New Fic: Siler's Night
Dec. 21st, 2012 01:49 amSiler’s Night
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: PG (mild language).
Category: Triple Drabble. Gen. Siler POV.
Season: Any.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: There’s a saying in the Air Force that nobody kicks ass without tanker gas. And it’s true. Of course, some of the other military sayings are just as true, and Siler knows that better than anyone.
Note: Written for the 2012 Ancient Obsessions Advent Prompt: Passage. (Real-world holiday fic.)
Dedication: Hoo-rah, support crews of all types!
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Sometimes, this job really sucks.
I get burned, cut, knocked out, and shocked more than should be legal.
But hazard pay mostly makes up for that, and I like to think I’m pretty tough. I can deal with injuries.
So, no, it’s not the bumps and bruises that get to me. It’s this part of the job that drives me nuts.
I mean, it’s Christmas Eve, for Pete’s sake.
I should be home wrapping presents or getting drunk on eggnog or doing some other equally festive and traditional activity. I should not be deep underground tinkering with moody machinery.
But here I am.
Trying to appease the most temperamental piece of equipment it’s ever been my pleasure to service.
She’s being particularly moody tonight, and I can’t help but sigh and curse at her under my breath while I put yet another bandage on a yet another bloodied knuckle. This is so not my night.
And you know the worst part?
The fact that me and my guys might get a pat on the back every now and then, but we’ll never get any sort of glory for this.
But I guess that’s life. Or at least my life. As the saying goes, behind every good General is a better Chief Master Sergeant, and the same rule applies here. Behind every good SG team, there’s a better maintenance team.
So I’ll keep working, because it’s my job.
And because frankly I’m not the only one missing Christmas right now. Four of my favorite people are off world tonight, and they can’t get home until I fix this mess.
So hang tight, SG-1.
You know I can’t guarantee things on your end, but as for mine, well… I’ll beat her.
And come hell or high water, you’ll have safe passage home.

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