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cassievalentineName: cassievalentine
Show/Movie: Stargate: SG1
Story Title: Disrupted Routines
Character/Relationships: Samantha Carter, Gen, pre-series
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: Written for stargate_las. No votes for, no votes against and 1 piece of feed back. On the plus side: NOT VOTED OUT YET! YAY! I have achieved my goal.
Samantha Carter had always believed in routines. She didn't know if it was because she was raised in a military family or if that was simply the kind of person she was, but she loved her routines.
From the moment her mother woke her up in the morning until she put herself to bed at night, her life was dictated by routines that she never varied from, if she could help it. Her mornings had to start with Cheerio's and a sliced up banana with 2% milk in the blue bowl she had claimed as her own before heading up stairs to pull on jeans and a shirt. Her homework would be waiting for her on the table by the front door and her back pack would be on the floor in front of the same table.
Routines were a comfort to her, something that eased her mind and made her days run smoother. She didn't have to think about her schedule because it was always the same.
Until that one day her father came home and her mother didn't.
Routine in the Carter house flew out the window that day, and she found herself drifting and lost. Not just because she was on the cusp of becoming a woman and had lost her mother, but because her routines had all been thrown to hell.
Suddenly, she was the one waking her brother up and laying out the table for breakfast and making sure that homework found it's way to the hall table and back packs to the floor below. She found herself running late to classes and after school activities, if she didn't forget them all together.
When she missed an important meeting of the astronomy club, she decided that enough was enough and that she needed new routines. A day planer quickly found it's way into her hands and she began planning.
They weren't the familiar routines she was used to, but they'd do. For now.
Show/Movie: Stargate: SG1
Story Title: Disrupted Routines
Character/Relationships: Samantha Carter, Gen, pre-series
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Notes: Written for stargate_las. No votes for, no votes against and 1 piece of feed back. On the plus side: NOT VOTED OUT YET! YAY! I have achieved my goal.
Samantha Carter had always believed in routines. She didn't know if it was because she was raised in a military family or if that was simply the kind of person she was, but she loved her routines.
From the moment her mother woke her up in the morning until she put herself to bed at night, her life was dictated by routines that she never varied from, if she could help it. Her mornings had to start with Cheerio's and a sliced up banana with 2% milk in the blue bowl she had claimed as her own before heading up stairs to pull on jeans and a shirt. Her homework would be waiting for her on the table by the front door and her back pack would be on the floor in front of the same table.
Routines were a comfort to her, something that eased her mind and made her days run smoother. She didn't have to think about her schedule because it was always the same.
Until that one day her father came home and her mother didn't.
Routine in the Carter house flew out the window that day, and she found herself drifting and lost. Not just because she was on the cusp of becoming a woman and had lost her mother, but because her routines had all been thrown to hell.
Suddenly, she was the one waking her brother up and laying out the table for breakfast and making sure that homework found it's way to the hall table and back packs to the floor below. She found herself running late to classes and after school activities, if she didn't forget them all together.
When she missed an important meeting of the astronomy club, she decided that enough was enough and that she needed new routines. A day planer quickly found it's way into her hands and she began planning.
They weren't the familiar routines she was used to, but they'd do. For now.
