In Time: Oops
Title: Oops
Summary: A drunk Jack is not a wise Jack.
Timeframe: Any
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Jack UST, Daniel, Teal’c
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG (for brief cussin‘)
Oops
Daniel put down his last beer as Teal’c practically dragged him out the door. He glanced back at his two friends still sitting on Jack’s couch, a drunken glaze in his eyes. His focus swung back toward the now-open door and he blinked as the Jaffa stopped in the doorway and quit dragging him by the arm.
“O’Neill,” Teal’c’s voice boomed. “I believe your vehicle is blocking Daniel Jackson’s.”
“Huh?” Jack’s chin jerked up, then he scratched his head and blinked drunkenly at Carter, giving her a sideways glance. He didn’t really want to get up. He liked her company. This team night the two of them had been particularly cozy with each other, and he shamelessly admitted to himself that he rather enjoyed it.
She laughed and nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. “Teal’c needs you to move your truck sir.”
He threw his head back and his eyebrows lifted as though he had a great revelation. “Ohhh.” Jack made an effort to lever himself off the comfortable couch, but nearly fell back against the cushions again until Carter gave his butt a shove. He smirked to himself and glanced back with a drunken wink. “Thanks Carter.”
Sam smiled and winked back at him. “Yasureyoubet’cha.” She wasn’t quite as drunk as Jack or Daniel, but she was feeling quite fuzzy and warm nonetheless. It was pleasant, and she was much more comfortable and casual around her CO because of it. She didn’t mind that at all.
Jack snatched his keys off the table by the door, then stumbled out to the driveway past Daniel and Teal’c. He got in his truck and started it up, then blinked fuzzily at his rearview mirror. Shifting into reverse, Jack let his foot off the break a little too quickly and cringed at the sudden jolt and typical sound of metal against metal when his bumper plowed into something.
Slamming on the breaks and muttering under his breath, Jack carefully made sure to put the truck in park before turning off the engine and nearly falling out the door. He looked toward his front steps to see Daniel and Teal’c staring at him with shock on their faces; something very odd and disconcerting to find on the normally-stoic Jaffa.
“What?!”
Wondering what he’d hit, when the two didn’t answer him, Jack shuffled to the rear of his truck and stopped dead in his tracks, feeling suddenly very sober and sick to his stomach. Lying in the driveway half under his truck was Carter’s beloved vintage Indian motorcycle. His jaw dropped and he muttered a single expletive, throwing a hand over his face. “Shit.”
About a second later, Sam was in the doorway, having probably heard the crash.
Jack gulped as he peered at her between his fingers and cringed.
“COLONEL O’NEILL!!!”
-The End-
Prompt: Jack accidentally backs his pickup into Sam's beloved motorcycle.
Summary: A drunk Jack is not a wise Jack.
Timeframe: Any
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Jack UST, Daniel, Teal’c
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG (for brief cussin‘)
Oops
Daniel put down his last beer as Teal’c practically dragged him out the door. He glanced back at his two friends still sitting on Jack’s couch, a drunken glaze in his eyes. His focus swung back toward the now-open door and he blinked as the Jaffa stopped in the doorway and quit dragging him by the arm.
“O’Neill,” Teal’c’s voice boomed. “I believe your vehicle is blocking Daniel Jackson’s.”
“Huh?” Jack’s chin jerked up, then he scratched his head and blinked drunkenly at Carter, giving her a sideways glance. He didn’t really want to get up. He liked her company. This team night the two of them had been particularly cozy with each other, and he shamelessly admitted to himself that he rather enjoyed it.
She laughed and nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. “Teal’c needs you to move your truck sir.”
He threw his head back and his eyebrows lifted as though he had a great revelation. “Ohhh.” Jack made an effort to lever himself off the comfortable couch, but nearly fell back against the cushions again until Carter gave his butt a shove. He smirked to himself and glanced back with a drunken wink. “Thanks Carter.”
Sam smiled and winked back at him. “Yasureyoubet’cha.” She wasn’t quite as drunk as Jack or Daniel, but she was feeling quite fuzzy and warm nonetheless. It was pleasant, and she was much more comfortable and casual around her CO because of it. She didn’t mind that at all.
Jack snatched his keys off the table by the door, then stumbled out to the driveway past Daniel and Teal’c. He got in his truck and started it up, then blinked fuzzily at his rearview mirror. Shifting into reverse, Jack let his foot off the break a little too quickly and cringed at the sudden jolt and typical sound of metal against metal when his bumper plowed into something.
Slamming on the breaks and muttering under his breath, Jack carefully made sure to put the truck in park before turning off the engine and nearly falling out the door. He looked toward his front steps to see Daniel and Teal’c staring at him with shock on their faces; something very odd and disconcerting to find on the normally-stoic Jaffa.
“What?!”
Wondering what he’d hit, when the two didn’t answer him, Jack shuffled to the rear of his truck and stopped dead in his tracks, feeling suddenly very sober and sick to his stomach. Lying in the driveway half under his truck was Carter’s beloved vintage Indian motorcycle. His jaw dropped and he muttered a single expletive, throwing a hand over his face. “Shit.”
About a second later, Sam was in the doorway, having probably heard the crash.
Jack gulped as he peered at her between his fingers and cringed.
“COLONEL O’NEILL!!!”
-The End-
Prompt: Jack accidentally backs his pickup into Sam's beloved motorcycle.