Title:  The Attack

 

Drabble word:  Bed

Rated:  G

Word count:  100

Spoilers:  None, could be any off-world scenario

 

 

 

The rushing wind kept all other sounds at bay. The constant blast

accompanied by stinging grit kept his eyes half-shut, yet nonetheless

alert, as he knew they were being hunted. 

 

Already attacking once, the feline-like predators had slunk away

 into the howling night but only after leaving Carter with lacerations

that had cut through her vest, deep into her back.  

 

‘Thank God her bed had been close to his.’ as the image of her being

dragged like a limp doll, replayed again. 

 

Halting, kneeling, bringing his weapon up, he sighted the leader and

muttered,  “Now for a bout of ‘O’Neill-induced indigestion’.”

 

  <The end>

 

 

 

Title:  Arachnophobia!

 

 

Drabble word:  Bed

Rated:  G

Word count:  100

Spoilers:  None, could be any off-world scenario

 

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Daniel erupted from his bed as if shot from a canon, dancing a jig, hitting

his clothes feverishly. 

 

“Problems, Daniel?”  Jack asked lazily from across the campfire as he

continued to sip his coffee. 

 

“Uhh…ONLY if sharing your bedroll with a spider the size of a PLATE

is a problem!”

 

At that, Jack stiffened and surreptitiously glanced around his own area.

Attempting nonchalance, he retorted, “A plate, you say?”

 

“A SERVING PLATTER PLATE…JACK!”  

 

Carter rose up on one elbow, yawning, “They’re harmless.  ‘Think’ HUGE

Granddaddy long-legs.”

 

“NOT HELP-ING….” Daniel sing-songed.

 

Gripping his P-90 closer Jack muttered, “I hate bugs.”

 

 <The end>