The Grass is
Always Greener...

TITLE: The Grass is Always Greener...
AUTHOR: Sam Carton
EMAIL: Stardoor@hotmail.com
CATEGORY: Humor
PAIRING: none
SPOILERS: none
SEASON / SEQUEL: any
RATING: PG
CONTENT WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Ever wondered what might go on in the minds of some of the quieter members of the SGC?
STATUS: Complete
ARCHIVE: Heliopolis and here!
DISCLAIMER: The characters aren't mine, Stargate SG1 isn t mine, and no profit was made from this piece of fiction. This piece of fiction was written strictly for fun and no profit was made from it. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.

Sergeant Walter Davis was the SGC's typical quiet professional, sitting at a computer during his shifts, supervising the functions of the Stargate as the chevrons locked into place or not, at times while the various SG teams went off world exploring new planets, discovering civilisations and unlocking the secrets of the universe.

Davis wasn't entirely unhappy with his lot. He had responsibility, and had visited the infirmary a lot less than, for example, SG1 but still, he couldn't help but wonder what the adventure of travelling that distance was like. A thoughtful smile spread across his face as he daydreamed about exotic natives, mysteries to uncover and the challenge of keeping a certain Doctor Daniel Jackson out of trouble.

"Penny for them, Sergeant Davis?" General Hammond asked, walking past Davis's desk and looking out at the massive stone circle, it's inner ring rotating.

"Oh, I was just musing over how the other half lives..." Davis said, his eyes firmly on the monitor in front of him. "Chevron one engaged!"

"Really?" the General replied, intrigued.

"Really," Davis said. "Chevron two engaged!"

Several more spins and the gate erupted into the part he liked the best when the seventh chevron locked into place, and the event horizon appeared, as if from nowhere. Never mind the fact that Davies was well aware of the mechanics of it there were certain times when no matter how much background knowledge you had, it did not detract from the sheer wonder of such a spectacle.

Davis watched SG1 march through the gate, fuelling his imagination once again.

What would it be like, he wondered, to step through that gate just once?

Sergeant Walter Davis watched SG1 make their way onto the ramp in the gate room and disappear through the Stargate. Much as he hated to admit it, today was one of those days when thoughts of how the other half lived were enough to turn a person green with envy. Every time SG1 came back these days, it seemed like they had either saved Earth, or discovered some new race that could help Earth in its fight against the Goa'uld. They got recognition, they got a welcoming party when they came marching back onto the ramp even if it was just the medical team having to patch up Daniel Jackson once again.

Now, there was a thought.

Snatching a couple of moments, Davis took a small diary out of his pocket and checked the latest entry. He caught the attention of the officer sitting closest to him and pointed at the book. The officer smiled and replied with a thumbs up. Davis grinned. Boring as his life might get at times, being stuck on planet Earth and having to watch everyone else going off world, it didn't mean that he wasn't able to spice it up in a number of inventive ways.

He heard someone enter the room, looked to the door and found himself looking at Sergeant Siler. Now, there was someone up for a bit of speculation... Davis gestured to him, pointed at the book and was replied with a definite nod of the head.

OK, Davis thought, six more hours and I'll know whether I'm going to be toasting my success or drowning my sorrows.

It was natural that wherever anyone worked, or whatever they did, they would need a break at some time. Even when imminent danger faced the staff of the SGC, the amount of empty coffee cups after such an event showed that refreshments were necessary, no matter what. With this in mind, Davis got up from his terminal, stretched his legs and went down to the canteen where, admittedly, they served lousy coffee.

However, in his case, that didn't matter he wouldn't be drinking it. All he needed was hot water and some vital ingredients from his bag. It didn't take long before he was sitting sipping a cup of filtered coffee, savouring the taste and the smell.

He looked up from where he sat when he saw a group of airmen come in. Smiling, he waved them over.

"Will you be taking part in the latest game of chance today?" he asked, waving his diary at them.

"I screw up every time I give it a go!" one of the airmen groaned.

"You know you want o give it one more try."

"OK. I'll go for a classic."

"A classic it is." Davis said, making a note. "Anyone else care to try their luck?"

"Go on, put me down for... interplanetary catastrophes."

"Right you are!" Davis grinned.

Time passed slowly as Davis sat at his computer. He only had another half an hour to wait...

The Stargate seemed to sense his anticipation not that Davis had ever put an impressive stone hoop down for psychic abilities before.

"Unscheduled activation! Incoming traveller!!" Davis called, checking the details on the screen. "It's SG1!"

As he went about his technical duties, he tried not to look too excited, but inside he was thinking, "YES!!"

He watched the activity in the gateroom out of the corner of his eye. The gate activated, SG1 appeared and Colonel O'Neill uttered the now famous words,

"I need a medical team here, STAT!"

Davis allowed himself a further peek at the action, then swore. Daniel was standing on the ramp. Actually standing not being carried by Teal'c... who seemed to be in a great deal of pain... and was in need of medical help. This was a disaster!!

Davis sighed and realised he would probably not be buying any speciality coffee for a while. He could see the smug looks on the faces of certain members of staff, in the gate room, and in the control room. Glaring at them as he went back to his duties, Davis realised he was royally screwed.

Just when it seemed like all was lost, there was a scream and a loud clang. Davis looked up from the monitor, feeling elation when he saw what had happened.

Daniel was now lying out cold on the ramp, having probably tripped over his own feet or something.
Davis didn't care.

"YES!!" he yelled, standing up and waving his arms. Suddenly he realised what an idiot he probably looked and sat down. "Er my increased efficiency programs are having the desired effect and the gate computer systems are now functioning at 100% efficiency!" he added, smiling sheepishly.

He whipped out his diary and checked the entries, a smile growing broader and broader whilst his colleagues were looking at him with expressions that dripped acid. Davis grinned at them. He was glad he'd come up with the idea of running a book on what injuries Daniel Jackson would sustain this time and that no-one in their right mind would have thought that the young scientist could escape from a planet unscathed, only to come a cropper having not even left the gate room.

Davis rubbed his hands together, anticipating the feel of ill-gotten winnings in his hands.
As long as Daniel kept his accident-prone streak creative, Davis would not be short of speciality coffee for a very long time!

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This storie have been nominated in the SG1 Fan Fiction Award !!