Title: Clap On, Clap
Off
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Words: 251
Summary: The weather is
just crazy off-world, isn't it?
Notes:
This was written for the contrelamontre weather challenge, but
then I realized it had no slash.
"I hate the rain. Carter, you know I hate the rain, right? It runs down your neck, gets in your ears, makes you all wet…"
"Well, to be fair, the MALP didn't show any evidence of it."
"Shut up, Daniel. I don't want to be fair."
"It's not Sam's fault the weather is like this."
"Oh, c'mon, Daniel. It's like one of those sound-sensitive lamps."
The other looked puzzled, and as if he wasn't sure that his friend was quite right in the head.
"You know," the first said, gesturing vaguely in a very unhelpful way.
"No, I don't. Explain it to me."
"You know, those lights were you clap and it turns on or off? C'mon, Daniel, they're not that new."
The second blinked at him.
The rain stopped.
"Well, it stopped, didn't it?" Daniel said.
The first, Colonel Jack O'Neill, rolled his eyes. "Just watch. I'll show you how much it's like a sound-activated light. See—clap on," he clapped and it suddenly started pouring again, "clap off," another clap and the rain stopped, "like one of those lamps. I swear."
Jack took the advantage of the dry moment to pull off his baseball cap and shake the accumulated rain off. Suddenly sheets of icy cold water pelted from the sky, and Jack slammed the cap back on his head, grumbling under his breath.
Daniel smiled wryly. "No. If it were like one of those lamps, then it wouldn't start raining until you said 'clap on'."
"Semantics," Jack groused.