Drabble: SGA (Team Sheppard)
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sherlockian_synThis drabble was written for the 100 Words/Weather ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic prompt: Stargate Multiverse, Any team, caught in a sudden, unusual storm offworld.
"A watched pot never boils, McKay," John's voice echoed inside the small cavern they'd found for shelter from the sudden thunderstorm.
Rodney scoffed and kept his eyes to the sky, body tense with anxiety when he saw no sign that the storm would break soon. A stray raindrop fell on his face and he wiped it away.
"And I could do without tedious idioms right now, Colonel."
"Join us and rest, Rodney. We cannot control when the storm will pass," Teyla said, her voice tinged with maternal concern.
Rodney turned away from the mouth of the cave and carefully made his way toward the rest of his team, crouched or sitting cross-legged among the rocks.
"What does a pot of water have to do with the rain?" Ronon asked, eyebrow raised.
John chuckled, but didn't answer.
"It means time is relative," Rodney answered, "now does anybody have anything to...distract us while we wait? I can't just sit here." Teyla patted Rodney on the shoulder.
John reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a deck of playing cards. "Who wants to learn how to play Texas Hold 'Em?"
"Of course you have a deck of cards," Rodney mumbled.
comment_fic prompt: Stargate Multiverse, Any team, caught in a sudden, unusual storm offworld."A watched pot never boils, McKay," John's voice echoed inside the small cavern they'd found for shelter from the sudden thunderstorm.
Rodney scoffed and kept his eyes to the sky, body tense with anxiety when he saw no sign that the storm would break soon. A stray raindrop fell on his face and he wiped it away.
"And I could do without tedious idioms right now, Colonel."
"Join us and rest, Rodney. We cannot control when the storm will pass," Teyla said, her voice tinged with maternal concern.
Rodney turned away from the mouth of the cave and carefully made his way toward the rest of his team, crouched or sitting cross-legged among the rocks.
"What does a pot of water have to do with the rain?" Ronon asked, eyebrow raised.
John chuckled, but didn't answer.
"It means time is relative," Rodney answered, "now does anybody have anything to...distract us while we wait? I can't just sit here." Teyla patted Rodney on the shoulder.
John reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a deck of playing cards. "Who wants to learn how to play Texas Hold 'Em?"
"Of course you have a deck of cards," Rodney mumbled.
