Stranded, by Medie
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stargateficrecRec Category: Het
Pairing: Daniel/Sam
Category: SG-1, het, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter.
Warning: N/A
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
medie
Author's Website: A Curious Mix
Link: Stranded
Why This Must Be Read: I came across this story awhile ago, and I fell in love with it. (And, at the time, I didn't even realize that Medie had written it. Silly me doesn't look at the author's name a lot of the time.) It's more UST than anything, but it's absolutely adoreable.
Medie describes the story very simply with "Daniel and Sam, trapped in an elevator. Fun with cliches!" ... and it fits perfectly. Both of them are perfectly in character, and the dialogue between them is priceless.
Glancing up at the wall, she eyed the control panel. "We should probably call, see if they know we're in here."
"We should."
Neither one moved.
"One of us actually has to get up and call." Daniel observed, looking over at her.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, one of us does." She sighed and rested a hand on his shoulder, using it as leverage to push herself up. "Consider myself voluntold?"
"Volun-what?"
Looking down at him, she laughed. "It's something Mark and I came up with when we were kids. Before Mom died, she had a habit of volunteering us to do stuff for Old Lady MacCready down the street and then telling us about it later. At some point, Mark combined the volunteering with the telling and..." She shrugged. "We would say she voluntold us to do it."
Daniel smiled, shaking his head. "The more I hear about the Carter family..."
"The more we scare you?" She finished sweetly, opening the panel in the wall to reach for the emergency phone, hiding a grin as his eyes widened dramatically.
"That was not what I was going to say, Sam." He protested as she brought the phone to her ear, waving him off as she explained the situation to the person who'd answered.
"Sure it wasn't." She teased, unable to resist goading him. If only just a little. Daniel was cute when he backpedaled. So, with one ear, she listened to Siler assure her they were working on it and that he expected to get them out soon, while, with the other, she listened to a very flustered archaeologist trying to dig himself out of the apparent hole he'd landed in. He just got cuter the more he tried. It was an exponential thing really.
Pairing: Daniel/Sam
Category: SG-1, het, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter.
Warning: N/A
Author on LJ:
medieAuthor's Website: A Curious Mix
Link: Stranded
Why This Must Be Read: I came across this story awhile ago, and I fell in love with it. (And, at the time, I didn't even realize that Medie had written it. Silly me doesn't look at the author's name a lot of the time.) It's more UST than anything, but it's absolutely adoreable.
Medie describes the story very simply with "Daniel and Sam, trapped in an elevator. Fun with cliches!" ... and it fits perfectly. Both of them are perfectly in character, and the dialogue between them is priceless.
Glancing up at the wall, she eyed the control panel. "We should probably call, see if they know we're in here."
"We should."
Neither one moved.
"One of us actually has to get up and call." Daniel observed, looking over at her.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, one of us does." She sighed and rested a hand on his shoulder, using it as leverage to push herself up. "Consider myself voluntold?"
"Volun-what?"
Looking down at him, she laughed. "It's something Mark and I came up with when we were kids. Before Mom died, she had a habit of volunteering us to do stuff for Old Lady MacCready down the street and then telling us about it later. At some point, Mark combined the volunteering with the telling and..." She shrugged. "We would say she voluntold us to do it."
Daniel smiled, shaking his head. "The more I hear about the Carter family..."
"The more we scare you?" She finished sweetly, opening the panel in the wall to reach for the emergency phone, hiding a grin as his eyes widened dramatically.
"That was not what I was going to say, Sam." He protested as she brought the phone to her ear, waving him off as she explained the situation to the person who'd answered.
"Sure it wasn't." She teased, unable to resist goading him. If only just a little. Daniel was cute when he backpedaled. So, with one ear, she listened to Siler assure her they were working on it and that he expected to get them out soon, while, with the other, she listened to a very flustered archaeologist trying to dig himself out of the apparent hole he'd landed in. He just got cuter the more he tried. It was an exponential thing really.
