[Stargate: Drabble] "Invitation" [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: Invitation
Author: Ami Ven
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter (Tara)/Jack O'Neill (John), plus Sam/Jack
Genre: het.
Prompt: 100_tales #055 'kindness'
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Summary: John had always thought it was kinder not to try and contact the original Jack O’Neill.
Note(s): part of my clone!verse (this can probably stand alone, but it might make more sense to read the others first)
Invitation
John had always thought it was kinder not to try and contact the original Jack O’Neill.
He remembered being Jack, up until the point he’d been cloned, and if he’d had to keep on going like he had been, knowing that somewhere out there, there was a version of himself who lived an ordinary but fulfilling life and came home to a version of Sam Carter he was married to… well, he probably preferred not to have a constant reminder.
Really, John found he didn’t dwell too much on his ‘original’ life. Sure, he didn’t save the world from evil aliens anymore, but just last week he’d saved Suzie Marco’s cat from a tree, and her mom had made him brownies.
He’d never gotten brownies for anything at the SGC.
And he had Tara to share his new life with. Secretly, he’d been worried that it wouldn’t be enough for her, without ground-breaking physics and alien doohickeys. But then he’d come downstairs one morning to find her taking apart their toaster with every ounce of scientific joy she’d shown while disassembling naquadah bombs, and that had made him feel better.
With the Hopewell fire chief retiring and John training to take his place, he hadn’t even thought about stargates, or aliens, or risking his life every other day in a long time.
That was, until an envelope came in the mail, addressed in rather familiar handwriting to ‘Mr. and Mrs. J. Nelson’.
“That’s Daniel’s handwriting,” said Tara, and pulled it open. “You are cordially invited to the wedding of Colonel Samantha Carter and Major General Jack O’Neill, on June sixteenth…”
“Well, finally,” said John, grinning. “Are we going?”
Tara rested a hand on the slight swell of her middle and grinned back at him. “Undomesticated equines couldn’t keep us away.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Author: Ami Ven
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter (Tara)/Jack O'Neill (John), plus Sam/Jack
Genre: het.
Prompt: 100_tales #055 'kindness'
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Summary: John had always thought it was kinder not to try and contact the original Jack O’Neill.
Note(s): part of my clone!verse (this can probably stand alone, but it might make more sense to read the others first)
Invitation
John had always thought it was kinder not to try and contact the original Jack O’Neill.
He remembered being Jack, up until the point he’d been cloned, and if he’d had to keep on going like he had been, knowing that somewhere out there, there was a version of himself who lived an ordinary but fulfilling life and came home to a version of Sam Carter he was married to… well, he probably preferred not to have a constant reminder.
Really, John found he didn’t dwell too much on his ‘original’ life. Sure, he didn’t save the world from evil aliens anymore, but just last week he’d saved Suzie Marco’s cat from a tree, and her mom had made him brownies.
He’d never gotten brownies for anything at the SGC.
And he had Tara to share his new life with. Secretly, he’d been worried that it wouldn’t be enough for her, without ground-breaking physics and alien doohickeys. But then he’d come downstairs one morning to find her taking apart their toaster with every ounce of scientific joy she’d shown while disassembling naquadah bombs, and that had made him feel better.
With the Hopewell fire chief retiring and John training to take his place, he hadn’t even thought about stargates, or aliens, or risking his life every other day in a long time.
That was, until an envelope came in the mail, addressed in rather familiar handwriting to ‘Mr. and Mrs. J. Nelson’.
“That’s Daniel’s handwriting,” said Tara, and pulled it open. “You are cordially invited to the wedding of Colonel Samantha Carter and Major General Jack O’Neill, on June sixteenth…”
“Well, finally,” said John, grinning. “Are we going?”
Tara rested a hand on the slight swell of her middle and grinned back at him. “Undomesticated equines couldn’t keep us away.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow