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Happy EARLY Birthday to Wanderingsmith

I'm posting this early birthday fic for wanderingsmith because I will be away on the day, and things are about to get busy in connection with that. A short glimpse of one aspect of her favorite character, in honor of all the jokes she shares and her ready sense of humor.

Title: A Wrenching Sense of Humor
Season: Season Seven sometime.
Spoilers: The appearances of Sgt. Siler in A Matter of Time, Upgrades, The Entity, and Heroes. Minor spoiler for Lost City
Warnings: None
Synopsis: When it comes to Sgt. Siler, appearances can be deceiving.



A Wrenching Sense of Humor



It was a base commonplace that Sargent Sylvester Siler did not have a sense of humor. He was smart, the first person from the Technical Support staff that Major Carter requested when she needed someone to work with her, because she knew that she would seldom have to explain anything to him more than once. He was brave. He had been injured in the line of duty innumerable times in innumerable ways, from being tossed down a stairwell by a supercharged Colonel O'Neill, to being nearly electrocuted a number of times, to being battered by testing the new vest inserts for Dr. Lee. No one had ever heard him complain. He was hard working. He could be seen moving through the corridors of the SGC at all hours of the day and night with his trusty wrench. But clearly he had no sense of humor.

When Colonel O'Neill took one look at the delegates from PX8-491 arriving for trade talks on base (the Clanmen McRandalls) and immediately dubbed them the Carmen Mirandas - the headresses really did look like fruit - everyone else watching the arrival from the bank of windows overlooking the gate room, including General Hammond, cracked a smile. Walter Harriman's shoulders were shaking suspiciously. Even Daniel was seen to flash a fleeting grin before correcting him. But Sgt. Siler showed no reaction whatsoever.

When the SG-3 marines came back through the gate that time stark naked, except for their brightly painted phalluses and a wreath of palm, the laughter was unquenchable. Even Colonel O'Neill laughed aloud, before leaning to the microphone to say "Niiice look, Makepeace! Now if it had been Air Force officers they would have had to use twice as much paint!", thus starting another wave of delighted laughter that even spread to the SF's. Scuttlebutt reported that even General Hammond, as he ushered O'Neill into his office to take him to task for his remarks, stifled a swiftly mastered smile when the Colonel's back was turned. Siler was apparently unmoved.

When the Sec-Def. showed up and addressed the assembled officers and men in the gateroom, and peppered his remarks with carefully crafted and nearly witty asides and scripted ad-libs, everyone in the audience politely laughed or smiled along. Even Colonel O'Neill, in the front rank, dutifully twitched one lip upwards. Siler, in one of the rear ranks, remained unmoved.

As a matter of fact, the Sargeant's reputation had made him something of a challenge for O'Neill, who continually peppered him with one-liners and zingers, hoping to be the first to goad Siler to laughter. The most he ever got out of him was a dutiful and monotone "Very funny, Sir."

So it came as a complete surprise to Jack O'Neill when one night, as he roamed the base in the wee hours of the morning, walking off a nightmare, he heard laughter coming out of one of the lounges that harbored a television and a selection of DVD's and he heard a short machine-gun burst of laughter, and turning to see what was funny, discovered Sgt. Siler stretched out on the couch in front of the television as the sole occupant of the room. Something had made Siler laugh aloud! This he had to see.

Using all the stealth he'd been able to garner in his years in the military he snuck to a point behind the sofa where he could see the TV. There on the screen was the black and white image of Buster Keaton, pokerfaced, in one of his classic routines. Jack crept closer. On the screen all sorts of hysteria and mayhem unfolded around the silent and expressionless figure, who proceeded on his way apparently unmoved. And Siler laughed.

"You like Buster Keaton?" Jack barked out from a point just slightly above and behind Siler's left ear.

Sgt. Siler might almost have flinched. Unfortunately Jack could not quite tell. As Siler sat up, preparatory to coming to attention in the presence of an officer, Jack put a hand on the back of the couch and vaulted lightly over to sit beside the other man.

"Stay seated, Siler. You're of duty. I'm off duty."

"Thank you, Sir," the Sargeant replied, handing Jack the remote as befitted his exalted rank.

"So you like Buster Keaton. What do you like about him, and what else do you enjoy?" asked Jack, genuinely curious.

"He reminds me of my life here, Sir. Surrounded by..."

"Nuttiness and confusion?" offered Jack.

"Yes, Sir," the Sargeant replied. "And I also like the Simpsons."

Jack smiled in genuine delight and patted him on the back.

"Good man! I love the Simpsons. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!" he said in his best imitation of the line from Casablanca.

"Yes, Sir." said Siler, deadpan.

wanderingsmith, have a lovely birthday full of mirth and laughter, and maybe even a little wine and song!

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bluewillowtree
May. 27th, 2010 03:31 am (UTC)
Oh, I really enjoyed this. And, though Siler didn't, I laughed out loud at the SG-3 story!
thothmes
May. 27th, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)
It's my theory that Siler simply idolizes Buster Keaton and his deadpan comedy. So, analogous to Teal'c being eager on the inside, Siler is chuckling on the inside.

Or it could be that he was traumatized as a teenager by a recurrent dream of showing up for the school dance buck naked, and as soon as he caught sight of SG-3 was lost in a fugue state as a result...

I'm thinkin' Plan A.
draco_somnians
May. 27th, 2010 09:56 pm (UTC)
This is the first SG1 fic in weeks that I actually read and didn't just scroll past. :D

LOVE IT.

The naked marines made me LOL. :D
thothmes
May. 28th, 2010 07:07 am (UTC)
Glad you broke your SG1 fic-fast here! And under the circumstances I'm doubly glad that you liked it. It would be awful if mine was the fic that turned you off to the genre!
wanderingsmith
May. 27th, 2010 09:58 pm (UTC)
{{tackle hug}}!!! :D:D

This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!

you just made my day!

and yes, I agree, he's howling on the inside and simply finds it all the more hilarious to be thought 'quiet' (eg)

I'm sure you know I love the quiet relationship you're building thee too....

thank you so much, hun
thothmes
May. 28th, 2010 07:15 am (UTC)
So glad you enjoyed it.

Now, being a Sam/Jack shipper...

Well, okay. I can do ambiguous.

I defend to the death anybody's right to interpret the nature of the relationship any way they want to see it!

Enjoy your birthday, and may you have many, many more!
wanderingsmith
May. 29th, 2010 01:42 am (UTC)
lol! what? friendship is a relationship. and TV has trained me to accept whatever scraps of hint are offered ;)
thothmes
Jun. 1st, 2010 05:45 pm (UTC)
Sorry. My sense of humor is dry, and I sometimes forget to mark it with a ;). Not that there would be anything wrong with that... ;)

I wasn't stubbornly not responding, btw. I was away for the long weekend at a college reunion.

Hope your birthday was great!
wanderingsmith
Jun. 1st, 2010 09:17 pm (UTC)
LOL, no no, I got the wink. was just blinking innocently back

birthday was OK

have fun at your reunion?
thothmes
Jun. 2nd, 2010 04:46 am (UTC)
I had tons of fun, seeing old friends and catching up on the lives of some of the people I didn't know too well when I was in college. The advantage of attending a college that encourages cussed individualism is that the graduates tend to become more and more fascinating and individual as they age!
wanderingsmith
Jun. 3rd, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
the good side of crazy, uh?
artaxastra
Jun. 19th, 2010 10:41 pm (UTC)
I like that muchly! Siler is such a cypher!
thothmes
Jun. 20th, 2010 12:50 am (UTC)
Yes, and I personally get the feeling that a great deal of that is Siler's purposeful choice. It's his own method of "sticking it to the Man".
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