Moving from com - Little R&R... righhhht
He knew the way out to the lake, and he was on vacation. There was no reason for him to get called back to Star Gate Command unless Daniel or Carter could find a way to bring him back, which was highly unlikely since Carter was in DC with Hammond, and Daniel was absorbed in some translation.
The colonel grinned 48 hours of R&R, fishing in an empty lake, grilling some burgers and knocking back a few beers.
Well that and he was determined to watch the football game.
What he didn’t expect was halfway up the road to his lake-house for there to be fog. The white tendrils curling around the trees as he pulled up to the house. It was early morning. He wondered briefly if that was the reason for it.
Shaking his head he decided he’d figure it out later. Probably just the unseasonably warm weather, after all it had been the upper seventies most the week.
Grabbing the brown grocery bag he slid out of the truck shifting the keys in his hand so that the one for the front door was in hand.
Walking into the kitchen he set the bag down on the counter. Something moved in the corner of his eye.
No one else had the keys to the place. His gun slid into his hand.
Footsteps sounded down the hall, a child’s footsteps, too light to be an adult’s.
“Okay, I don’t know how you got in, but you better show yourself.” The gun stayed down at his side as he slipped into the hall listening carefully.
A child’s laugh came from the back bedroom. Moving down the hall he heard the footsteps again, this time running past him, but nothing was there.
“Dad, come play! I’ll be outside.”
That voice…
((Was thinking SH when I wrote it))
The colonel grinned 48 hours of R&R, fishing in an empty lake, grilling some burgers and knocking back a few beers.
Well that and he was determined to watch the football game.
What he didn’t expect was halfway up the road to his lake-house for there to be fog. The white tendrils curling around the trees as he pulled up to the house. It was early morning. He wondered briefly if that was the reason for it.
Shaking his head he decided he’d figure it out later. Probably just the unseasonably warm weather, after all it had been the upper seventies most the week.
Grabbing the brown grocery bag he slid out of the truck shifting the keys in his hand so that the one for the front door was in hand.
Walking into the kitchen he set the bag down on the counter. Something moved in the corner of his eye.
No one else had the keys to the place. His gun slid into his hand.
Footsteps sounded down the hall, a child’s footsteps, too light to be an adult’s.
“Okay, I don’t know how you got in, but you better show yourself.” The gun stayed down at his side as he slipped into the hall listening carefully.
A child’s laugh came from the back bedroom. Moving down the hall he heard the footsteps again, this time running past him, but nothing was there.
“Dad, come play! I’ll be outside.”
That voice…
((Was thinking SH when I wrote it))