I do not own the pretty, pretty things which all belong to Stargate SG-1 and MGM.
This is a great pity, as I would be writing one blockbuster film after another by now.
This was my first SG-1 fanfic, which I'm updating grammar-wise. Enjoy!
Any mistakes are my own. But, seeing as I'm in charge of SG-1 on this adventure, they don't count as mistakes. ;-)
Prologue.
Daniel walked slowly into his office, key card between his teeth, coffee in one hand and a pile of books and papers balanced in the other. He kicked the door wider, stumbling slightly.
The books wobbled. The coffee slopped, but miraculously stayed in the cup.
Daniel tutted and his key card fell out from between his teeth. The archaeologist sighed, paused and dropped his head to his chest.
"One day, Jackson, you'll be able to get into your office without dropping something. One day – maybe."
Daniel pushed the card with his foot across the floor, simultaneously sliding the books and papers onto his desk, at the same time keeping a close eye on the coffee cup.
Slosh, slosh – but the warm brown liquid stayed inside it's receptacle. Success! Daniel found an old receipt to use as a coaster, put the drink down and bent to pick up the key-card.
It had ended up being pushed partly underneath one of his cabinets, as he tugged it out something sparkly and silver came with it.
Daniel picked up the shiny little object, along with the keycard.
It was one of Vala's hair clips. Goodness knows how it had ended up under there.
He turned to drop it next to the emery board and nail varnish which she'd left behind last night, then paused. They were gone.
Daniel frowned. She'd definitely left them here last night – on the table in front of the couch. He'd moved them himself just before he went home. He glanced about his office. No sign of them. Hmmm.
The archaeologist rubbed his neck. It was too early in the morning for this. Had he put them somewhere else? In his bag by mistake?
Surreptitiously he peeped into his rucksack before snapping himself out of it. "Jackson, you don't wear nail varnish! Seriously!"
The sound of the alarms going off, signifying an un-authorised wormhole down in the 'gate room sent Daniel scurrying off towards Walter, and he forgot all about the lost nail varnish and emery board.
TBC...