In Time: Just Not Right
Title: Just Not Right
Summary: Jack doesn’t think it’s very funny anymore.
Timeframe: Same as ‘Little Miss Attitude’.
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: Humor
Rating: T (for a teeny bit of sex talk)
A/N: I just couldn't help myself. I hadta add another snippet with little Sam. Teehee! And because it's so addicting...there may be more later. Heh.
Just Not Right
“Jaaaaack,” Sam whined, sounding more like how she looked than her actual age. “I was supposed to be back to normal today!“ She couldn’t help it, she pouted.
Jack couldn’t hide the faint smile on his face. He knelt down to her level, ignoring the protest from his knees and gently putting a hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, I know. But Daniel read the tablet wrong. This ‘miniaturization’ thing is supposed to last two weeks, not two days.”
He helped her up onto the chair that was stacked with two phone books before settling in the seat next to her at the table. Popping the cap off his beer, Jack took a swig and then pushed a glass of juice toward Sam. “Hey, at least Fraiser let me take you home,” he said, trying to cheer her up a little.
“I know.” Sam heaved a loud, dramatic sigh, folding her arms over the table and putting her chin down, glaring at the juice in front of her. “But I want sex.”
Jack choked and spit his beer across the table. “Sam!” he exclaimed, spluttering.
Her fair blonde brows furrowed. “What?” she asked innocently.
Composing himself, Jack got up and grabbed some paper towels, wiping the beer from his chin and the table. “I thought you said I wasn’t getting sex for a week once you were big again,” he shot back at her, though he decided a second too late that he shouldn’t have reminded her.
Sam shrugged, and heaving another sigh said pitifully, “I can’t hold out that long.”
Jack smirked for a second smugly, then frowned and waggled a finger at her. “Okay, enough. No more sex talk when you’re in the body of a two-year-old. It’s just…too weird! And wrong!” he exclaimed, ranting now and pacing back and forth in front of the kitchen table. “SO wrong!”
Sam started laughing when he shuddered visibly, her depression because of her current state momentarily forgotten. An evil smirk came across her face. She could SO use this to her advantage.
-The End-
(for now)
Summary: Jack doesn’t think it’s very funny anymore.
Timeframe: Same as ‘Little Miss Attitude’.
Characters/Pairing: Established Sam/Jack
Genre: Humor
Rating: T (for a teeny bit of sex talk)
A/N: I just couldn't help myself. I hadta add another snippet with little Sam. Teehee! And because it's so addicting...there may be more later. Heh.
Just Not Right
“Jaaaaack,” Sam whined, sounding more like how she looked than her actual age. “I was supposed to be back to normal today!“ She couldn’t help it, she pouted.
Jack couldn’t hide the faint smile on his face. He knelt down to her level, ignoring the protest from his knees and gently putting a hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, I know. But Daniel read the tablet wrong. This ‘miniaturization’ thing is supposed to last two weeks, not two days.”
He helped her up onto the chair that was stacked with two phone books before settling in the seat next to her at the table. Popping the cap off his beer, Jack took a swig and then pushed a glass of juice toward Sam. “Hey, at least Fraiser let me take you home,” he said, trying to cheer her up a little.
“I know.” Sam heaved a loud, dramatic sigh, folding her arms over the table and putting her chin down, glaring at the juice in front of her. “But I want sex.”
Jack choked and spit his beer across the table. “Sam!” he exclaimed, spluttering.
Her fair blonde brows furrowed. “What?” she asked innocently.
Composing himself, Jack got up and grabbed some paper towels, wiping the beer from his chin and the table. “I thought you said I wasn’t getting sex for a week once you were big again,” he shot back at her, though he decided a second too late that he shouldn’t have reminded her.
Sam shrugged, and heaving another sigh said pitifully, “I can’t hold out that long.”
Jack smirked for a second smugly, then frowned and waggled a finger at her. “Okay, enough. No more sex talk when you’re in the body of a two-year-old. It’s just…too weird! And wrong!” he exclaimed, ranting now and pacing back and forth in front of the kitchen table. “SO wrong!”
Sam started laughing when he shuddered visibly, her depression because of her current state momentarily forgotten. An evil smirk came across her face. She could SO use this to her advantage.
-The End-
(for now)