[Stargate: Drabble] "Sickness and Health" [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: Sickness and Health
Prompt: sj_everyday challenge #31 ‘always’
Word Count: 186
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Summary: Sam has a cold.
Sickness and Health
“Jack,” said Sam, and if he hadn’t already known beyond the shadow of a doubt just how deeply he was in love with this woman, the fact that he found her utterly adorable even when she was cocooned in blankets and dripping snot, would have been a dead giveaway.
He paused, empty soup dishes in his hand. “Yes, Carter?”
She smiled. “I really am okay, you know. You’ve fed me soup and tea and orange juice. I’ve got a blanket and a stack of science journals… you don’t have to stick around.”
“Do you want me to stick around?” he countered.
Sam curled both hands around her mug of tea. “Well…”
Jack crouched next to the sofa, hiding a wince as one of his knees popped. “I said ‘always’, Carter, and I meant it. You want me to sit here with you while you ridicule the published works of the world’s non-classified scientists, I can totally do that.”
This time, her smile was wide and genuine. “You know, I think there’s probably a hockey game on somewhere.”
Jack grinned back and reached for the remote. “Sweet.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cheerful
Prompt: sj_everyday challenge #31 ‘always’
Word Count: 186
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Summary: Sam has a cold.
Sickness and Health
“Jack,” said Sam, and if he hadn’t already known beyond the shadow of a doubt just how deeply he was in love with this woman, the fact that he found her utterly adorable even when she was cocooned in blankets and dripping snot, would have been a dead giveaway.
He paused, empty soup dishes in his hand. “Yes, Carter?”
She smiled. “I really am okay, you know. You’ve fed me soup and tea and orange juice. I’ve got a blanket and a stack of science journals… you don’t have to stick around.”
“Do you want me to stick around?” he countered.
Sam curled both hands around her mug of tea. “Well…”
Jack crouched next to the sofa, hiding a wince as one of his knees popped. “I said ‘always’, Carter, and I meant it. You want me to sit here with you while you ridicule the published works of the world’s non-classified scientists, I can totally do that.”
This time, her smile was wide and genuine. “You know, I think there’s probably a hockey game on somewhere.”
Jack grinned back and reached for the remote. “Sweet.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cheerful