Toast- cut 5 ways….
Category: SGA LJ GenFicathon 2012
Genre 1- Team Genre 2 Friendship
Prompt: 028 Five things
Word count: ~7,000
Spoilers: series 1-5
Content Level: PG13, gen
Content warnings: fluff, h/c, team, friendship
Summary: Ficlets-5 ways Sheppard and his team (but mostly Sheppard) are toast (1), eating toast/not hungry (2) toasty (3), raising a toast (4) and toast of the town/celebrated (5)
Author's notes: My version of one of those "5 things" fics.
1- That running away thing…
"We are so toast!" yelled McKay running slightly ahead of John, John's hand pushing him ever onward and John twisting back round to check for disgruntled locals trying to throw pointy spear things at them.
"Well, if you hadn't waved the LSD and had it rigged to Orgasmatron, they wouldn't have gotten angry with us when you tried to steal it!" John shouted back, annoyed.
"It was a half charged ZedPM!" wailed McKay.
"We know! That's not the point."
"It's exactly the point! They were using it as a lava lamp! Wait… Woody Allen? Sleepers?"
"Just keep movin' McKay!" John growled as McKay slowed, panting and red-faced with exertion. "Left or right here?" John asked.
"Left! Call yourself a pilot, it's a wonder…" but John was already steering McKay left as he spluttered. John could feel the Ancient-y tug of the Jumper ahead. Not that he would tell McKay that. Distracting him was part of the plan.
John opened the hatch with the remote as they approached, both of them headed to the front to start powering up. Ronon and Teyla dashed in half a minute later. Within moments John had the Jumper lifting off, even as the dull clang of something pointy and probably spear shaped bounced reassuringly off the hull.
All was quiet in the cabin except for the sounds of rushed breathing and the wiping of sweat off brows. John knew it wouldn't last long, and one side of his mouth quirked up in a smile as McKay started to reach for one his vest pockets.
"God, I'm starving!" the scientist muttered, one hand gripping his tablet, the other still groping in a vest pocket. Sheppard flipped open a tac vest pocket, leaned over and placed a Powerbar on the console in front of him. McKay didn't notice, just frowned deeper in thought, poking at the tablet with a huff- his quest for food momentarily derailed - until Ronon's offering gently thwapped him on the back of his head.
McKay turned round quickly, all ready to berate him until he saw the shiny wrapper on the floor.
"Hey, what was that….! Oooh…..peanut butter!" he scooped it up, ripping open the wrapper and stuffing half of it in, in one go.
Sheppard could hardly bear to watch, he glanced back at the others but found only smiles and glances that said everything's okay, situation normal. He turned back to the HUD and the window and ignored the power bar crumbs littering the console and the wrapper on the floor of Jumper One. Crumbs were easier to sweep and clean up than blood and guts. He'd take crumbs any day.