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Drabble Tree

Since there were some positive responses to my post earlier in the week, I thought we'd try a drabble tree. The idea is to create a tree of drabbles all linked together by a sentence or phrase.

The rules are simple:

1. All drabbles should relate to Stargate SG-1. Sam/Cam is obviously nice but is not essential - het, slash, gen, all is welcome, if you have an idea then run with it.

2. Strictly, a drabble is a ficlet of exactly 100 words, but I certainly won't be counting words! Perhaps ficlet tree might be a better name; something between 100-300 would do nicely.

3. Each drabble must include a word, phrase or sentence from any drabble already in the tree. The phrase can come from anywhere in the previous drabble and go anywhere in yours. (The idea is to have a series of independent short stories, not a continuous piece by many authors. You may choose to continue a previous drabble if you wish but please try not to do so too much - other authors might be reluctant to "interrupt" which defeats the point of the game.)

4. All drabbles must be posted as comments to this entry. Post each drabble as a reply to the one you took your phrase from.

6. Highlight the phrase in bold in your drabble and put the phrase as the comment subject.

7. Please do not leave feedback comments to the drabbles here, it'll clutter up the tree. There'll be another post straight after this for comments; authors please post a reply to the INITIAL POST in the comment post and then link that thread at the bottom of your drabble here if you'd like feedback - this means you'll have to create a comment thread BEFORE posting here.

8. You don't have to be a member of the community to play, or even have an LJ - every one is welcome. Please could all anonymous writers include a pen name.

9. There's no limit on the number of drabbles you can post - write as many as you want.

10. Have fun!

Now to start us off:

Man and Wife

If Cam had realised he'd be married by the end of the day, he would have made a bit more effort with his hair that morning.

It had started like a standard meet and greet; they went, they saw, they made nice with the locals and were invited to join their evening meal. After dinner, each member of the team had been given a gift of friendship. It went south from there.

Cam nudged Sam with his elbow. "Hey, what d'you get?" He turned his own metal object in his hands trying to make out what it was.

"A deer with six legs?" She didn't look convinced. "Maybe. You?"

"Not too sure." He offered her his gift and she swapped it for hers, naturally curious.

Instantly, the locals were on their feet, clapping and cheering, then they were pressed in on all sides with people congratulating them and wishing them a long life together.

It was then that they discovered that these tokens were sacred symbols, the giving and accepting between two people was their marriage ceremony, although usually done with a little more pomp and circumstance.

Cam groaned. No way Daniel was going to shut up about this one.

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Sep. 21st, 2006 07:59 pm (UTC)
a deer with six legs
Figured I'd start it off... :)

i've been through the desert on a deer with six legs

"Is that a deer with six legs?" Cameron asked, canting his head at an angle. His voice was somewhat slurred. "Because it sure looks like one to me."

Sam patted him comfortingly on the leg, and turned to look at Daniel and Teal'c. "Definitely a concussion," she said.

"No, I'm serious!" Cam protested, waving a hand around vaguely in the air. "It's right over there!"

Sam turned to look, just to humor him. And what did you know. It was a deer with six legs. "Huh," she said.

"Told you so!" Cameron crowed.

Daniel took a step towards the creature, a hand half-raised, and, startled at the motion, it fled back into the forest. Daniel stopped, and shrugged, dropping his hand as he turned back to the rest of the team. "Must not be used to people," he said.

Teal'c crouched down in front of Cameron and peered closely at his pupils. One was larger than the other. "In any event, you still have a concussion, ColonelMitchell," he said. "Whether it was a six legged deer or not."

Sam laughed, and hooked one of Cameron's arms over her shoulder. Daniel took his other side. Teal'c took point.

"Come on, let's get home," Sam said, and they started off down the path.

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Sep. 21st, 2006 08:42 pm (UTC)
Sam patted him comfortingly on the leg.
Ladies' Man

The infirmary ceiling was really boring. So were the walls. So were the curtains. There was nothing to take his mind of the pain in his ass, the pain in his head and the embarrassment he felt at the cause of his injuries.

"Hey." Sam poked her head around the curtain. "How are you feeling?"

Cam eagerly waved her in. "Man, are you a sight for sore eyes," he said. "I've been going nuts in here."

Sam raised an eyebrow as she perched on the end of the narrow cot next to his feet. "We only got back an hour ago, Cam."

"Feels like longer."

There was silence for a moment and then Sam spoke again. "So.... Captain Kirk...."

He groaned. "Don't say it."

"You always react like that when women throw themselves at you?" There was a smile tugging at her lips and her eyes were sparkling and he couldn't be mad at her.

"You know, I'm your CO. I could have you court-martialed for disobeying a direct order."

"Would that be before or after you trip over a bench, fall flat on your ass and hit your head hard enough to pass out?"

"You're not going to let me forget this, are you?"

"Wasn't planning on it, no." Sam patted him comfortingly on the leg.

Despite himself, Cam grinned. He'd take all the teasing in the world from his team because it meant they'd stopped treating him like the new guy. It made him feel like he belonged.

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Sep. 22nd, 2006 03:44 am (UTC)
I could have you court-martialed for disobeying a direct order
no such thing as perfect

"I could have you court-martialed for disobeying a direct order," Landry said, crouching down in front of Mitchell.

"Go ahead, sir," Mitchell said, not lifting his head from where it was propped on his knees. His voice came out muffled. "It would probably be a relief."

Landry sighed, anger evaporating. To be honest, he hadn't been all that angry at Mitchell in the first place. Angry at the Ori, on the other hand...

"You did what you could," he said. "And you got our men out alive."

"Our men, sir. No one else's. The rest of PX3-449 is gone." Cameron raised his head, looking Landry in the eye.

"You can't take care of the whole universe, Mitchell," Landry said. "Sometimes all you can do is look out for the men around you."

"That isn't good enough!" Cameron exploded, slamming his hand into the wall behind him. It took a second for the pain to hit, and then he flinched, curling around his already-broken fist.

"Then find a way to make it good enough, Mitchell," Landry said. He levered himself to his feet, knees crackling as he stood. "God, I'm getting too old for this," he said, mostly to himself. Then he reached down a hand. "Now, come on. Let's get you back to the infirmary. Your team was getting worried."

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Sep. 22nd, 2006 12:26 am (UTC)
Sam turned to look, just to humor him
This is all medie's fault for luring me here...

Prima Donna

Cameron turned before the mirror, twisting this way and that. A frown created a line between his eyebrows, and he sighed.

"Do these pants make my ass look big?"



"What?" she answered, clearly absorbed in the book she was reading.

"Do these pants make my ass look big?"

"No, of course not."


Groaning, Sam turned to look, just to humor him. Throwing down her book, she got up to circle him. The longer Sam took, the more worried he became.


"Honestly? They make you look like you have no ass," she quipped, smacking said ass smartly, her hand lingering after the fact.

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Sep. 22nd, 2006 06:45 pm (UTC)
Cameron turned before the mirror, twisting this way and that.
Proper Attire

Cameron turned before the mirror, twisting this way and that. "No. Just no. I am not wearing this." He wasn't sure what was worse, the skin-tight tan leather pants or the matching jerkin that was little more than three leather panels held together with thin leather straps.

Sam smoothed non-existent wrinkles from her modest linen dress and leaned across to stage-whisper in Vala's ear. "I quite like it." She was checking out his ass, he could see her in the mirror.

"Me too." Vala was rubbing her hands with glee. "This is a great planet, we should come here often." She was practically bouncing.

"No, we really shouldn't." Daniel entered the room looking distinctly embarrassed. Teal'c came in behind him looking remarkably unperturbed; it was only the raised eyebrow that gave him away.

"Oh, we really should." Sam was still staring at his ass.

Cam gestured to the door and tried to shoo his team through. "Can we just get this over with?"

The aide who had shown them to the dressing rooms regarded them all with a smile. "Now you are properly attired, you may meet the Matriarch. Follow me please."

As they followed the aide down the corridor, Cam fell into step beside Sam. "I'm glad someone's enjoying this," he grumbled.

She grinned at him. "It's fant-ass-tic."

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Sep. 22nd, 2006 09:13 pm (UTC)
and tried to shoo his team through
no, I really have no idea where this came from. ^^;;;

make way for the...

"Goddamn random alien technology," Cam grumbled, opening the door and trying to shoo his team through, hoping they'd head towards the Stargate on their own. "Yeah, let's just leave it lying around where anyone could wander in and turn it on by accident! That makes so much sense!"

Unfortunately, his team wasn't cooperating. Ducks apparently didn't like to take orders.

"And who the hell makes a machine that turns people into ducks? What possible purpose could that have?" He kept talking, even as he chased his teammates around the room. Duck!Sam kept running around and around his feet, apparently trying to trip him up. He was fairly certain she (and Daniel and Teal'c) was laughing at him.

Finally he got them corralled into a corner of the room. In lieu of anything better, he emptied out his pack and gently transferred the ducklings into the bottom, where they quickly calmed down and nestled together quietly.

"I really hope Dr. Lee can figure out how to reverse this," he told them as he carefully lifted his pack and began to make the trip back to the Stargate. He wanted his normal team back.

Though, he had to admit... they were kind of cute.

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Sep. 26th, 2006 04:04 pm (UTC)
the end of the day
No real spoilers, but if you've seen Company of Thieves, it takes place after that and will make more sense.

Misery Loves Company

The battle against the Ori just never seemed to end.

Morning. Day. Night. They plotted. They searched. They scoured the galaxy. All in an effort to find a way to beat the Ori and their other enemies.

He was tired. Hell, they all were tired. Jackson stayed on base all hours of the night trying to defy sleep and beat all odds. Teal'c kept ferrying back and forth between the SGC and what was left of the Jaffa. Vala…he didn't know what on Earth Vala did and he wasn't willing to find out. Even Sam couldn't be pried away from her technical thingamabobs.

Suffocating. That was the word. Little bubbles of doom. They hung over everyone like those comical rain clouds that followed people around in the funnies. Only, they weren't so funny or comical.

SG-1 was supposed to have been fun. Exploration. Cool stuff. Alien kink.

But instead, at the end of the day, he found himself in Sam's lab, his arm around her shoulders, caught in his own silence as he listened to her cry.

And he cried along with her.

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Sep. 29th, 2006 07:25 pm (UTC)
Even Sam couldn't be pried away from her technical thingamabobs.
Mitchell was bored.

Their last post-mission checkups had shown some unusual abnormalities and the team was confined to the base until Dr. Lam could make heads or tails of the problem. At least they weren’t quarantined to a single room, Mitchell thought.

But he was still bored. He caught up on his mission reports, except for putting the final stamp on this one. That had to wait until he knew whether to add that final sentence, “…and then we brought back that devious disease that makes the infected crave ice cream.” Because, damn, he craved ice cream lately. Maybe it was just the boredom.

So, he made the rounds of his friends. Daniel was doing his translation stuff. Teal’c had offered to give him another hand-to-hand combat workout, but Mitchell was still sore from yesterday’s lesson. Vala was busily doing something on Daniel’s computer. Probably spending money. Even Sam couldn't be pried away from her technical thingamabobs.

He sat with Walter for a while, but there wasn’t even one “Unscheduled Offworld Activation!” to cut through the boredom. He sighed. One last try to find something interesting…

He walked into Sam’s lab and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Sam didn’t look up. Mitchell kicked one untied boot against the wall behind him. Sam exhaled protesting the interruption and looked up. She laughed and held one hand over her eyes.

“Three times!” she exclaimed. “Hey, does three times count as ‘always’?”

“Well, it’s closer.”

Sam put down her thingamabob. “You could have just said you were desperate.”

“I did!” Mitchell protested as he grabbed his pants from the doorknob and followed her down the hall.

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