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I was cleaning out my email and found this. It was apparently written at work and sent home for me to finish back on Dec 31st, I think for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_flashfic amnesty/ways to die challenge, but I'm not sure. It was passed over, and now I can't decide if I want to continue it or not.
“Eaten by a Wraith.”
“Too easy,” McKay waved off the answer. “We’re looking for creativity here.”
“Do you not think this is an unpleasant choice of conversational topics?” Teyla asked.
Sheppard leaned back in his chair as McKay shook his head. “We’re in a Puddlejumper, stuck on a mountain, miles from the Gate, waiting for rescue,” he drawled. “What else are we supposed to do?”
She glanced around, seeing nothing but the inside of the craft and the window with a fantastic view of the mountains. “Enjoy the scenery?” she suggested.
“Ooh! I’ve got one!” Rodney said, snapping his fingers. “Avalanche.”
“Given our current condition? Doesn’t count.”
“Let me finish!” the scientist insisted. Certain he had their attention, he continued, “Avalanche knocks the Jumper down, we hit the bottom, live, dig our way out, only to be found by a remote cannibalistic tribe that makes us dog chow.”
“If they’re cannibals, why would they feed us to their dogs?” Ronon questioned.
“Maybe they only eat each other, and the poor things are going hungry?” Sheppard guessed.
Rodney crossed his arms in front of him with a huff. “Fine, still better than ‘eaten by a Wraith’,” he pointed out.
“Anything’s better than getting eaten by a Wraith,” Ronon grinned.
“How about: Avalanche knocks the Jumper down the side of the mountain, we survive to dig ourselves out, are attacked by the cannibals, but escape, only to get mauled by their dogs on the way to the Gate, get home, only to die of rabies,” John suggested.
“First, you stole most of that from me,” Rodney smiled. “Second, all of us get rabies? Do you know what the chances of that happening are?”
“We don’t all get rabies,” John amended. “The three of us get rabies and you die of a heart attack wondering if you got rabies as well,” he smirked.
“What’s rabies?” Ronon asked.
sga_flashfic amnesty/ways to die challenge, but I'm not sure. It was passed over, and now I can't decide if I want to continue it or not.“Eaten by a Wraith.”
“Too easy,” McKay waved off the answer. “We’re looking for creativity here.”
“Do you not think this is an unpleasant choice of conversational topics?” Teyla asked.
Sheppard leaned back in his chair as McKay shook his head. “We’re in a Puddlejumper, stuck on a mountain, miles from the Gate, waiting for rescue,” he drawled. “What else are we supposed to do?”
She glanced around, seeing nothing but the inside of the craft and the window with a fantastic view of the mountains. “Enjoy the scenery?” she suggested.
“Ooh! I’ve got one!” Rodney said, snapping his fingers. “Avalanche.”
“Given our current condition? Doesn’t count.”
“Let me finish!” the scientist insisted. Certain he had their attention, he continued, “Avalanche knocks the Jumper down, we hit the bottom, live, dig our way out, only to be found by a remote cannibalistic tribe that makes us dog chow.”
“If they’re cannibals, why would they feed us to their dogs?” Ronon questioned.
“Maybe they only eat each other, and the poor things are going hungry?” Sheppard guessed.
Rodney crossed his arms in front of him with a huff. “Fine, still better than ‘eaten by a Wraith’,” he pointed out.
“Anything’s better than getting eaten by a Wraith,” Ronon grinned.
“How about: Avalanche knocks the Jumper down the side of the mountain, we survive to dig ourselves out, are attacked by the cannibals, but escape, only to get mauled by their dogs on the way to the Gate, get home, only to die of rabies,” John suggested.
“First, you stole most of that from me,” Rodney smiled. “Second, all of us get rabies? Do you know what the chances of that happening are?”
“We don’t all get rabies,” John amended. “The three of us get rabies and you die of a heart attack wondering if you got rabies as well,” he smirked.
“What’s rabies?” Ronon asked.
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You *bitch* you made me start coughing again.
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