Dead Airman Walking
Author's Note: Re-post. Was going to be a series, but didn't turn out quite that way... So now it seems to be a short little one-page bit of Daniel / Coffee humor.
Disclaimer: The show is property of a few companies whose names flash on the screen after every episode and yet I still can't seem to remember them, but the point is, it (unfortunately) does not belong to me. Airman Frank Lopes is my character, and if you had an Airman Frank Lopes in one of your stories, he's not the same Airman Frank Lopes that is mentioned (a lot) in the short piece of writing below, so put away that paper with your lawyer's number on it. Please?
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For Airman Frank Lopes, it was just another ordinary morning at the SGC. It was Frank's job to guard a locked door to an empty room on level six, if you can even call it a level. All that was ever there was the elevator, the empty room, the locked door, the 10'x10' cube of concrete that connected the elevator to the door, and himself. Why exactly did he guard that pointless room? He honestly didn't know. He had to admit, though, it was a pretty boring job.
But that's not where he was at the moment. See, he had just gotten on duty, therefore just woken up not an hour earlier. So, naturally, he had a need for caffeine in the form of some nice, hot, delicious coffee. Mmmm. Therefore, he was currently standing in front of a coffee machine in the SGC 'cafeteria', as he called it.
There were two coffee machines at the SGC, one was currently empty, and Airman Lopes was using the second.
"Darnit!" he muttered to himself as the flow of coffee from the machine slowed to a trickle. "Out of coffee! Who would've guessed?"
But, his cup a little over half-full, he was satisfied. "Not as much as I was hoping to get, but it'll do," he said to himself.
Unfortunately, he hadn't noticed someone, specifically Dr. Daniel Jackson, walk up to the second coffee machine, and attempt to get coffee from it.
Lopes looked up from his cup at Jackson. "That one's empty; they both are, actually. I think I got the last cup. Er, sorry."
Had Frank Lopes knew who he was talking to, he probably would've chosen better words. Unfortunately, being a guard on level six, he didn't really have the opportunity to familiarize himself with some of the SGC personnel. Poor guy.
Upon seeing Jackson's disappointment quickly turn to a death glare, Lopes decided he'd better listen to the nagging voice in the back of his head, which was simply stating, If you valued your head, you would be running now...
"Hey, HEY! COME BACK HERE!" He heard Jackson's voice echoing down the hallway as he ran for the elevator, coffee secure in hand. Luckily, he made it. As the elevator doors started to close, he saw Jackson round the corner about 150 feet down the hallway. Silently, he shook his head. He suddenly felt sorry for people with a caffeine addiction.
He got off the elevator at level six, and watched the doors close as the elevator resumed its journey upwards, to pick up some people coming in for duty, no doubt.
He casually leaned against a wall, and sighed. Yup, his job may be boring, but at least he was safe, for the moment...
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Author's Second Note (Because I Like To Talk) (And Because I'm Scrambling To Make This Story Long Enough To Make You Have To Use The Scrollbar) (Just Kidding About That Part): Please review! I don't want to lose my muse (ha, that rhymes!) to remote areas of the Caribbean again! However, flames no, constructive criticism yes.