stargateficrec | Lucky Stars: Capricorn, by Thel (PG) (Reply)

Rec Category: Teamy goodness

Pairing: none
Category: team, gen, humor
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: unknown
Author's Website: Thel at FF.net
Link: Lucky Stars

Why This Must Be Read: I apparently have a thing for fun team-breaks-out-of-prison fics, since this is the second such story that I'm reccing in the Teamy Goodness category. :)

Lucky Stars is actually a series of very loosely linked fics, and this is just one of them. SG-1 has been thrown into prison, after the requisite beating, by a Goa'uld they've never met before. Their Jaffa guard has been warned that Jack O'Neill is the Scourge of the Goa'uld, and he's paying very close attention to him - not quite realizing that when SG-1 acts together as a team, the most important thing to do is duck.

Thel puts humor to great use as the four teammates work seamlessly together, taking advantage of their current circumstances and adapting their surroundings to get free. Daniel might be a bit irritated at his lack of a reputation, but by the time they free themselves, the reader will be cheering. Perfect teamy goodness in a short, fun package!

Jack made a fist and held it up. “Hoorah. I can feel the testosterone.”

They had been a team for a long time, and with good reason. They worked well together. Carter and Daniel instantly recognised the military signal for ‘down’ and dropped to the ground. Carter’s nod confirmed that Teal’c had done the same.

Jack took his cue. “Pay no attention to the noises behind you.” His team picked up on his signals like he knew they would. Lacking anything to make a noise with, Daniel slammed his booted foot against the stone floor, creating a muffled thump.

The guard broke and whirled around, spotting only the other three on the ground, smiling blandly back up at them. Jack used the distraction to creep forward so that he was only inches away from the bars when the guard turned back.

“Boo.” He said softly.

The Jaffa reacted before he could stop himself, leaping backward and crashing into Carter and Daniel’s cell. Carter was on her knees in a flash, pulling the Jaffa’s knife from its sheath and then sitting back down before he could feel that it was gone.

Roaring, the guard turned and slammed his fist against the door of Carter and Daniel’s cell. The archaeologist gave a theatrical flinch, curling up. Jack fought back a grin.

He let the grin develop fully as the Jaffa turned back to him, huffing and puffing with rage.

“So… tell me more about Neck-bed? Necky? Whatever…”

“Nekhbet!” The Jaffa spat at him. “You weak humans have no right to utter her name.”

“So, what’s with the name?” Jack continued on mildly, as if the guard had not spoken. “Long neck?”

“She is commonly represented by the vulture.” Daniel said agreeably, making more thumping noises, even managing to clang something off the walls. The Jaffa did not take the bait.

“Vulture? Ah… long neck. Is she bald, too?”

The Jaffa was speechless with rage, sputtering and hissing incoherently.

“Most likely a carrion eater, I would imagine.” Daniel continued with his bang-thump-clang distractions.

“Silence!” The Jaffa gripped the bars to Jack’s cell, shaking them. Behind him, Daniel reached out and passed the knife to Teal’c. Carter whipped off her belt and started the pry open the control panel by the cell with the buckle, actually having to reach her arm out as far as she could.

Daniel’s distractions continued, but the Jaffa ignored him completely, not wanting to be baited again.