Rage
Title- Blue Monday, Black Friday
Rating - G
Spoliers - None
A bad start to the working week.
Not something Sam usually experienced with the schedule she kept as the SGC but she definitely had the Monday blues.
As Tuesday passed badly she hoped Friday would be better.
She was looking forward to a weekend off, like a normal person with a normal working week.
Thursday was promising, her blue Monday almost forgotten.
Unfortunately she’d also almost forgotten she wasn’t a normal person with a normal working week.
Most of Friday was spent in darkness.
A last minute mission, a dingy cell with no windows and unconsciousness.
A black Friday literally.
*
Title - Brown Paper Bag
Rating - G
Pairing - Sam/Jack
Notes - Sappy, I know, couldn't help it
Sam was definitely having a brown paper bag day.
She didn’t have them often and they were rarely this bad. She really did want to wear a bag on her head tonight.
Or destroy every mirror and reflective surface she came across.
She groaned loudly at her reflection.
“Carter, you coming?” Jack called.
“Yes sir”
She applied a layer of lipstick over her cracked lips and left the sanctuary of her bathroom to join her waiting friends.
“Jesus Cater, you look beautiful”
The words meant nothing.
The look in his eyes told her she didn’t need that brown paper bag.
expect more, can't help myself was given such a long list of ideas.....
Rating - G
Spoliers - None
A bad start to the working week.
Not something Sam usually experienced with the schedule she kept as the SGC but she definitely had the Monday blues.
As Tuesday passed badly she hoped Friday would be better.
She was looking forward to a weekend off, like a normal person with a normal working week.
Thursday was promising, her blue Monday almost forgotten.
Unfortunately she’d also almost forgotten she wasn’t a normal person with a normal working week.
Most of Friday was spent in darkness.
A last minute mission, a dingy cell with no windows and unconsciousness.
A black Friday literally.
*
Title - Brown Paper Bag
Rating - G
Pairing - Sam/Jack
Notes - Sappy, I know, couldn't help it
Sam was definitely having a brown paper bag day.
She didn’t have them often and they were rarely this bad. She really did want to wear a bag on her head tonight.
Or destroy every mirror and reflective surface she came across.
She groaned loudly at her reflection.
“Carter, you coming?” Jack called.
“Yes sir”
She applied a layer of lipstick over her cracked lips and left the sanctuary of her bathroom to join her waiting friends.
“Jesus Cater, you look beautiful”
The words meant nothing.
The look in his eyes told her she didn’t need that brown paper bag.
expect more, can't help myself was given such a long list of ideas.....