Title: A Suggestion
Author: Secret Art
E-mail: secretart2003@yahoo.co.uk
Website: www.geocities.com/secretart2003
Date: 21st December 2003
Rating: PG
Category: drabble series
Pairings: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: One suggestion, one mission, one problem
Archive: where ever you want, I'm not fussy
Feedback: can only make me better
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and
story are the property of the author.
Author's note: these drabbles are for word of the week challenges, suggestion, jinx, snowman and rival. I'd been having problems with the words, but then they came to me, all at the same time.
A suggestion from upstairs, that's what they called it.
A choice without any options, do it or leave. An assignment, something no one else could do. Something he had spent too many years training for, acting out. Something they knew he would do, no questions asked, in and out with a minimum of fuss.
Hammond gave him a cover story, some meeting or something, so that his team wouldn't ask questions that he didn't have the answer too, didn't want to know the answer too.
He'd answered too many suggestions already, but he'd do this one, for old times sake.
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He often thought that he was jinxed when it came to helicopters. This only made him more convinced.
Climbing out the wreckage he surveyed the area. Thankfully he was near to the landing spot, only a few clicks away.
He thought back to the helicopter crashes he had been in, the injuries he had suffered, the missions he had failed because of them. Thankfully he managed to come out of this one unharmed and uninjured, shame about the others though.
Picking up his gear he checked his location before heading off, after all he still had a mission to complete.
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They told him the operative he was after was code named The Snowman, gave him a photo. But he didn't need a photo, he already knew 'The Snowman', had had encounters with him before, had his image permanently imprinted upon his mind. Knew what he could do, how difficult he would be to get, after all he had trained the man himself. He remembered how he got that code name, after a particularly difficult mission up in Greenland, tracking the bad guys through the snow, dressing up as snowmen to catch them. This was going to be an interesting challenge.
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He looked down the end of his gun at his enemy, and remembered the time when they were best friends, joined at the hip someone had said. But now, now the man pointing the gun back at him was his rival, the man standing between him and the completion of his mission. It should have been a mission like any other, but it wasn't, this man had been his pupil, him the master, he had taught the man everything he knew. The mission hadn't gone smoothly, as they were now standing facing each other, guns pointed at the other man.
Author: Secret Art
E-mail: secretart2003@yahoo.co.uk
Website: www.geocities.com/secretart2003
Date: 21st December 2003
Rating: PG
Category: drabble series
Pairings: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: One suggestion, one mission, one problem
Archive: where ever you want, I'm not fussy
Feedback: can only make me better
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and
story are the property of the author.
Author's note: these drabbles are for word of the week challenges, suggestion, jinx, snowman and rival. I'd been having problems with the words, but then they came to me, all at the same time.
A suggestion from upstairs, that's what they called it.
A choice without any options, do it or leave. An assignment, something no one else could do. Something he had spent too many years training for, acting out. Something they knew he would do, no questions asked, in and out with a minimum of fuss.
Hammond gave him a cover story, some meeting or something, so that his team wouldn't ask questions that he didn't have the answer too, didn't want to know the answer too.
He'd answered too many suggestions already, but he'd do this one, for old times sake.
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He often thought that he was jinxed when it came to helicopters. This only made him more convinced.
Climbing out the wreckage he surveyed the area. Thankfully he was near to the landing spot, only a few clicks away.
He thought back to the helicopter crashes he had been in, the injuries he had suffered, the missions he had failed because of them. Thankfully he managed to come out of this one unharmed and uninjured, shame about the others though.
Picking up his gear he checked his location before heading off, after all he still had a mission to complete.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
They told him the operative he was after was code named The Snowman, gave him a photo. But he didn't need a photo, he already knew 'The Snowman', had had encounters with him before, had his image permanently imprinted upon his mind. Knew what he could do, how difficult he would be to get, after all he had trained the man himself. He remembered how he got that code name, after a particularly difficult mission up in Greenland, tracking the bad guys through the snow, dressing up as snowmen to catch them. This was going to be an interesting challenge.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
He looked down the end of his gun at his enemy, and remembered the time when they were best friends, joined at the hip someone had said. But now, now the man pointing the gun back at him was his rival, the man standing between him and the completion of his mission. It should have been a mission like any other, but it wasn't, this man had been his pupil, him the master, he had taught the man everything he knew. The mission hadn't gone smoothly, as they were now standing facing each other, guns pointed at the other man.