[Stargate: Drabble] "Knock, Knock" [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: Knock, Knock
Author: Ami Ven
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill
Genre: het.
Prompt: 100_tales #018 'orange'
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
Setting: any time Sam's a major, but that's really not important.
Summary: "Sir, don't you have anything better to do?"
Knock, Knock
Sam was just finishing up her analysis of the MALP data from their latest mission when her phone rang.
"Carter," she answered.
"Knock, knock," said a familiar voice.
"Sir, don't you have anything better to do?"
"No," Jack replied, which usually meant he had a large stack of memos he was avoiding.
Sam smiled. "Don't you have anyone else to annoy?"
"Is that any way to speak to your commanding officer?"
"It is when he calls you up with knock, knock jokes."
"T is kel-no-reeming and Danny keeps hanging up on me."
"I can't imagine why, sir," Sam deadpanned.
"Well?" Jack prompted.
The data from the MALP needed time to compile, and there really wasn't anything she had pressing in the next little while... "Who's there, sir?"
"Canoe."
"Canoe who?"
"Canoe come out and play?"
"Not today, sir," she replied, managing to keep her voice even.
Jack let out a snort of surprised laughter and she grinned. "Uh oh. Hammond just sent me a memo about not reading my memos."
"How do you know, if you never read your memos?"
"He sent Walter to read it to me," he admitted. "Kinda like a memo-gram, which is- Yes, yes, I got it, Walter. Sorry, duty calls... Bye, Carter."
Half an hour later, her phone rang again.
"Carter."
"Knock, knock."
Sam grinned. "Who's there, sir?"
"Boo."
"Boo who?"
"No need to cry, Carter, I got all of my memos read."
"All of them?" she repeated. "You read them?"
"I... skimmed them," Jack hedged, and she smiled. "I read the important ones."
"Of course, sir." Behind her, something beeped cheerfully. "Sir, my analysis-"
"Go, Carter. Bye."
Twenty minutes later, her phone rang again.
"Carter."
"Knock, knock."
Sam rolled her eyes, because he couldn't see her. "Who's there?"
"Interrupting cow."
That was a new one. "Interrupting cow wh-"
"Moo!"
"Of course," Sam snorted, rolling her eyes again. "How could I not have seen that coming?"
"Superior tactical planning, Carter," said Jack.
Suddenly, the emergency alarm blared.
"Unscheduled wormhole, sir," said Sam.
"Meet you up top, major."
Two hours and one false alarm later, Sam's phone rang again.
"Carter."
"Knock, knock."
Sam grinned despite herself. "Who's there?"
"Yodelahi."
"Yodelahi who?"
"Gee, Carter, I didn't know you could yodel."
Sam laughed. "Sir, we really do need to get some work done."
"All right, Carter. But I'll leave you to explain it to the medics when they find me dead and buried under a pile of reports."
"I don't think anyone's ever died as a direct result of paperwork, sir."
"There's a first time for everything. Wish me luck, Carter."
"I'll have the infirmary on standby, sir."
Forty-five minutes later, Sam picked up her phone.
"O'Neill."
"Knock, knock."
She could hear the grin in his voice, even over the phone. "Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana who?"
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana who?"
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Orange."
There was a pause. "Orange who?"
"Orange you glad I didn't say 'banana'?"
Jack laughed. "Thanks, Carter."
"Anytime."
THE END
Current Mood:
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Author: Ami Ven
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill
Genre: het.
Prompt: 100_tales #018 'orange'
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
Setting: any time Sam's a major, but that's really not important.
Summary: "Sir, don't you have anything better to do?"
Knock, Knock
Sam was just finishing up her analysis of the MALP data from their latest mission when her phone rang.
"Carter," she answered.
"Knock, knock," said a familiar voice.
"Sir, don't you have anything better to do?"
"No," Jack replied, which usually meant he had a large stack of memos he was avoiding.
Sam smiled. "Don't you have anyone else to annoy?"
"Is that any way to speak to your commanding officer?"
"It is when he calls you up with knock, knock jokes."
"T is kel-no-reeming and Danny keeps hanging up on me."
"I can't imagine why, sir," Sam deadpanned.
"Well?" Jack prompted.
The data from the MALP needed time to compile, and there really wasn't anything she had pressing in the next little while... "Who's there, sir?"
"Canoe."
"Canoe who?"
"Canoe come out and play?"
"Not today, sir," she replied, managing to keep her voice even.
Jack let out a snort of surprised laughter and she grinned. "Uh oh. Hammond just sent me a memo about not reading my memos."
"How do you know, if you never read your memos?"
"He sent Walter to read it to me," he admitted. "Kinda like a memo-gram, which is- Yes, yes, I got it, Walter. Sorry, duty calls... Bye, Carter."
Half an hour later, her phone rang again.
"Carter."
"Knock, knock."
Sam grinned. "Who's there, sir?"
"Boo."
"Boo who?"
"No need to cry, Carter, I got all of my memos read."
"All of them?" she repeated. "You read them?"
"I... skimmed them," Jack hedged, and she smiled. "I read the important ones."
"Of course, sir." Behind her, something beeped cheerfully. "Sir, my analysis-"
"Go, Carter. Bye."
Twenty minutes later, her phone rang again.
"Carter."
"Knock, knock."
Sam rolled her eyes, because he couldn't see her. "Who's there?"
"Interrupting cow."
That was a new one. "Interrupting cow wh-"
"Moo!"
"Of course," Sam snorted, rolling her eyes again. "How could I not have seen that coming?"
"Superior tactical planning, Carter," said Jack.
Suddenly, the emergency alarm blared.
"Unscheduled wormhole, sir," said Sam.
"Meet you up top, major."
Two hours and one false alarm later, Sam's phone rang again.
"Carter."
"Knock, knock."
Sam grinned despite herself. "Who's there?"
"Yodelahi."
"Yodelahi who?"
"Gee, Carter, I didn't know you could yodel."
Sam laughed. "Sir, we really do need to get some work done."
"All right, Carter. But I'll leave you to explain it to the medics when they find me dead and buried under a pile of reports."
"I don't think anyone's ever died as a direct result of paperwork, sir."
"There's a first time for everything. Wish me luck, Carter."
"I'll have the infirmary on standby, sir."
Forty-five minutes later, Sam picked up her phone.
"O'Neill."
"Knock, knock."
She could hear the grin in his voice, even over the phone. "Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana who?"
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana who?"
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Orange."
There was a pause. "Orange who?"
"Orange you glad I didn't say 'banana'?"
Jack laughed. "Thanks, Carter."
"Anytime."
THE END
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