Teambuilding by Kiara Sayre
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sga_flashficTitle: Teambuilding
Author: Kiara Sayre
Rating: PG for language (just BS, and it's fuller form)
Disclaimer: Not mine...unfortunately.
Notes: Unbeta’d (though the position’s open if anyone wants it), so constructive criticism is greatly, greatly appreciated—I’m in this for pleasure, but also to get better.
Summary: So, an Air Force major, an astrophysicist, a Marine, and an alien get together for a game of BS…
Teyla looked skeptically at the cards Ford shuffled from his seat on the floor.
“Lieutenant, from what I understand, you were only allowed one personal item. You chose…these?”
Aiden grinned. “No, actually—my sister put this in my duffel bag before I left, along with a copy of Les Mis and a box of Thin Mints.” He blinked, and his hands slowed for a moment. “Just don’t tell anyone about the Thin Mints, okay? I’d like to actually have some.”
“What are thin mints?” Teyla asked, frowning. “For that matter, what is Les Mis?”
“Cookies and a book.” McKay followed his voice into the newly-dubbed ‘rec room’ and sat across from Ford. “God, I miss cookies and books.”
“We’ve been here for a day, McKay,” Sheppard drawled, sitting on the floor, across the table from Teyla.
“Yes, well, I happen to like reading and eating,” McKay answered. “Not to mention Girl Scout cookies are among the best things to come out of the States. Those, and Colonel Carter.”
“How does one play this game?” Teyla asked Ford pointedly.
“What’re we playing? Poker? Gin?” Sheppard asked.
“BS,” Ford replied, grinning.
“Bullshit?” McKay asked, making a face. “Is that even a card game?”
“You’re like a kid,” Sheppard muttered, grinning back at Ford.
“Here’s how it works,” Ford said, beginning to deal the cards. “I deal out the whole deck. Whoever has the ace of spades starts by putting it down, face down, and saying ‘one ace’. The person to their right then has to put down however many twos they have, also face down.”
“What if we don’t have any twos?” McKay asked.
“Then you BS it,” Sheppard answered, picking up his cards and smirking. “That’s the fun part. If one of us thinks you’re lying, we call you on it by saying BS. If we’re wrong, we get the cards. If we’re right, you get the cards. If nobody BS’s for a while, then the pile builds up, and since the object of the game is to get rid of all your cards…”
“There’s also a lot of cursing,” Ford admitted, “but I figured that with the day we’ve all had, a little cursing might be useful.” He glanced at a very blindsided Teyla. “Uh, you think you’ve got it?”
“No,” Teyla said. “But that will not stop me.”
“Right,” Ford said, smiling slightly. “Anyway, the spades are the upside-down hearts, and that’s all you really have to know for this game, ‘cause the ace of spades goes first. The card order is ace, two, three, etcetera, and after ten it’s jack, queen, king, back to ace. Do you understand?”
“I think so,” Teyla said. “Is this the ace of spades?”
“Yup,” Sheppard said. “Just put it down face down, and it’ll be Ford’s turn.”
“One ace?” asked Teyla tentatively, carefully placing the card.
“Perfect,” Ford said, picking two cards out of his hand. “Two twos.”
“Are we playing with peanut butter?” asked Sheppard.
“What in God’s name does peanut butter have to do with anything?” McKay asked.
Teyla rubbed her temples—she foresaw a headache in her future.
“It’s an optional rule,” Ford said. “Basically, after you BS, you say ‘peanut butter’ to rub it in everyone’s faces that you got away with it. Oh, right—after someone else has put down their cards, you can’t BS the person before them.”
“How about poker?” McKay suggested brightly. “Or anything I’ve actually heard before?”
“I believe it is your turn, Major Sheppard,” Teyla said.
“Right. One three.”
“Bullshit.”
“McKay, you just wanted to BS me, didn’t you?”
“I think you’re lying.”
“Take the cards, then.”
“What—damn. Ford, where did you even learn this game?”
“High school, actually. Students just like to say ‘bullshit’.”
“As do you, apparently.”
Sheppard smiled to himself. They were going to be a great team.
Assuming they didn’t kill each other.
Author: Kiara Sayre
Rating: PG for language (just BS, and it's fuller form)
Disclaimer: Not mine...unfortunately.
Notes: Unbeta’d (though the position’s open if anyone wants it), so constructive criticism is greatly, greatly appreciated—I’m in this for pleasure, but also to get better.
Summary: So, an Air Force major, an astrophysicist, a Marine, and an alien get together for a game of BS…
Teyla looked skeptically at the cards Ford shuffled from his seat on the floor.
“Lieutenant, from what I understand, you were only allowed one personal item. You chose…these?”
Aiden grinned. “No, actually—my sister put this in my duffel bag before I left, along with a copy of Les Mis and a box of Thin Mints.” He blinked, and his hands slowed for a moment. “Just don’t tell anyone about the Thin Mints, okay? I’d like to actually have some.”
“What are thin mints?” Teyla asked, frowning. “For that matter, what is Les Mis?”
“Cookies and a book.” McKay followed his voice into the newly-dubbed ‘rec room’ and sat across from Ford. “God, I miss cookies and books.”
“We’ve been here for a day, McKay,” Sheppard drawled, sitting on the floor, across the table from Teyla.
“Yes, well, I happen to like reading and eating,” McKay answered. “Not to mention Girl Scout cookies are among the best things to come out of the States. Those, and Colonel Carter.”
“How does one play this game?” Teyla asked Ford pointedly.
“What’re we playing? Poker? Gin?” Sheppard asked.
“BS,” Ford replied, grinning.
“Bullshit?” McKay asked, making a face. “Is that even a card game?”
“You’re like a kid,” Sheppard muttered, grinning back at Ford.
“Here’s how it works,” Ford said, beginning to deal the cards. “I deal out the whole deck. Whoever has the ace of spades starts by putting it down, face down, and saying ‘one ace’. The person to their right then has to put down however many twos they have, also face down.”
“What if we don’t have any twos?” McKay asked.
“Then you BS it,” Sheppard answered, picking up his cards and smirking. “That’s the fun part. If one of us thinks you’re lying, we call you on it by saying BS. If we’re wrong, we get the cards. If we’re right, you get the cards. If nobody BS’s for a while, then the pile builds up, and since the object of the game is to get rid of all your cards…”
“There’s also a lot of cursing,” Ford admitted, “but I figured that with the day we’ve all had, a little cursing might be useful.” He glanced at a very blindsided Teyla. “Uh, you think you’ve got it?”
“No,” Teyla said. “But that will not stop me.”
“Right,” Ford said, smiling slightly. “Anyway, the spades are the upside-down hearts, and that’s all you really have to know for this game, ‘cause the ace of spades goes first. The card order is ace, two, three, etcetera, and after ten it’s jack, queen, king, back to ace. Do you understand?”
“I think so,” Teyla said. “Is this the ace of spades?”
“Yup,” Sheppard said. “Just put it down face down, and it’ll be Ford’s turn.”
“One ace?” asked Teyla tentatively, carefully placing the card.
“Perfect,” Ford said, picking two cards out of his hand. “Two twos.”
“Are we playing with peanut butter?” asked Sheppard.
“What in God’s name does peanut butter have to do with anything?” McKay asked.
Teyla rubbed her temples—she foresaw a headache in her future.
“It’s an optional rule,” Ford said. “Basically, after you BS, you say ‘peanut butter’ to rub it in everyone’s faces that you got away with it. Oh, right—after someone else has put down their cards, you can’t BS the person before them.”
“How about poker?” McKay suggested brightly. “Or anything I’ve actually heard before?”
“I believe it is your turn, Major Sheppard,” Teyla said.
“Right. One three.”
“Bullshit.”
“McKay, you just wanted to BS me, didn’t you?”
“I think you’re lying.”
“Take the cards, then.”
“What—damn. Ford, where did you even learn this game?”
“High school, actually. Students just like to say ‘bullshit’.”
“As do you, apparently.”
Sheppard smiled to himself. They were going to be a great team.
Assuming they didn’t kill each other.
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Date: 2005-03-06 06:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-06 07:22 am (UTC)Heeeeeee!
And so true. They really are a great team!
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Date: 2005-03-06 07:23 am (UTC)I love card stories, and for the very reasons that you get at in your title--card stories show teams at rest (rather than at work) and usually show off the various members' personalities. There's a reason every classic show has a "poker night" episode, and its funny that your game isn't poker but Bullshit. There's probably a larger theme about these guys needing to learn how to call bluffs underlying this; I'd think in the dangerous world they've just entered, the ability to bluff and pass the shit would be pretty key!
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Date: 2005-03-06 06:53 pm (UTC)Assuming they didn’t kill each other.
That was very good! I like the idea that they started hanging out and the lines above were perfect, lol!! I'm not much of a Teyla fan, but I did enjoy this exchange, because I thought it fit her,
“Uh, you think you’ve got it?”
“No,” Teyla said. “But that will not stop me.”