Author: gothfeary (a.k.a. Kat)

Title: Rule # 10

Series: This is why we have Rules

Rating: T for some swearing and explosions.

Summery: Rule 10) Grenades are not toys. DO NOT play catch with them. a) Knock it off SG-3!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, but I do own the stupid situations I put these poor characters into! Oh, and SG-3. I own them, but I'll share with you guys!

A/N: Several people have urged me to write the story behind some of the rules from "Things Not to do at the SGC." I'm not going to write a story for all 200 (and counting!) rules, just my favourites. So, here we go! Oh, I also know that it may seem like I took the names of two members of SG-1 to make someone new, but I actually named this character after one of my best friends, who just happens to be a bit of a pyro.

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"SG-3 you have a go." Gen. Landry looked out onto the Gate Room from the Control Room as SG-3 left on their first mission since their archaeologist had transferred to Atlantis.
Watching the now three-man team step through the event horizon to P59-626, he heaved a small sigh. There was a mountain of personnel files to go through, waiting on his desk. After all, protocol was protocol, and every first contact team needed a civilian expert.

Meanwhile on P59-626...

"Captain, secure the perimeter. Lieutenant Hebert and I will set up camp." Colonel Blair McEnvoy looked over his 2IC with tired green eyes; he had been doing double paper work since Jeff left for Atlantis. Captain Cameron Jackson grinned that idiot grin he was so well known for, and with a mock salute, turned on his heel to walk the standard perimeter around the gate.

"Have fun Dave!" he called over his shoulder as Dave and Blair headed for the clearing the MALP had scouted out as base camp the day before. Cameron knew Blair was going to make Dave do all the heavy lifting.

It had taken the better part of 4 hours, but the three men had set up the base camp that would serve for them and a team of botanists who were coming through the gate later that evening.
"I'm bored," bemoaned Lieutenant Dave Hebert from his resting spot beneath a nearby tree, "man, do I hate the quiet planets."

"What, you want to be ambushed, taken prisoner and tortured to death time and time again?" The wry sarcasm dripped from his commanders voice. "Cuz' me, not so much." Blair shot a quick glare out from under the brim of his hat.

"Well, it is boring, Sir. Not a single thing for us to do!" Cameron hated to admit it, but Dave was right. Silence fell over the small group for a moment, when suddenly, Dave shot up.

"Let's play catch or something guys." The sparkle in his blue eyes, and excitement of breaking the monotony quickly caught on to the other two. The grin that had broken out on Captain Jackson's face faltered slightly as he looked around for an object to use. There was nothing. Not a single rock, not a single piece of equipment that weighed less than 5 pounds or cost less than five thousand dollars.

"Uh, guys slight problem here."

"What the hell are we gonna use?" Colonel McEnvoy had even found himself caught up in the promise of relieving the boredom.

Dave thought for a moment before reaching for his pack and rapidly digging through it. After a moment of hunting and cursing, he had found what he was looking for. Proudly, he held up his treasure. It was palm sized, rounded, and black. With a shiny metal piece by a handle…

"A grenade! Are you fucking serious?" shouted his team mates.

"Why the hell not? It's not like the pin can just fall out!" Dave shot back, "plus I'm bored!"

He did have a point.

Everything was going fine, the worry about playing with explosives having worn off in the first 10 minutes. That is, until the end of the first hour. Lieutenant Hebert had moved on to trick throws roughly 20 minutes into the game. In the process of throwing the grenade around his back in the direction of Captain Jackson, he noticed something cool and metal was around his pinkie.

"The pin came out. Hit the deck!" he screamed at Cameron. Cameron turned dead white and dived to the left, out of the way of the incoming explosive.

"Oh SHIT!"

Col. McEnvoy dropped to the ground right as the little black grenade landed in the sleeping tent. And somewhere out from behind the cloud of flying debris and smoke came the dry sound of Col. McEnvoy's voice, "Dave, you are so freaking dead when we get back to Earth."

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