C is for Coffee, by Thothmes (G)
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figs_sg1_recRec Category: Five Things
Categories: Jack, Daniel, Sam, Teal'c, Hammond, Walter, Siler, character study, slice of life
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:thothmes
Author's Website: fic tag
Link: C is for Coffee
Why This Must Be Read: This is an utterly charming day-in-the-life series of individual vignettes, revolving around the all-important theme of that first cup of coffee in the morning. Team, George, Siler, Walter the Chevron Guy, even the hapless Felger... This is a coffee-flavored love letter to SG-1, guaranteed to put a smile on your face!
Gen. Hammond shared an elevator car from the eleventh floor checkpoint down into the SGC with his second, and his yo-yo. Fortunately, there was no one else in the small space, because for someone who seemed so devoted to the toy, Jack O'Neill certainly didn't seem to have mastered its use. The General hadn't been struck by it yet, but it was a near run thing. After one particularly crooked toss, where the yo-yo refused to rise in response to Jack's tug, his 2IC looked up ruefully, the drying hair on his head busily reasserting its independence and escaping from its slicked-down state.
"Haven't had my coffee yet today, sir," he offered.
George thought smugly about the coffee, piping hot, dark, and very, very sweet, and the two doughnuts, one sugared, and one plain, that would be waiting for him on his desk by the time he reached it. Rank certainly had its privileges.
Categories: Jack, Daniel, Sam, Teal'c, Hammond, Walter, Siler, character study, slice of life
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
thothmesAuthor's Website: fic tag
Link: C is for Coffee
Why This Must Be Read: This is an utterly charming day-in-the-life series of individual vignettes, revolving around the all-important theme of that first cup of coffee in the morning. Team, George, Siler, Walter the Chevron Guy, even the hapless Felger... This is a coffee-flavored love letter to SG-1, guaranteed to put a smile on your face!
Gen. Hammond shared an elevator car from the eleventh floor checkpoint down into the SGC with his second, and his yo-yo. Fortunately, there was no one else in the small space, because for someone who seemed so devoted to the toy, Jack O'Neill certainly didn't seem to have mastered its use. The General hadn't been struck by it yet, but it was a near run thing. After one particularly crooked toss, where the yo-yo refused to rise in response to Jack's tug, his 2IC looked up ruefully, the drying hair on his head busily reasserting its independence and escaping from its slicked-down state.
"Haven't had my coffee yet today, sir," he offered.
George thought smugly about the coffee, piping hot, dark, and very, very sweet, and the two doughnuts, one sugared, and one plain, that would be waiting for him on his desk by the time he reached it. Rank certainly had its privileges.
