Hi folks, first off, I'd like to thank everyone for their generous comments regarding my last story. Your reviews are always wonderful and are much appreciated. Thank you! I know I said I wasn't going to write for a while but I couldn't resist this challenge from the drabble group list.
It's just a short fun piece in response to a challenge posted on the drabble list to write a short story filled with Alliterations. (tongue twisters in other words) So, have fun trying to get your tongue around this little fic. bg
Saving a Sorry Old Soldier
By LetitiaRichards
Category: Humour.
Season: Any with the Original SG-1 team.
Summary: A Terrible time for the team and their tortured trailblazer.
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Swiftly, Sam swung her shoulder under Sirs, securing him.
"Dammit, Daniel, don't dither, just do it!" the distressed officer demanded, ready to deny the discomfort with dogged determination.
Daniel did so, dodging the daggers his friend was directing at him from those dark eyes as he desperately helped drag him from danger.
Jumping and jerking they jogged along on their journey. Jack was jostled, jaundiced from jagged pain, his jowls juxtaposed to their more jolly faces for a jubilant exit. Jack just felt jaded and jinxed.
Suffering in silence, he saw the Stargate shimmer in the sun, seduced by the superlative spectacle. Salvation was to be found through its silvery surface. Solace and support awaited, SGC side.
Grounded again on Gaia, the gurney granted him a grateful gap in grimacing.
Janet jogged beside Jack, his injury just enough to justify the judicious jog to where her jurisdiction ruled.
Friends later found the fighter free from fuss, fatigued but fine, though fitful and fidgety.
He hated hospitals. Holed up for hours and hours without hope of heading home.
An embarrassing enigma entailed their entry onto the earth-like planet Entrovina. His ego expertly endangered by the eccentricity of the extraordinary egg-heads exiled there, but the expected execution was evaded by their excellent escape.
"So," Sam said as she sought a space to sit beside him. "We saved your skin, Sir."
"Yes, you did," O'Neill opined oddly out of sorts when his optimism was dragged down the drain by Daniel's obvious delight which still dogged him.
The laconic language he let loose on his laughing linguist was, to say the least, lurid.
However, Daniel doggedly dressed him down with due denouncement. Daring him to deny the dereliction of diplomacy which degenerated into a dynamic disaster with dire dangers a plenty.
Well and truly whipped, the woebegone warrior yielded to the younger man's words.
Jack, jacked it in, feeling like a jackass for being a jerk.
His latest lesson learned, he luxuriated in the life he lived. Loved by his kids enough to not leave him. At least he was alive!
The End
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1 or the characters. No copyright infringements intended. Not getting paid for this and I doubt they would pay me anyway.