In Time: The Fishing Log
Title: The Fishing Log
Summary: Sam starts a journal while SG-1 spends downtime at Jack’s cabin.
Timeframe: None.
Pairings: Sam/Jack
Genre: General, Humor, Team
Rating: G.
The Fishing Log
I’m not exactly sure why I started this journal. Oh wait, yeah I do. It’s because Jack hid my laptop!
We’ve all had a pretty rough time on our last mission; Daniel, the Colonel, and I. Teal’c came away relatively unharmed, thanks to his symbiote, but the rest of us got worked over pretty good after a fierce battle with some loose rocks and a steep hill.
Daniel broke his ankle, Jack got himself a concussion and some busted ribs, and I managed to sprain my shoulder. Besides all that, we’ve all got a nice collection of scratches and bruises.
General Hammond insisted we all take a week off before we’re allowed back on light duties, and the Colonel was adamant that a team vacation in Minnesota was exactly what we all needed.
It’s our second day here now, and I’ve been sitting under the shade of a tree, watching Daniel and Jack fish out on the dock for the past hour. Daniel’s got his fishing pole in one hand, and a book in his lap. Jack’s been trying to snatch it away from him for the last ten minutes, but Daniel won’t give it up.
Teal’c’s on the back deck of the cabin starting up the grill. He looks pretty funny wearing Jack’s apron with ‘Kiss the Cook’ across the front. If Jack was wearing it right now, I would be sorely tempted to kiss him.
That reminds me. We have a bet going. If Jack actually manages to catch a fish (though he’s told me once before there aren’t actually any fish in that pond) then I have to give him a big kiss in front of Daniel and Teal’c.
This is one bet I really hope to lose.
So, until the next entry, I’ll just keep my fingers crossed.
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Summary: Sam starts a journal while SG-1 spends downtime at Jack’s cabin.
Timeframe: None.
Pairings: Sam/Jack
Genre: General, Humor, Team
Rating: G.
The Fishing Log
I’m not exactly sure why I started this journal. Oh wait, yeah I do. It’s because Jack hid my laptop!
We’ve all had a pretty rough time on our last mission; Daniel, the Colonel, and I. Teal’c came away relatively unharmed, thanks to his symbiote, but the rest of us got worked over pretty good after a fierce battle with some loose rocks and a steep hill.
Daniel broke his ankle, Jack got himself a concussion and some busted ribs, and I managed to sprain my shoulder. Besides all that, we’ve all got a nice collection of scratches and bruises.
General Hammond insisted we all take a week off before we’re allowed back on light duties, and the Colonel was adamant that a team vacation in Minnesota was exactly what we all needed.
It’s our second day here now, and I’ve been sitting under the shade of a tree, watching Daniel and Jack fish out on the dock for the past hour. Daniel’s got his fishing pole in one hand, and a book in his lap. Jack’s been trying to snatch it away from him for the last ten minutes, but Daniel won’t give it up.
Teal’c’s on the back deck of the cabin starting up the grill. He looks pretty funny wearing Jack’s apron with ‘Kiss the Cook’ across the front. If Jack was wearing it right now, I would be sorely tempted to kiss him.
That reminds me. We have a bet going. If Jack actually manages to catch a fish (though he’s told me once before there aren’t actually any fish in that pond) then I have to give him a big kiss in front of Daniel and Teal’c.
This is one bet I really hope to lose.
So, until the next entry, I’ll just keep my fingers crossed.
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