[Stargate: Drabble] "Not a Guest" [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: Not a Guest
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 350
Prompt: birthday present for stormqueen280
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Setting: vaguely Season 9/Season 10-ish
Summary: Sam comes home to a very pleasant surprise.
Not a Guest
After three days on P8X-1134 with nothing to show for it- culturally, scientifically or militarily- Sam just wanted to go home and sleep.
She pulled into her driveway and got out of the car, vaguely wondering if she had anything edible in the house, and stopped short as something moved on her front porch. Sam reached automatically for a weapon she wasn’t carrying, but relaxed immediately.
“You have a key, you know,” she said.
Jack, bundled up in a coat, scarf and gloves, grinned and held up a steaming mug. “I know. Where do you think I got the hot chocolate?”
She grinned back. “What are you doing here, Jack?”
He pretended to pout. “Aren’t you pleased to see me, Carter?”
“I’m always pleased to see you,” she said, leaning in to kiss him briefly. “But I thought you had meetings all week.”
“I did. I’m playing hooky.”
“Jack!”
“Things got moved around and I was able to get out early. So, we’ll have plenty of time to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” asked Sam.
Jack set his mug on the railing and pulled her in for a fierce kiss. When they broke apart, breathless, he said, “Happy birthday, Sam.”
“Oh,” she said. “Is that today?”
“Carter…”
“Hey, I’m still running on P8X-1134 time,” she said, then frowned. “I’m not sure I’m up to much celebrating, Jack.”
“Well, that’s the great thing about private parties. You don’t have to worry so much about entertaining your guests.”
Sam’s smile returned. “You’re not a guest, Jack. You just don’t live here all the time.”
He grinned. “Then what do you say we move this party inside, where it’s warmer?”
“I’m all for it.” Sam pushed open the front door, but by the time they’d peeled out of their coats, she was half-asleep on her feet. “Sorry,” she yawned.
“C’mon, Carter,” said Jack, sliding an arm around her waist and steering them toward the stairs. “Let’s get you to bed. You can open your presents tomorrow.”
“I’ve already got my present,” she murmured, leaning into him. “You’re gonna stay, right?”
Jack smiled, and kissed her.
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 350
Prompt: birthday present for stormqueen280
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Setting: vaguely Season 9/Season 10-ish
Summary: Sam comes home to a very pleasant surprise.
Not a Guest
After three days on P8X-1134 with nothing to show for it- culturally, scientifically or militarily- Sam just wanted to go home and sleep.
She pulled into her driveway and got out of the car, vaguely wondering if she had anything edible in the house, and stopped short as something moved on her front porch. Sam reached automatically for a weapon she wasn’t carrying, but relaxed immediately.
“You have a key, you know,” she said.
Jack, bundled up in a coat, scarf and gloves, grinned and held up a steaming mug. “I know. Where do you think I got the hot chocolate?”
She grinned back. “What are you doing here, Jack?”
He pretended to pout. “Aren’t you pleased to see me, Carter?”
“I’m always pleased to see you,” she said, leaning in to kiss him briefly. “But I thought you had meetings all week.”
“I did. I’m playing hooky.”
“Jack!”
“Things got moved around and I was able to get out early. So, we’ll have plenty of time to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” asked Sam.
Jack set his mug on the railing and pulled her in for a fierce kiss. When they broke apart, breathless, he said, “Happy birthday, Sam.”
“Oh,” she said. “Is that today?”
“Carter…”
“Hey, I’m still running on P8X-1134 time,” she said, then frowned. “I’m not sure I’m up to much celebrating, Jack.”
“Well, that’s the great thing about private parties. You don’t have to worry so much about entertaining your guests.”
Sam’s smile returned. “You’re not a guest, Jack. You just don’t live here all the time.”
He grinned. “Then what do you say we move this party inside, where it’s warmer?”
“I’m all for it.” Sam pushed open the front door, but by the time they’d peeled out of their coats, she was half-asleep on her feet. “Sorry,” she yawned.
“C’mon, Carter,” said Jack, sliding an arm around her waist and steering them toward the stairs. “Let’s get you to bed. You can open your presents tomorrow.”
“I’ve already got my present,” she murmured, leaning into him. “You’re gonna stay, right?”
Jack smiled, and kissed her.
THE END
Current Mood:
cold