One, Two, Look at My Shoe
By Sarga
Written March 14, 2010
Summary: Stargates are pretty tricky beasts. One wrong move and you might come out as spaghetti on the other end... Written for the LJ Community "Fanfic Bake-off" prompt: Tangle
"We don't need to worry about radio interference, sir." Major Samantha Carter informed her superior officer. "From the signals strength of transmissions from the LEM, we just need to set up the signal boosters every hundred meters or so."
"The big long cord," Colonial Jack O'Neill supplied. See, he paid attention.
"Right. And attach these." Sam held up a repeater encased in metal.
"Gotcha. Lay down the line and we can keep in touch with the mining crew. Sounds like a plan." Jack nodded, showing he knew enough to get the job done. He really didn't want any more details. "Let's pack-up and head out."
Dr. Daniel Jackson's sonic-boom of a sneeze startled everyone into silence.
"Sorry..." Daniel sniffled. "Allergies are acting up again."
The team shrugged it off and headed out to prepare for departure.
- - - - - - - - - -
"One, two buckle my shoe..." Jack muttered as he and Teal'c waited on the new planet for their team mates.
"Your shoe has no buckle. One only needs to look to see this." Teal'c replied.
Jack sighed and opened his mouth to reply, only to be distracted by Sam and Daniel as they collapsed in a tangle of wire, limbs and equipment.
"Having fun, guys?"
Sam's arms flailed as she explained the situation.
"Daniel sneezed on our way in, sir. Seem's he knocked the cord from its spindle."
"Sleeping beauty couldn't keep his hands to himself, huh?"
Teal'c raised an eyebrow at Jack's sarcastic response.
"Was it not you who said it plainly?" Teal'c looked back at the pair who were failing to disentangle themselves from their equipment.
"Said what?" Jack looked on.
"It takes two to tangle."