Merits of Superherodom by veracity
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sga_flashficTitle: Merits of Superherodom
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veracity
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 600
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing except...no, not even belly lint.
Summary: Ford was more bored than he had been in Ms. Jergin’s ninth grade Algebra class and he’d slept that entire semester.
Notes: Betaed by the lovelyjaxie926. It's a shameless fluff. Be prepared. Set sometime in early to mid Season 1.
The mission to MFR-958 was turning out to be boring. There were no natives, nothing of significance, not even a blip of an energy reading. Ford was more bored than he had been in Ms. Jergin’s ninth grade Algebra class and he’d slept that entire semester.
There were powers that helped and powers that harmed – good and evil when it boiled right down to the point, which was the general message after listening to McKay ramble on for ten extricating minutes in things ranging from his own brand of genius superpowers to Superman’s cool ones. Sheppard had interrupted then and said that Superman was boring and Batman was the real superhero since he didn’t have any special superpowers and still fought crime in a much cooler outfit, with better gadgets, and had the Batcave.
He turned to Teyla. “So your superpower is that you have an infinite supply of patience? Mine is the ability to make things go boom. And maybe annoying all the scientists by asking stupid questions that I already know the answer to. Just like to pester them and watch that vein in McKay’s neck throb while he turns an interesting shade of purple.”
A small smile quirked at the corner of her mouth, “Well, my ‘superpower’ has been very useful.” He noticed her quick glance at Major Sheppard and McKay. “Recently, it has become necessary to use more often than not.”
Chuckling softly enough to not be overheard by other two men, he couldn’t blame her. Listening to the conversations and arguments between the two were usually really entertaining, especially when Sheppard wound the scientist up right before they were about to die and needed to be saved…again.
He let out a loud yell when he spotted a waterfall up ahead. Who didn’t love jumping off them, especially on a planet full of heat and dust? Stripping off vest, weapons and boots, he plunged into the water…only to end up spitting out sand. Stupid mirage.
The laughter behind him made the idea of staying on the ground a nice option for the moment. Closing eyes against the grit of the sand and unable to see made him start when a small hand brushed his neck. Facing the inevitable and getting up with the help of Teyla, his clothes were covered in the bright red color of the sand, which had crept into a couple of uncomfortable places that couldn’t be removed with a girl on the team.
Grimacing and looking at Teyla, who had that amused expression that usually meant she was secretly laughing at them, he turned around to find the other men nearly doubled over in laughter. Being the youngest member really sucked sometimes.
“Come along, Aiden. Let us return to jumper. We will all sit upfront and allow you to privately change in the back.” The suppressed laughter wasn’t comforting, but it was Teyla, and better her than McKay or Sheppard attempting to be kind, not that they were able to move at the moment in any case.
While putting his clothes back on, Teyla walked up to him. “So tell me about these superheroes Dr. McKay was speaking about. What are they? Are they human? Do they come from space, as Superman I believe he was called, did?” Discussing the topic with enthusiasm, he was surprised to realize they were back at the puddle jumper and he was alone in the back, able to change and get that sand out of his underwear.
Grinning, he privately named the planet Sandstorm, even if no one else called it that. Better than Sandy Underpants.
Author:
veracityRating: PG
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 600
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing except...no, not even belly lint.
Summary: Ford was more bored than he had been in Ms. Jergin’s ninth grade Algebra class and he’d slept that entire semester.
Notes: Betaed by the lovely
jaxie926. It's a shameless fluff. Be prepared. Set sometime in early to mid Season 1.The mission to MFR-958 was turning out to be boring. There were no natives, nothing of significance, not even a blip of an energy reading. Ford was more bored than he had been in Ms. Jergin’s ninth grade Algebra class and he’d slept that entire semester.
There were powers that helped and powers that harmed – good and evil when it boiled right down to the point, which was the general message after listening to McKay ramble on for ten extricating minutes in things ranging from his own brand of genius superpowers to Superman’s cool ones. Sheppard had interrupted then and said that Superman was boring and Batman was the real superhero since he didn’t have any special superpowers and still fought crime in a much cooler outfit, with better gadgets, and had the Batcave.
He turned to Teyla. “So your superpower is that you have an infinite supply of patience? Mine is the ability to make things go boom. And maybe annoying all the scientists by asking stupid questions that I already know the answer to. Just like to pester them and watch that vein in McKay’s neck throb while he turns an interesting shade of purple.”
A small smile quirked at the corner of her mouth, “Well, my ‘superpower’ has been very useful.” He noticed her quick glance at Major Sheppard and McKay. “Recently, it has become necessary to use more often than not.”
Chuckling softly enough to not be overheard by other two men, he couldn’t blame her. Listening to the conversations and arguments between the two were usually really entertaining, especially when Sheppard wound the scientist up right before they were about to die and needed to be saved…again.
He let out a loud yell when he spotted a waterfall up ahead. Who didn’t love jumping off them, especially on a planet full of heat and dust? Stripping off vest, weapons and boots, he plunged into the water…only to end up spitting out sand. Stupid mirage.
The laughter behind him made the idea of staying on the ground a nice option for the moment. Closing eyes against the grit of the sand and unable to see made him start when a small hand brushed his neck. Facing the inevitable and getting up with the help of Teyla, his clothes were covered in the bright red color of the sand, which had crept into a couple of uncomfortable places that couldn’t be removed with a girl on the team.
Grimacing and looking at Teyla, who had that amused expression that usually meant she was secretly laughing at them, he turned around to find the other men nearly doubled over in laughter. Being the youngest member really sucked sometimes.
“Come along, Aiden. Let us return to jumper. We will all sit upfront and allow you to privately change in the back.” The suppressed laughter wasn’t comforting, but it was Teyla, and better her than McKay or Sheppard attempting to be kind, not that they were able to move at the moment in any case.
While putting his clothes back on, Teyla walked up to him. “So tell me about these superheroes Dr. McKay was speaking about. What are they? Are they human? Do they come from space, as Superman I believe he was called, did?” Discussing the topic with enthusiasm, he was surprised to realize they were back at the puddle jumper and he was alone in the back, able to change and get that sand out of his underwear.
Grinning, he privately named the planet Sandstorm, even if no one else called it that. Better than Sandy Underpants.
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Date: 2006-08-08 11:50 pm (UTC)Teyla/Ford friendship....
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Date: 2006-08-09 12:56 am (UTC)And dude, I love the icon. *dies laughing*
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Date: 2006-08-09 01:18 am (UTC)There's this one too....
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