah, Teal'c—”
Slowly, Teal'c bent and laid down his staff weapon. Then, just as deliberately, he scooped up an incredibly large amount of mud. The others, frozen in tableau, could only watch with wide eyes as the load was launched in their directions.
Three hours later, coated in partially-dried mud, they reemerged through the Gate and into the Gate room. Sam was attempting to maintain some sense of decorum, but she was losing the battle against the smile that kept threatening to break across her face. Jack was grinning and trotted down the ramp toward the waiting general like he'd just won a particularly juicy bet. Daniel was vainly wiping his glasses on the least dirty part of his clothes, and squinted good-naturedly at Hammond as the group approached him.
Teal'c, pristine expect for the mud caking his boots and the single splotch on his sleeve, brought up the rear. As the team halted at the base of the ramp, he stared solemnly back at the shocked general.
Hammond gaped at them. “What on Earth happened to you all?”
“Ah, on P7C-314, you mean, sir,” Jack said.
“Colonel—” Hammond began, a warning in his tone.
“Just a bit of mud, sir,” Jack replied.
“There'd been a lot of rain recently,” Daniel added.
“It was very muddy, sir,” Sam said.
Hammond continued to look from one to the other.
“Permission to hit the showers, sir?” Jack asked.
Hammond nodded and waved a hand toward the door. “Be my guest.”
He watched at the dirty troupe shuffled past him. As the sound of their retreat faded down the hallway, he turned and looked up at the control room. Walter met his gaze and shrugged. Shaking his head, Hammond headed back to his office.
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