Incoming Travellers
By Sealie
"INCOMING
TRAVELLERS."
Two green clad
figures were flung out of the whooshing wormhole. They made an admirable
attempt to roll neatly down the ramp, but were caught from behind by the other
two members of their team following them at high velocity.
In a tangle of
limbs, they collapsed in a heap on metal ramp.
The wormhole
plopped shut.
Daniel Jackson,
archaeologist and off-times adventurer tried to untangle himself from his
superior (a fact which was open to interpretation) officer -- Colonel Jack
O'Neill.
"OW, Danny –
watch where you’re putting those elbows."
"You’ve
caught my hair on your velcro cuff!" he
protested, "stop pulling."
"That better
be your gun, sir," Captain Sam Carter said tightly.
"Teal’c, are you okay?" Daniel addressed the
"I am
uninjured."
"Oh, for
crying out loud, I think I’ve thrown my back out."
"Really,
sir?" Carter sounded sort of concerned. "I think Daniel broke my
wrist when he landed on me."
"Oh, Sam, I’m
so sorry."
"It’s okay,
it was an accident."
"Perhaps we
should try to untangle ourselves," Teal’c said
levelly.
"Move it;
this ramp’s HARD!" O’Neill griped
"Jaaack?" Daniel whined.
"What!"
"Given the
number of times we’ve been thrown out of the wormhole…" he began.
"What?"
"Why haven’t
we put down pads?"