DRABBLE: Father and Daughter, SG-1, G
Disclaimer: Uhm, not mine.
Rating: G
Warning/ Category: nah.
Challenge Response: #86; Motorcycles at samcarter100
father and daughter
”Welcome home.” He hadn’t even taken off his blue jacket when his wife kissed him.
“Thank you.” He smiled. Hers made her blue eyes sparkle. They made their way to the kitchen and he couldn’t help but to marvel at her, now long, blonde hair, how it suited her.
“She’s been waiting all day, you know,” she said. “The motorcycle has never looked cleaner.”
“I better go get her.” He walked to the stairs.
“Is the bike clean, little soldier?” He yelled.
“Dad! You’re home!” She came running down, helmet in hand, blonde hair in braids.
“Let’s go hiking, Sam.”
uhm, do we (the fandom) know how old sam was when her mum died? any info on how she looked?
and oh, just have to pimp subvenio a community for ff-writers, to help eachother find info on stuff.
Rating: G
Warning/ Category: nah.
Challenge Response: #86; Motorcycles at samcarter100
father and daughter
”Welcome home.” He hadn’t even taken off his blue jacket when his wife kissed him.
“Thank you.” He smiled. Hers made her blue eyes sparkle. They made their way to the kitchen and he couldn’t help but to marvel at her, now long, blonde hair, how it suited her.
“She’s been waiting all day, you know,” she said. “The motorcycle has never looked cleaner.”
“I better go get her.” He walked to the stairs.
“Is the bike clean, little soldier?” He yelled.
“Dad! You’re home!” She came running down, helmet in hand, blonde hair in braids.
“Let’s go hiking, Sam.”
uhm, do we (the fandom) know how old sam was when her mum died? any info on how she looked?
and oh, just have to pimp subvenio a community for ff-writers, to help eachother find info on stuff.