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Stargate Drabble Prompt #61
Write a story with a unique pairing. One that you would never see in the show--it doesn’t have to be romantic in nature, just write about two characters interacting that you’ve never seen, or would like to see more of. Please tag your story with #stargatedrabbles or pm with a link to reblog
Fingers
Fingers. Long, slender, manicured.
Distracting.
Hers.
The way they glided across the paper, tracing the letters with certainty.
The way they played with the pen, twirling it with ease and elegance.
The way they drummed on the table in a captivating rhythm, a familiar beat he remembered from last night.
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Daniel's voice snapped him out of his daydream.
Jack blinked and stared into expectant faces. General Landry and SG-1 were waiting for an answer from him. To a question, he had already forgotten.
He should really, really, really start focusing on the debriefing instead of fantasizing about Carter’s fingers.
Blanket - Stargate Drabbles-Week 6
She blames her moment of vulnerability on exhaustion. And when he corners her in her lab with concern in his eyes, she tells him the truth. That she’s having nightmares. That she can’t stop seeing that thing coming after her. He listens, nods and leaves. When he returns with coffee a moment later, his fingers graze hers reassuringly as he slides it over to her.
That night she lies in bed, dreading the heart pounding terror and cold sweat that will inevitably awaken her during the night. She finds herself fighting the fatigue threatening to pull her under when she hears the quiet knock on her door. Her chest tightens nervously and she knows it has to be him.
The first thing she notices when she opens the door is his mussed hair, sweatpants and t-shirt; and she steps aside to let him in. There’s something in his eyes that makes her stomach flutter and without a word, he locks the door, wraps his fingers around hers, and gently tugs her towards the bedroom.
He kicks off his shoes and lays on top of the blanket as she slips underneath. And when he pulls her against him and wraps his arm around her protectively, warmth and relief envelope her like a impenetrable cocoon.
She feels her heavy eyelids fall and sighs as the solid thud of his heart lulls her to sleep; knowing that tonight, he will watch over her. As her breathing deepens, she feels his soft lips brush against her head and his fingertips graze her back, and wonders if she’ll ever feel this safe again.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate SG-1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Vala Mal Doran, Cameron Mitchell (Stargate), baby! Daniel Jackson Additional Tags: stargatedrabbles, stargate drabbles, aged down, Baby Fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition, one word prompt Series: Part 29 of Stargate Drabbles Summary:
Do you even baby? Because Daniel does. Vala deals with the ramifications of sudden child care. ~~~~ I wrote a story to my own prompt. How the turntables have--
For Stargate Drabbles week 4 prompt - Scrubs
Sam groans softly as she lifts a hand to her face, rubbing her eyes before managing to pry them open. She blinks slowly as she gathers herself, her eyes staring aimlessly at the IVs in the back of her hand and the various plasticky bracelets snapped around her wrist. She looks up when she hears a sound on the other side of the room, finding Jack standing next to the window with a bundle in his arms. He was dressed in blue scrubs and his hair was still a little damp around the edges.
"Hey," She murmurs to get his attention, the corners of her mouth lifting in a smile when he turns around.
"Hey," He smiles back as his shoulders drop in relief before he walks over to the bed.
"Why're you wearing that?"
"Turns out it's frowned upon to show up in the maternity ward covered head to toe in mud," Jack laughs quietly as he sits down on the side of her bed, shifting his grip on their daughter so Sam can see her better, “She’s perfect."
Sam smiles and pushes herself so she can sit up a little more before nodding in agreement as she watches her daughter sleep.
A/N: So, this fic is for week 9 of the Stargate Drabbles Challenge. The options were willow tree, fall (season or action), or bitter. I chose willow tree because as we know from the show it connects to Sam’s childhood memories. Also, although it doesn’t explicitly mention it, Sam’s totally pregnant with Ava Grace here.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG1 or any of its characters, but if I did this def would’ve happened.
Sealing the Deal
Sam & Jack were in the process of searching for their first house together. They’d looked at plenty of houses over the past month or so, but none of them seemed quite right for them. Today though, they were touring a two story craftsman that on the outside seemed promising. They toured the inside as well and it seemed to meet all of their specifications. The backyard is what sealed the deal though. It had a willow tree. The way Sam’s face lit up when she saw the large tree in the middle of the yard was enough to tell Jack that this was the one. “Where do we sign?” Jack asked the realtor.
Stargate Drabbles Prompt# 59
Here’s your writing prompt:
Write about something the team won that needs to be lost, or something lost that needs to be re-won. Please tag #stargatedrabbles, or send a DM with a link for reblogging.
Don’t Say Goodbye
“Aveo… amacuse.” A farewell spoken in an ancient language.
The meaning, however, transcended time and space and shattered Sam’s heart. “Goodbye, my friend.”
Goodbye, my love.
Final and irrevocable.
Separated by an impenetrable barrier, the image of his empty stare burned itself into her memory, never to be forgotten as long as she lived. Tears pricked at her eyes as her fingers touched the cool surface, memorizing every line of his face and trying to touch him one last time.
No, not the last time.
I’ll find a way, she promised herself. She couldn’t say goodbye, not now, not ever.
