In Time: Splash and Burn
Title: Splash and Burn
Summary: Just some Sam and Jack summer fun at the cabin.
Timeframe: None.
Pairings: Sam/Jack
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Rating: PG13 for brief cursing.
Splash and Burn
The smell of charred meat and heavy smoke lingers in the air from nearly an hour ago. Even sitting out on the small dock, a good distance away from the cabin, she still gets a whiff every now and then on the warm evening breeze.
Sam can’t help but giggle as she remembers, leaning back in the deck chair and staring out across the water. She hears his clanking footsteps on the planks of old wood behind her, but doesn’t turn around.
It takes all her willpower not to burst out into full hysterics again.
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“Jack?” Sam comes around the outside of the cabin, carrying the small bouquet of flowers she picked on her walk. “What’s that smell?” When she sees all the smoke and coughs, squinting against the burning of her eyes, her brows raise with surprise.
“Sam! The deck’s on fire!” she hears Jack yell from somewhere within all the black smoke.
She runs up the steps where she’s close enough to actually see what’s going on now. Half the charcoal from the grill is spilled across the deck, still on fire. Sam doesn’t even want to ask how that happened. But there’s also a tipped bottle of lighter fluid amidst the spilled, flaming charcoal. She sees Jack frantically hopping on the coals, pouring his beer bottle over the flames in a poor attempt to douse them, and cursing loudly.
Abandoning her flowers on the deck table, Sam runs inside the cabin and grabs the small fire extinguisher in the kitchen closet. When she rushes back outside she sees that Jack has taken off his shirt and is trying to beat at the flames with it, not having much luck.
“Shit!” He swears loudly as his shirt swipes at the spilled lighter fluid and quickly begins to catch fire. Relinquishing his t-shirt to the wicked flames, Jack returns to his previous method of stomping on the coals with his boots.
Trying hard not to laugh at the sight before her - a half-naked Jack jumping up and down and yelling like a lunatic - Sam swiftly steps in and uses the fire extinguisher, spraying first the deck, then the grill.
The flames are soon gone, the only evidence left of the fire being the heavy smell of smoke and burnt wood lingering in the air, some ashy charcoal, and a few charred spots on the deck.
Lowering the fire extinguisher, Sam turns to look at Jack, still standing where the fire once was, a sheepish expression on his face combined with boyish innocence. Her eyebrows raise as he opens his mouth to speak.
“Peanut butter and jelly?” he suggests with a shrug. The fish that had been on the grill were reduced to ash long ago, and there was no chance salvaging anything.
Sam sets down the fire extinguisher with a dull ’thunk’. She cocks her head, taking in his appearance for a moment. His now-bare chest is blackened in some spots from the smoke, his hair is thoroughly fluffed and poking out in all directions, there’s charcoal smears on his face, and his boots are half-covered in foam from the extinguisher.
Her lips twitch, and she bursts out laughing so hard that tears spring to her eyes.
Jack stands there, bewildered. He smiles after a second, mostly just glad that she’s not mad at him for nearly bringing the entire cabin down in flames.
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Jack steps up beside her chair on the dock. He cocks an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. Her fit of giggles has turned into full-blown hysterics again. “I’m glad you think my ineptitude at grilling is so funny,” he says with feigned hurt.
“I’m sorry,“ she waves a hand at him, the other covering her mouth as she tries to stop laughing. “I just can’t believe you lit the deck on fire!” she laughs loudly again, leaning forward in her chair.
When she manages to compose herself, she twists in the chair to really look at him. He hasn’t bothered to clean up or change still, even after they’d made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches instead of fish, and had eaten on the back porch. “Jack, you’re filthy,” she exclaims with a twitching smile.
He grins slyly and tilts his head to one side. “Oh yeah, you think so?” Smirking devilishly now, Jack gets behind her chair and in one swift movement, dumps her straight into the lake, clothes and all.
“Jack!” she screeches, splashing into the cool water and spluttering from the unexpected dunk.
He grins triumphantly from the dock, fists at either side of his hips in a proud pose. “Ha, I don’t see you giggling now,” he teases, winking at her when she glares at him and swipes her arm in the water, splashing him.
“Get your filthy butt in here,” Sam orders with a smile, splashing him again.
Jack makes a face, then gives a nonchalant shrug and nods, backing up a few steps. “If you say so!”
Sam’s brows furrow for a moment as he backs up, then she swims to the side as she realizes what he’s going to do.
With just two easy strides of his long legs, Jack launches himself off the dock and tucks his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them mid-air as he yells, “COWABUNGA!!!”
The splash as Jack lands in the water sends a tidal wave over Sam’s head and she splutters again, making a face as he rises back to the surface.
“That’ll teach you to laugh at my cooking skills,” Jack gives another triumphant smirk.
Spitting water in his face, Sam childishly sticks her tongue out at him and swims closer. “I wasn’t laughing at your cooking skills,” she tells him seriously, draping her arms over his shoulders when she gets close enough in the water.
He raises a skeptical eyebrow and places his hands at her hips as they tread water together.
Sam smiles and rakes a hand through his matted-down, wet hair, spiking it up again. “But next time, let me light the grill,” she teases, laughing.
Jack snorts, then gets a wicked gleam in his dark eyes as he dunks her underwater.
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Summary: Just some Sam and Jack summer fun at the cabin.
Timeframe: None.
Pairings: Sam/Jack
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Rating: PG13 for brief cursing.
Splash and Burn
The smell of charred meat and heavy smoke lingers in the air from nearly an hour ago. Even sitting out on the small dock, a good distance away from the cabin, she still gets a whiff every now and then on the warm evening breeze.
Sam can’t help but giggle as she remembers, leaning back in the deck chair and staring out across the water. She hears his clanking footsteps on the planks of old wood behind her, but doesn’t turn around.
It takes all her willpower not to burst out into full hysterics again.
-
“Jack?” Sam comes around the outside of the cabin, carrying the small bouquet of flowers she picked on her walk. “What’s that smell?” When she sees all the smoke and coughs, squinting against the burning of her eyes, her brows raise with surprise.
“Sam! The deck’s on fire!” she hears Jack yell from somewhere within all the black smoke.
She runs up the steps where she’s close enough to actually see what’s going on now. Half the charcoal from the grill is spilled across the deck, still on fire. Sam doesn’t even want to ask how that happened. But there’s also a tipped bottle of lighter fluid amidst the spilled, flaming charcoal. She sees Jack frantically hopping on the coals, pouring his beer bottle over the flames in a poor attempt to douse them, and cursing loudly.
Abandoning her flowers on the deck table, Sam runs inside the cabin and grabs the small fire extinguisher in the kitchen closet. When she rushes back outside she sees that Jack has taken off his shirt and is trying to beat at the flames with it, not having much luck.
“Shit!” He swears loudly as his shirt swipes at the spilled lighter fluid and quickly begins to catch fire. Relinquishing his t-shirt to the wicked flames, Jack returns to his previous method of stomping on the coals with his boots.
Trying hard not to laugh at the sight before her - a half-naked Jack jumping up and down and yelling like a lunatic - Sam swiftly steps in and uses the fire extinguisher, spraying first the deck, then the grill.
The flames are soon gone, the only evidence left of the fire being the heavy smell of smoke and burnt wood lingering in the air, some ashy charcoal, and a few charred spots on the deck.
Lowering the fire extinguisher, Sam turns to look at Jack, still standing where the fire once was, a sheepish expression on his face combined with boyish innocence. Her eyebrows raise as he opens his mouth to speak.
“Peanut butter and jelly?” he suggests with a shrug. The fish that had been on the grill were reduced to ash long ago, and there was no chance salvaging anything.
Sam sets down the fire extinguisher with a dull ’thunk’. She cocks her head, taking in his appearance for a moment. His now-bare chest is blackened in some spots from the smoke, his hair is thoroughly fluffed and poking out in all directions, there’s charcoal smears on his face, and his boots are half-covered in foam from the extinguisher.
Her lips twitch, and she bursts out laughing so hard that tears spring to her eyes.
Jack stands there, bewildered. He smiles after a second, mostly just glad that she’s not mad at him for nearly bringing the entire cabin down in flames.
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Jack steps up beside her chair on the dock. He cocks an eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest. Her fit of giggles has turned into full-blown hysterics again. “I’m glad you think my ineptitude at grilling is so funny,” he says with feigned hurt.
“I’m sorry,“ she waves a hand at him, the other covering her mouth as she tries to stop laughing. “I just can’t believe you lit the deck on fire!” she laughs loudly again, leaning forward in her chair.
When she manages to compose herself, she twists in the chair to really look at him. He hasn’t bothered to clean up or change still, even after they’d made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches instead of fish, and had eaten on the back porch. “Jack, you’re filthy,” she exclaims with a twitching smile.
He grins slyly and tilts his head to one side. “Oh yeah, you think so?” Smirking devilishly now, Jack gets behind her chair and in one swift movement, dumps her straight into the lake, clothes and all.
“Jack!” she screeches, splashing into the cool water and spluttering from the unexpected dunk.
He grins triumphantly from the dock, fists at either side of his hips in a proud pose. “Ha, I don’t see you giggling now,” he teases, winking at her when she glares at him and swipes her arm in the water, splashing him.
“Get your filthy butt in here,” Sam orders with a smile, splashing him again.
Jack makes a face, then gives a nonchalant shrug and nods, backing up a few steps. “If you say so!”
Sam’s brows furrow for a moment as he backs up, then she swims to the side as she realizes what he’s going to do.
With just two easy strides of his long legs, Jack launches himself off the dock and tucks his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them mid-air as he yells, “COWABUNGA!!!”
The splash as Jack lands in the water sends a tidal wave over Sam’s head and she splutters again, making a face as he rises back to the surface.
“That’ll teach you to laugh at my cooking skills,” Jack gives another triumphant smirk.
Spitting water in his face, Sam childishly sticks her tongue out at him and swims closer. “I wasn’t laughing at your cooking skills,” she tells him seriously, draping her arms over his shoulders when she gets close enough in the water.
He raises a skeptical eyebrow and places his hands at her hips as they tread water together.
Sam smiles and rakes a hand through his matted-down, wet hair, spiking it up again. “But next time, let me light the grill,” she teases, laughing.
Jack snorts, then gets a wicked gleam in his dark eyes as he dunks her underwater.
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