Fic: Away From Prying Eyes (Sam/Jack)
Title: Away From Prying Eyes
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Sam/Jack
Prompt: #015 Downtime
Word Count: 199
Rating: T+
Summary: Major Samantha Carter had a secret.
Notes: Written for sg_15_fics in 2009 or so.
Major Samantha Carter had a secret.
She had been keeping it hidden away from prying eyes for so long now that it was hard to say the exact moment it had begun, but it was there and it was very real.
It was a secret that once out would humiliate her and make her a hypocrite, because she had spent hours criticising and mocking those who publicly admitting to liking it, a certain Jack O’Neill in particular.
Shrugging as if none of that mattered, she reached over the couch and grabbed the remote in preparation for a night of her dirty little secret.
She found the correct channel, made herself comfortable and after ten or so minutes was so absorbed in the program that she didn’t notice the door open, or the soft padding of footsteps making their way towards her.
All she could see and hear were the characters onscreen. Everything else lost all meaning and faded out.
The footsteps grew louder as they neared and stopped in the doorway.
After a minute or two of silence, as Sam continued to watch the TV, he spoke.
“So you don’t like ‘The Simpson’s’, huh?”
Her throat caught.
Oh crap.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Sam/Jack
Prompt: #015 Downtime
Word Count: 199
Rating: T+
Summary: Major Samantha Carter had a secret.
Notes: Written for sg_15_fics in 2009 or so.
Major Samantha Carter had a secret.
She had been keeping it hidden away from prying eyes for so long now that it was hard to say the exact moment it had begun, but it was there and it was very real.
It was a secret that once out would humiliate her and make her a hypocrite, because she had spent hours criticising and mocking those who publicly admitting to liking it, a certain Jack O’Neill in particular.
Shrugging as if none of that mattered, she reached over the couch and grabbed the remote in preparation for a night of her dirty little secret.
She found the correct channel, made herself comfortable and after ten or so minutes was so absorbed in the program that she didn’t notice the door open, or the soft padding of footsteps making their way towards her.
All she could see and hear were the characters onscreen. Everything else lost all meaning and faded out.
The footsteps grew louder as they neared and stopped in the doorway.
After a minute or two of silence, as Sam continued to watch the TV, he spoke.
“So you don’t like ‘The Simpson’s’, huh?”
Her throat caught.
Oh crap.