In time: Going Home
Title: Going Home
Summary: Sam helps Jack with some packing.
Timeframe: After season 9
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Prompt: DC, apartment, unexpected surprises
Going Home
Jack shoves a full box across the expanse of hardwood floor and winces as it goes a little too far and hits the doorframe. He turns back to his packing and stacks a few more boxes, ready for transport.
He’s always hated having a desk job; hated the amount of responsibility that went with it. He liked that he was able to keep tabs on the SGC, but couldn’t stand that he was so far away. Jack was ready to settle down, spend more time with his wife, in the same state. The long-distance relationship was taking a toll on both of them.
He was more than ready to hand over the reins of Head of Homeworld Security to some other shmuck. Jack was done.
Sam comes out of the apartment’s small kitchen and places a box on top of the pile labeled ’kitchen stuff.’ She sneaks up behind Jack and winds her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his back, between his shoulder blades.
“Hm,” Jack hums contently and lightly grasps the hands going around his waist, taking a break from his packing.
She kisses the back of his neck and smiles, happy that he’s finally coming home to her. “Glad to be going home?” Sam asks, though she already knows he is.
“Oh yeah,” he sighs.
Sam had moved into his old house in the Springs once they’d decided to live together there because it was larger than her home. She’d always loved his house and the quiet neighborhood it resided in, though she’d added her own simple feminine touch to the manly decor.
Turning in her embrace, Jack hugs her to him and tips his head so his lips brush against the side of her neck as he squeezes her. “I’ve missed you Sam,” he murmurs while dipping his chin so he can kiss her collarbone.
“Mmm, me too.” Her hands caress his back lovingly and she nips at his ear.
Jack chuckles and reluctantly pulls away, his hands still on either side of her waist. “As much as I’d LOVE for this to continue…” He sighs regrettably, shoulders sagging briefly as his hands fall away from her waist. “I really want to get this packing done so we can go home and continue,” he takes a second to glance around the nearly-empty apartment, “where there’s an actual bed.”
Sam snorts and nods her agreement. “You’re right. Let’s get this done.”
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Fifteen minutes later, they’re done with the packing, and have started taking boxes out to the rented U-Haul parked outside.
Most of the smaller boxes are gone, and there’s only two big ones remaining. Luckily the apartment had been refurbished and Jack didn’t have to worry about taking any furniture with him.
Jack picks up one of the bigger boxes and heads to the door, glancing back at Sam. “That last box is kinda heavy, you mind givin’ me a hand after I take this one down?” he asks, jerking his chin in the direction of the remaining box.
Sam hesitates, then closes her eyes for a second and purses her lips as though she was making a difficult decision. “I don’t think I can Jack. I probably shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting.”
He looks at her curiously, then slowly sets his box down on the floor while his expression shifts to concern. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt on your last mission? You never said anything.” Jack takes a few steps closer to her.
Breathing shakily, she smiles tightly and slowly shakes her head. Her feet take the next few steps towards her husband so she’s standing directly in front of him. He’s looking deeply into her eyes now for any sort of clue when she gently takes his hands and holds them at waist level.
“Sam? What is it?” His chest is rising and falling quicker now as his heart speeds up. He’s really getting worried.
A warm, reassuring smile spreads across Sam’s face as her blue eyes look deeply into his never-ending brown ones. “Jack, honey, I’m pregnant.”
His mouth gapes open in shock, eyebrows going up and down like Charlie Chaplin. “Ah..but…we… How?” he finally splutters, her hands still holding his between them. “We haven’t… I… I’ve been in Washington!”
Sam laughs, smiling widely, her eyes watering. She strokes his hands with her thumbs. “Remember three weeks ago? My little surprise visit to your office?” She sees realization dawning slowly in his eyes. “We came back here on your lunch break…”
He breathes out. “Ohhh….” Then he quirks a grin. It starts out on his right side, then the left cheek pulls back to match. His eyes get glassy. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he whispers.
“Uh-huh.” Sam nods, her smile matches his own.
“WE‘RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!!” he shouts as he wraps his arms tightly around her and rocks her from side to side.
“Yeah,” she repeats against him, her voice muffled against his shoulder as she laughs. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
-The End-
Summary: Sam helps Jack with some packing.
Timeframe: After season 9
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Prompt: DC, apartment, unexpected surprises
Going Home
Jack shoves a full box across the expanse of hardwood floor and winces as it goes a little too far and hits the doorframe. He turns back to his packing and stacks a few more boxes, ready for transport.
He’s always hated having a desk job; hated the amount of responsibility that went with it. He liked that he was able to keep tabs on the SGC, but couldn’t stand that he was so far away. Jack was ready to settle down, spend more time with his wife, in the same state. The long-distance relationship was taking a toll on both of them.
He was more than ready to hand over the reins of Head of Homeworld Security to some other shmuck. Jack was done.
Sam comes out of the apartment’s small kitchen and places a box on top of the pile labeled ’kitchen stuff.’ She sneaks up behind Jack and winds her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his back, between his shoulder blades.
“Hm,” Jack hums contently and lightly grasps the hands going around his waist, taking a break from his packing.
She kisses the back of his neck and smiles, happy that he’s finally coming home to her. “Glad to be going home?” Sam asks, though she already knows he is.
“Oh yeah,” he sighs.
Sam had moved into his old house in the Springs once they’d decided to live together there because it was larger than her home. She’d always loved his house and the quiet neighborhood it resided in, though she’d added her own simple feminine touch to the manly decor.
Turning in her embrace, Jack hugs her to him and tips his head so his lips brush against the side of her neck as he squeezes her. “I’ve missed you Sam,” he murmurs while dipping his chin so he can kiss her collarbone.
“Mmm, me too.” Her hands caress his back lovingly and she nips at his ear.
Jack chuckles and reluctantly pulls away, his hands still on either side of her waist. “As much as I’d LOVE for this to continue…” He sighs regrettably, shoulders sagging briefly as his hands fall away from her waist. “I really want to get this packing done so we can go home and continue,” he takes a second to glance around the nearly-empty apartment, “where there’s an actual bed.”
Sam snorts and nods her agreement. “You’re right. Let’s get this done.”
-
Fifteen minutes later, they’re done with the packing, and have started taking boxes out to the rented U-Haul parked outside.
Most of the smaller boxes are gone, and there’s only two big ones remaining. Luckily the apartment had been refurbished and Jack didn’t have to worry about taking any furniture with him.
Jack picks up one of the bigger boxes and heads to the door, glancing back at Sam. “That last box is kinda heavy, you mind givin’ me a hand after I take this one down?” he asks, jerking his chin in the direction of the remaining box.
Sam hesitates, then closes her eyes for a second and purses her lips as though she was making a difficult decision. “I don’t think I can Jack. I probably shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting.”
He looks at her curiously, then slowly sets his box down on the floor while his expression shifts to concern. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt on your last mission? You never said anything.” Jack takes a few steps closer to her.
Breathing shakily, she smiles tightly and slowly shakes her head. Her feet take the next few steps towards her husband so she’s standing directly in front of him. He’s looking deeply into her eyes now for any sort of clue when she gently takes his hands and holds them at waist level.
“Sam? What is it?” His chest is rising and falling quicker now as his heart speeds up. He’s really getting worried.
A warm, reassuring smile spreads across Sam’s face as her blue eyes look deeply into his never-ending brown ones. “Jack, honey, I’m pregnant.”
His mouth gapes open in shock, eyebrows going up and down like Charlie Chaplin. “Ah..but…we… How?” he finally splutters, her hands still holding his between them. “We haven’t… I… I’ve been in Washington!”
Sam laughs, smiling widely, her eyes watering. She strokes his hands with her thumbs. “Remember three weeks ago? My little surprise visit to your office?” She sees realization dawning slowly in his eyes. “We came back here on your lunch break…”
He breathes out. “Ohhh….” Then he quirks a grin. It starts out on his right side, then the left cheek pulls back to match. His eyes get glassy. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he whispers.
“Uh-huh.” Sam nods, her smile matches his own.
“WE‘RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!!” he shouts as he wraps his arms tightly around her and rocks her from side to side.
“Yeah,” she repeats against him, her voice muffled against his shoulder as she laughs. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
-The End-