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[skroberts]

Another series. I couldn't help it. The words "solitary" and "bunny wabbit" found in Parts 3 and 4, respectively.

::gasp:: All parts are 100 words! ::astounded::

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Title: Broken, Part 1
Prompt: "solitary" and "bunny wabbit"

I can't believe this is happening.

I've been left behind.

After Iraq, I swore that would never happen again, to me or anyone on my team.

I guess I failed at that.

I'm not even sure what happened.

All I remember is that we were running to the Gate, and suddenly, I collapsed.

Sometime later, I woke up in a world of pain. I think I broke my back; it sure hurts like hell.

There's no sign of my team anywhere.

I never thought I'd actually be glad to be left behind.

At least it means they made it home.

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How in the world did I get in this hole?

And why is it so damned uncomfortable?

Oh, yeah. Broken back.

Must've hit my head, too. Having a hard time focusing.

Uh, what was I just thinking?

Hole! I'm in a hole.

You'd think with my military training, I would've seen that and avoided it as we were running.

Guess not.

Not my fault the natives started to go berserk, causing our little frolic through the forest.

What's wrong with those people, anyway? What part of "peaceful explorers" didn't they understand?

Oye.

My whole body hurts.

I need a nap.

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Sleeping's nearly impossible while in this much pain.

Good thing I passed out.

I don't know how long I've been here like this, doing my best impression of a pretzel.

I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever be found.

With my luck, the natives'll get me. That's just not gonna be a pretty sight.

I need some help.

Soon.

It sorta reminds me of an Easter egg hunt, in a weird way.

I'm like that solitary egg that never gets found. The one you find months or years later, all rotten and spoiled.

There will be nothing left of me.

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Am I even still alive?

I really can't tell anymore.

My senses are mindless fuzz.

Wait.

I heard something.

A noise in the foliage above.

Someone's coming.

Better not be the natives.

Move along. Nothin' to see here. Just a bunny wabbit hangin' out in a hole in the ground.

Crap. Even the talk in my head's goin' weird. I must be pretty bad.

I can't believe this is happening.

They found me.

My team actually found me.

"Don't worry, Jack. We're taking you home. You'll be okay."

I thought they were long gone.

"No one gets left behind, O'Neill."

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And hey, even one for randyfangame...

Title: More Loopiness
Prompt: "let's misbehave"
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Spoilers: "Window of Opportunity"

Jack looked up from his Fruit Loops once again, Daniel's voice coming from across the table in the commissary, "Anyway, I'm sorry, but that just happens to be how I feel about it. What do you think?"

O'Neill looked at Daniel with disgusted eyes. He poured the Fruit Loops in his spoon back into the bowl and placed the spoon aside. He scooted his chair back and stood up slowly. He gently picked up the bowl and stared at Daniel. He then proceeded to dump his cereal -- milk and all -- over Daniel's head. The archeologist tensed up a little because the milk was still cold. Jack had almost no expression at all on his face, not even a smirk. He made a casual 180 degree turn and walked away from the table.

Carter stared at him as he walked away. "Colonel?"

Jack didn't respond.

Daniel remained amazingly calm as tears of milk ran down his face and glasses, a pile of rather soggy cereal atop his head. "I guess he didn't want the rest of his Fruit Loops."