SG1 driblet
Sep. 3rd, 2003 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
applecameron'Bout 150 words. Dedicated to elke_tanzer, who in the course of conversation Sunday, reminded me that the intersection of SF/F and humor is what I love the best.
"Briefing"
by Apple Cameron, Sept 2003.
Briefing. Hour 5. Tok'ra and General Hammond, and Major Davis, and 3 uber-geeks from Area 51.
Jack's head had been in his hands, elbows on the table, for the preceding 45 minutes.
Hammond leaned back. "I think that's about it. People?"
Daniel lifted his pencil. "Um, I have a question."
"Ah, yes, the mating call of the wild archeaologist." came the voice from underneath that bowed head.
The conference table was, for the most part, silent. Carter looked down at her papers and noticeably bit her upper lip.
Even Teal'C suppressed a smile.
Jack looked up. "What?"
The colonel then proceeded to exchange a complicated series of non-verbal communications with Dr. Daniel Jackson. Carter and Teal'C could read most of it, but they stayed quiet.
Finally, Jack and Daniel turned toward the head of the table, wearing matching innocent looks.
Hammond spoke. "Moving along..."
"Briefing"
by Apple Cameron, Sept 2003.
Briefing. Hour 5. Tok'ra and General Hammond, and Major Davis, and 3 uber-geeks from Area 51.
Jack's head had been in his hands, elbows on the table, for the preceding 45 minutes.
Hammond leaned back. "I think that's about it. People?"
Daniel lifted his pencil. "Um, I have a question."
"Ah, yes, the mating call of the wild archeaologist." came the voice from underneath that bowed head.
The conference table was, for the most part, silent. Carter looked down at her papers and noticeably bit her upper lip.
Even Teal'C suppressed a smile.
Jack looked up. "What?"
The colonel then proceeded to exchange a complicated series of non-verbal communications with Dr. Daniel Jackson. Carter and Teal'C could read most of it, but they stayed quiet.
Finally, Jack and Daniel turned toward the head of the table, wearing matching innocent looks.
Hammond spoke. "Moving along..."