SG-1 Alphabet

Spacegypsy1

A collection of short one shots involving SG-1 characters. First chapter: A B C D.

Chapter One: A B C D.

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A is for Annoying:

Pop!!

The small chisel slipped, nicking his finger, producing blood and a "son of a bitch!" Head whipping around, he glowered, emphatically thrusting out the extremity with the bleeding digit.

"Oh! Darling, how did that happen?" Vala reached for his hand.

"The gum!" Daniel yelled, causing her to pull back.

With a roll of her eyes, she removed the gum with finger and thumb placing it into the his palm.

Returning to his task, Daniel tossed the gooey mess aside and concentrated harder in an effort to stop himself from strangling her.

"Aren't you going to stop the…"

"Quiet!"

Vala leaned against the cave wall and closed her eyes. With a disgruntled sigh, Daniel scraped at the stone, gaze focused intently. Peace reigned all of three minutes.

It started simple enough. The rustle of movement, a soft murmur, and then full blown fidgeting took over.

"Be still." His eyes darted in her direction.

Her arm up, elbow crooked, and hand down the back of her shirt, Vala squirmed.

His head dropped to his chest. "Vala! Please sit still, this is very delicate."

Suddenly she was up! Her vest hit him in the shoulder and Daniel, surprised, flinched. Her hands were whirling around, scratching her head, neck, and as far down the back of her T-Shirt as she could reach. Like an insane dance, Vala hopped around. The T-Shirt came off, fingers digging into flesh and hair in a blur.

Fascinated and flustered he watched. When she grabbed the edge of her chemise, he'd had enough and stood. "Stop!" Taking her by the wrist, Daniel pulled Vala out into the sunlight, grabbed her by the shoulders and presented her to Teal'c. "Fix this," was all he said before wandering back into the cave, shaking his head.

B is for Babbling:

"We're late." Eyes locked on the blue jeans clad six of Carter, Jack wasn't listening to the technobabble she spouted.

"Another five minutes, Sir, and I'll be ready to go. There's this subroutine that keeps looping back and throwing out useless data. The EMs are triggering a response that's really more of a phantom wave which causes the actual delineation to shoot off some abnormalities in the defense shield's molecular structure." Leaning on her forearms, Sam peered at the calculations.

Jack smiled when she folded herself over the workstation, stretching the jeans tight across her very nice butt. "No hurry, Carter, keep doing what you're doing."

C is for Consistency

Casually Dr. Lam strolled the corridor. When the 'urgent' announcement for her to return to the infirmary had come over the mess hall speakers, interrupting her lunch with Colonel Mitchell, she'd rushed out. Just outside the door she'd had this feeling.

She'd picked up the nearest wall phone and dialed the infirmary. The information she received confirmed her suspicions. Carolyn gave the Nurse Practitioner instructions, hung up the phone, and shaking her head she continued on.

The concussion was minor, the stitches needed…less then twenty, the right little finger was dislocated- for the fourth time in her career at SGC - however…the nose might need surgery.

Before the ENT surgeon would arrive she would already be there stitching the patient's forehead.

Fighting the urge to whistle, Carolyn stuffed her hands into her lab coat pockets. Always around the third week of each month he showed up. Consistently. She'd grown accustom to it. That was Siler's routine.

D is for Dancing

"I shall do it."

"Naw, come on Teal'c, you always take the hard stuff. I'll do it."

"ColonelMitchell, I am the most capable of performing the task with the least injury."

"I should do it. I know the most about it. There's a mental aspect to it that I've read about."

Teal'c raised a brow at Daniel, while Cam eyed the archeologist speculatively.

"Well, I'm certainly not going to do it!" The three men watched as Vala stepped back out of the firelight into darkness.

Sam moved closer, peering uncertainly at the 'it' in question. "It has to be dancing? You can't just walk…or run?"

Cam shrugged, Teal'c gave her a blank stare, and Daniel frowned.

"I shall do it." Teal'c told them all again, this time with finality.

"You can dance? I've never seen a Jaffa dance." Cam looked very interested, his gaze flicking back and forth from the glowing coals spread out in a line, to Teal'c. "Okay, man, it's your call."

"I cannot dance; however, I shall make an attempt."

"Whoa there, buddy!" Cam stepped in front of the Jaffa, blocking his path. "It's dance or die. I better do this."

Daniel grabbed Mitchell by the vest, spinning him around. "You'll just end up losing both of your happy dancing feet. I'll do it!" He began to unlace his boots. "I've studied the Ungaulie for some time now. I know the rudiments of their tribal dances."

"Oh, boy." Sam murmured, gaze locked on the fiery embers.

"Too late." Vala called from the shadows and they all watched as Teal'c, barefoot, arms waving strangely over his bobbing head, danced across the burning coals.

~TBC – next.. E F G H... more silly stuff.