Drabbles and Such
February 28th, 2004 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skrobertsDarn it. No Jack at ALL in this Friday's episode of Stargate SG-1. But at least they told me why he wasn't there, so I won't rant.
And ::squee!:: I got a SG-1 poster in the mail, and it's just lovely!! I wasn't even expecting it. Gotta love my mom. ::HUGS!::
But now, drabble time... Wow. Another series for me! And I have no idea where it came from.
Part 1 - 108 wor... Oh, all right! All four parts are 108 words each. (It's a curse.)
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Title: Unwanted (Part 1)
Author: S.K.Roberts
We aren’t wanted here.
The hole in my arm tells me so.
***
We came through the Gate, like so many times before.
The faces we found staring at us were not friendly.
“Outsiders!” they yelled, weapons brandished.
Apparently, xenophobia is a big thing on this planet.
They tried to drive us out, kinda like the Boxers tried to do in China.
DHD was blocked.
No openings to run for it.
Daniel tried to talk to them, but it didn’t help.
I shot a few rounds into the air, trying to get them to back away.
I got a knife lodged in my shoulder for my troubles.
How rude.
Title: Unwanted (Part 2)
Author: S.K.Roberts
A blast from Teal’c staff had a better effect than my P90.
As a bit of tree was engulfed in flame, the mob backed off just enough for Daniel to start dialing, with Teal’c on guard.
The wormhole engaged, and the Iris code was sent.
We were back home before I could blink.
It was chaos in the Gateroom. After all, we usually don’t come back only minutes after embarking.
“SG-1, what’s going on?!”
“The MALP didn’t pick up any life forms, Sir, but oh, there were!”
The knife protruding from my body proved my point.
Wow. The floor is a lot closer than it’s supposed to be.
Title: Unwanted (Part 3)
Author: S.K.Roberts
How embarrassing, passing out like that.
But hey, I had an excuse.
Now I’m in the far too familiar Infirmary, again surrounded with my family.
“Why do you think they reacted so drastically, Sir?”
“I don’t know, Carter. Guess they’ve had too many visitors steal the towels or something...”
All I knew was that planet was no longer in the dialing computer.
My shoulder will heal, but there will be a scar. Just another addition to an already sizable collection.
“You okay, Jack?”
“Kinda hungry, actually. Who wants pizza?”
“Will Janet let you have it?”
Who cares?
Friends and pizza. The only way to heal body and soul.
Title: Unwanted (Part 4)
Author: S.K.Roberts
Nightmares again.
And I don’t think it’s because of that extra large pizza I had last night.
Something keeps bothering me.
Our last mission.
It’s not my injury. I’ve had much worse.
My team got home without a scratch, so that’s not it either.
Everything should be fine.
But it’s not.
They attacked us right out of the Gate.
I don’t fault them for being scared, but that kind of fear is dangerous.
No thinking, no questions. Just attacking.
They’ll never know anything different because they won’t give it a chance.
That’s not a nice bubble to live in.
***
You know, talking with yourself helps.
I sleep again.
Author’s Note: “Boxer” -- A member of a secret society in China that unsuccessfully attempted in 1900 to drive foreigners from the country by violence and force Chinese Christians to renounce their religion. / “xenophobia” -- fear of foreigners
Oh, and voting has started at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
randyfangame... So go and pick your faves!
And ::squee!:: I got a SG-1 poster in the mail, and it's just lovely!! I wasn't even expecting it. Gotta love my mom. ::HUGS!::
But now, drabble time... Wow. Another series for me! And I have no idea where it came from.
Part 1 - 108 wor... Oh, all right! All four parts are 108 words each. (It's a curse.)
=====
Title: Unwanted (Part 1)
Author: S.K.Roberts
We aren’t wanted here.
The hole in my arm tells me so.
***
We came through the Gate, like so many times before.
The faces we found staring at us were not friendly.
“Outsiders!” they yelled, weapons brandished.
Apparently, xenophobia is a big thing on this planet.
They tried to drive us out, kinda like the Boxers tried to do in China.
DHD was blocked.
No openings to run for it.
Daniel tried to talk to them, but it didn’t help.
I shot a few rounds into the air, trying to get them to back away.
I got a knife lodged in my shoulder for my troubles.
How rude.
Title: Unwanted (Part 2)
Author: S.K.Roberts
A blast from Teal’c staff had a better effect than my P90.
As a bit of tree was engulfed in flame, the mob backed off just enough for Daniel to start dialing, with Teal’c on guard.
The wormhole engaged, and the Iris code was sent.
We were back home before I could blink.
It was chaos in the Gateroom. After all, we usually don’t come back only minutes after embarking.
“SG-1, what’s going on?!”
“The MALP didn’t pick up any life forms, Sir, but oh, there were!”
The knife protruding from my body proved my point.
Wow. The floor is a lot closer than it’s supposed to be.
Title: Unwanted (Part 3)
Author: S.K.Roberts
How embarrassing, passing out like that.
But hey, I had an excuse.
Now I’m in the far too familiar Infirmary, again surrounded with my family.
“Why do you think they reacted so drastically, Sir?”
“I don’t know, Carter. Guess they’ve had too many visitors steal the towels or something...”
All I knew was that planet was no longer in the dialing computer.
My shoulder will heal, but there will be a scar. Just another addition to an already sizable collection.
“You okay, Jack?”
“Kinda hungry, actually. Who wants pizza?”
“Will Janet let you have it?”
Who cares?
Friends and pizza. The only way to heal body and soul.
Title: Unwanted (Part 4)
Author: S.K.Roberts
Nightmares again.
And I don’t think it’s because of that extra large pizza I had last night.
Something keeps bothering me.
Our last mission.
It’s not my injury. I’ve had much worse.
My team got home without a scratch, so that’s not it either.
Everything should be fine.
But it’s not.
They attacked us right out of the Gate.
I don’t fault them for being scared, but that kind of fear is dangerous.
No thinking, no questions. Just attacking.
They’ll never know anything different because they won’t give it a chance.
That’s not a nice bubble to live in.
***
You know, talking with yourself helps.
I sleep again.
Author’s Note: “Boxer” -- A member of a secret society in China that unsuccessfully attempted in 1900 to drive foreigners from the country by violence and force Chinese Christians to renounce their religion. / “xenophobia” -- fear of foreigners
Oh, and voting has started at
randyfangame... So go and pick your faves!
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Date: February 28th, 2004 11:29 am (UTC)and thanks for the pimpage!