Fic: The Elephant in the Room
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grav_ityAN: I...think I am going to have to blame this one on thesis related insanity. Which I suppose is what happens when you start writing a pairing you’ve left alone for two years.
Spoilers: Divide and Conquer and…back.
Rating: Kid Friendly
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Summary: No one likes to talk about it, which is why it exists in the first place. (Three drabbles based on elephant jokes. No, really!)
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The Elephant in the Room
How does and elephant hide in an apple tree?
He paints his toenails red.
Ever since Antarctica, Sam had been very careful. She had made sure that she and Jack – the Colonel – were never alone in a room together. She had made sure that there were always witnesses. She had made sure that she never looked at him unless she was talking about something to do with science. She had made sure he only made fun of her when she was talking about work. She had made sure that they were colleagues and nothing else.
She knew she only barely fooled casual observers, that anyone who knew them knew better.
But she kept trying.
Have you ever seen an elephant in an apple tree?
Then I guess it works!
If asked, everyone at the SGC would deny that there was anything like an inappropriate relationship between the Colonel and the Major. They could do this, even under oath, because none of them had ever seen any overt evidence of such a relationship. Words concerning this topic were never uttered out loud. They didn’t have to be. Everyone had eyes, after all, and it was as plain as day that something was going on, but as long as it remained unacknowledged, it was safe. They were safe. And so no one ever said a single word.
It didn’t go away.
How did Tarzan die?
Picking apples.
There was an elephant in that room. They had birthed it together and then promised each other to keep it alive, to keep it in the room. It was carefully hidden under protocol and laughter, under too casual inquiries of well-being, under uniforms and training and common sense, but it was there. The more they tried to hide it, the more glaringly apparent it became, but it wasn’t real until someone picked it, and no one did.
Life went on, as it does, and they adapted to stepping wider and talking louder to avoid it.
But elephants never stop growing.
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finis
AN: Do you know what isn’t a good stress reliever? Writing drabbles. These are all 100 words. And I think I would like to stop now.
Gravity_Not_Included, August 8, 2007
Spoilers: Divide and Conquer and…back.
Rating: Kid Friendly
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Summary: No one likes to talk about it, which is why it exists in the first place. (Three drabbles based on elephant jokes. No, really!)
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The Elephant in the Room
How does and elephant hide in an apple tree?
He paints his toenails red.
Ever since Antarctica, Sam had been very careful. She had made sure that she and Jack – the Colonel – were never alone in a room together. She had made sure that there were always witnesses. She had made sure that she never looked at him unless she was talking about something to do with science. She had made sure he only made fun of her when she was talking about work. She had made sure that they were colleagues and nothing else.
She knew she only barely fooled casual observers, that anyone who knew them knew better.
But she kept trying.
Have you ever seen an elephant in an apple tree?
Then I guess it works!
If asked, everyone at the SGC would deny that there was anything like an inappropriate relationship between the Colonel and the Major. They could do this, even under oath, because none of them had ever seen any overt evidence of such a relationship. Words concerning this topic were never uttered out loud. They didn’t have to be. Everyone had eyes, after all, and it was as plain as day that something was going on, but as long as it remained unacknowledged, it was safe. They were safe. And so no one ever said a single word.
It didn’t go away.
How did Tarzan die?
Picking apples.
There was an elephant in that room. They had birthed it together and then promised each other to keep it alive, to keep it in the room. It was carefully hidden under protocol and laughter, under too casual inquiries of well-being, under uniforms and training and common sense, but it was there. The more they tried to hide it, the more glaringly apparent it became, but it wasn’t real until someone picked it, and no one did.
Life went on, as it does, and they adapted to stepping wider and talking louder to avoid it.
But elephants never stop growing.
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finis
AN: Do you know what isn’t a good stress reliever? Writing drabbles. These are all 100 words. And I think I would like to stop now.
Gravity_Not_Included, August 8, 2007
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Date: 2007-08-10 02:18 am (UTC)Well, I once posted to ff.net a HP fic called "Photographs" wherein a person reviewed with a comment "Wheres the pictures?".
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