Heels on Concrete
A drabble and a bit
(For Pat)
By Gumnut
9 Dec 2003

Clip-clop.

He can hear them coming, the sounds echoing off the concrete walls.

Clip-clop.

Damn! “Daniel, gimme that!”

Clip-clop.

The soft rustle of sheets overlaid the impending sound of doom.

Clip-clop.

“Sir, it’s not going to work.”

Clip-clop.

“Carter, trust me.”

Clip-clop.

Shit, tomato paste on the covers. Is that a glob of cheese?

Clip-clop.

They’re coming closer. “O’Neill, your attempt is not going to succeed.”

Clip-clop.

“T, that is so not gonna stop me from trying.”

Clip-

Four pairs of eyes turned guiltily towards the door. One pair of brown stared firmly back.

A nose wrinkled, and her stare turned her patient. “Colonel O’Neill, did I, or did I not say, that there will be no pizza in my infirmary?”

Oh, man, he was so gonna get it.

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FIN.