Netscapade, by Aurora Novarum (G)

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How could I possibly resist reccing a fic inspired by my teamy goodness icon? (which is by littlekfru, btw)

Rec Category: Teamy goodness

Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, S9, Teal’c, humor, friendship
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: aurora_novarum
Author's Website: List of fics
Link: Netscapade

Why This Must Be Read: This fic is shiny and new and way too much fun to miss!

While Sam and Daniel explore some off-world labs, Mitchell and Teal’c are on security  patrol. But when Mitchell gets a little too close to some evenly spaced holes, and Sam and Daniel come running a little too late to warn him, the team ends up tangled (if you’ll pardon the pun) in a scene straight out of Return of the Jedi.

There’s banter and Star Wars and Furling references. There’s humor and snarking and the fun implication of a whole series of blackmail and counter-blackmail among the SG teams. And, of course, the slow, dawning realization on Mitchell’s part about how the trap got set off in the first place…

Teamy goodness with a grin. Go and read!

Some kind of net, made from energy, but solid as hemp rope interwove and enmeshed the foursome, trapping them together and suspending them from the air like groceries in a sack.

After a few moments, Daniel spoke first. "Is everyone all right?"

"My arm is trapped behind me, but...I'm okay." Sam's voice sounded muffled.

"I am fine." Teal'c responded next.

Mitchell coughed. "Got the wind knocked out of me for a second, but yeah. How 'bout you?"

"Um, not the most comfortable, but no serious injuries." He paused a half-second before continuing. "Maybe a little nauseous."

The others also focused on the back and forth swaying motion of this large net.

"You really didn't have to mention that. There's a reason I joined the Air Force, not the Navy." Cam looked around. "So...suggestions?"

There was slight jostling making the net sway even more. Finally Sam let out a huff of frustration. "Both my arms are pretty well pinned."

"Can anyone reach my utility knife?" Daniel spoke up. "I can't get to it myself, but well...one of you guys seems close."

"I'll try." Mitchell stretched an arm out between the space of the net. "Yeah, I think I'm reaching something...yeah, like someone's pack."

Sam gasped. Her voice held a dangerous tone. "That's not a pack. And it's not Daniel."

Mitchell dropped his hand back as if he'd been burned. "Oh. Sorry, Sam, er, Carter...Colonel." He cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject.