Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Category: Vignette. Gen. Teal’c focus.
Summary: Even a big, bad warrior gets scared sometimes, right?
Word Count: 440.
Note: Written for a random word prompt of: Fairy Tale.
Teal’c eyed the strange structure with one raised eyebrow.
“Perhaps it would be prudent to wait for daylight to enter the structure,” he said.
Jack gave him a look like he was crazy. “What? And miss a nice, warm place to bunk?”
“We do not know if the dwelling is inhabited,” argued Teal’c.
“There’s no light coming out,” said Daniel.
“And I’m not reading any heat signatures,” added Sam.
“Still, it is wise to be prudent,” said Teal’c. “Perhaps the inhabitants are out.”
Jack snorted. “It’s also wise to make use of what you’re given, T. This place hasn’t been used in years – that much is obvious by the state of the place – and it looks like it might rain. Something to be said for not sleeping in a tent tonight, even if the house ain’t much to look at.”
Teal’c nodded toward Jack. “Very well, O’Neill.”
“That’s more like it,” said Jack, clapping Teal’c on the shoulder. “For a minute there, I thought you were scared of a little old house.”
Teal’c shrugged Jack’s hand off his shoulder without comment and slowly followed the rest of the group inside the house.
As they spread their blankets on the floor, no imminent dangers seemed apparent.
But SG-1 was still off world, and there were still precautions to take. A watch schedule was still set up.
Teal’c had volunteered for first watch, as per usual.
And as his teammate nodded off, he couldn’t help but feel as if the house was closing in on him.
He knew it was his imagination, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t alone.
He blamed that stupid book Siler had given him for this.
“Classic Earth stories,” he’d said. “Everyone knows them,” he’d said.
Be that as it may, Teal’c hadn’t particularly enjoyed them and when he asked Daniel about them and found out that they were largely read to children, he was both offended and confused. He wondered just what type of culture the humans of Earth had created for themselves.
Apparently, it was one in which children were often eaten, and in which houses in the woods were never what they appeared. Ever.
Teal’c gripped his staff weapon tighter as a few raindrops hit the windows on the tiny house, then relaxed, telling himself he was being silly and acting like a man less than half his age – no, like a frightened child.
He took a deep breath and told himself it was only a house and that it was only rain, then leaned back against the wall to keep his watch.
After all, those were just fairy tales, right?