Stargate Drabbles
Written for seramercury, trekwriter and sg_crazy (in that order!).
Pairings: 1 Daniel/Janet, the other two are Sam/Jack
Rating: All around the PG mark.
“Janet, can I ask you something?”
“Sure! What’s wrong?” Janet asked brightly, her smile lighting up her dark medical bay. Daniel stared at her, ignorant of the next step.
“How do you get your hair so soft and manageable?”
Janet blinked incredulously. She hadn’t expected that. ‘Hathor’s halitosis must have really affected him.’
“Shampoo twice and condition, remembering to leave the conditioner in for about the same time as a quick snog session.”
Daniel nodded, stepped up to Janet and ran his fingers through her hair. “How long?”
“About five inches from the shoulder, or this long for the snog.”
"Ow sir. You're standing on my foot." Jack moved his foot. "Sir, now you're pressing my hand into the mud."
"Sorry Carter." Sam swung her legs round, and pushed Jack into the mud.
"Sir, when you said this would be a fun mission, you said nothing about mud, or being trodden on."
"Well, you said nothing about… the weather…" They looked at each other, then burst into giggles. They were a mess! They were plastered in mud, lost somewhere, and entangled together: it didn't look quite right for the two officers.
"Next time, we find asphalt before we play Twister!"
"Sir? Did you hear any of what I said?"
Jack looked up from his rainbow pencils to the uncomfortable blonde. "Run that by me again Carter."
Sam sighed. "I said that I had broken up with Pete, left the Air Force and currently pole dancing down in the seedy part of town." She waited expectantly for his reaction, but her commanding officer was sorting his coloured pencils.
"Sir, do you want a lap dance?"
Jack's head shot up. Sam smiled. "Sir, I'll brief SG-9 whilst you clear your head. Then, I dance!"
Sam left with his eyes on her ass.
Rach xxx
Pairings: 1 Daniel/Janet, the other two are Sam/Jack
Rating: All around the PG mark.
“Janet, can I ask you something?”
“Sure! What’s wrong?” Janet asked brightly, her smile lighting up her dark medical bay. Daniel stared at her, ignorant of the next step.
“How do you get your hair so soft and manageable?”
Janet blinked incredulously. She hadn’t expected that. ‘Hathor’s halitosis must have really affected him.’
“Shampoo twice and condition, remembering to leave the conditioner in for about the same time as a quick snog session.”
Daniel nodded, stepped up to Janet and ran his fingers through her hair. “How long?”
“About five inches from the shoulder, or this long for the snog.”
"Ow sir. You're standing on my foot." Jack moved his foot. "Sir, now you're pressing my hand into the mud."
"Sorry Carter." Sam swung her legs round, and pushed Jack into the mud.
"Sir, when you said this would be a fun mission, you said nothing about mud, or being trodden on."
"Well, you said nothing about… the weather…" They looked at each other, then burst into giggles. They were a mess! They were plastered in mud, lost somewhere, and entangled together: it didn't look quite right for the two officers.
"Next time, we find asphalt before we play Twister!"
"Sir? Did you hear any of what I said?"
Jack looked up from his rainbow pencils to the uncomfortable blonde. "Run that by me again Carter."
Sam sighed. "I said that I had broken up with Pete, left the Air Force and currently pole dancing down in the seedy part of town." She waited expectantly for his reaction, but her commanding officer was sorting his coloured pencils.
"Sir, do you want a lap dance?"
Jack's head shot up. Sam smiled. "Sir, I'll brief SG-9 whilst you clear your head. Then, I dance!"
Sam left with his eyes on her ass.
Rach xxx