ext_23039 ([identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] skidmo_fic 2009-04-26 03:04 am (UTC)

Childlike

David is getting used to being the one who is the most excited about things they encounter off-world. Generally speaking, he’s oohing and ahing over some sort of botanical discovery, and Evan is leaning against a tree, rolling his eyes fondly.

Today, though, Evan is sitting in the mud near a clay pit on PMX-138, elbows deep in purple soil, grinning up at David.

“This is amazing, babe,” he says, holding up what looks to David like a roundish, orange rock.

What follows is an explanation that mostly goes over David’s head, but that he’s pretty sure boils down to, “This is practically as good as naquadah, and will fuel the city for three months without taxing the ZPM.”

By the end of the day, Evan has David in the mud with him, and before Cadman comes by to tell them it’s time to go, they’ve gotten into a pretty serious mud fight. Purple clay is streaked across their uniforms, stuck in their hair, and clumped on their hands.

Cadman drags them out of the mud and shuffles them off toward the stargate.

When they come through to the city, dripping mud all across the gateroom floor, David looks up to see Sheppard leaning against a pillar in the control room, rolling his eyes fondly.

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