[Stargate: Drabble] "Going the Distance" [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: Going the Distance
Author: Ami Ven
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill
Genre: het.
Prompt: 100_tales #090 ‘travel’
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Setting: part of my future!verse, but can be read alone
Summary: “How far do you think we’ve gone out there? You know, total distance?”
Going the Distance
“How far do you think we’ve gone out there?” asked Jack. “You know, total distance?”
He lay on the dock of the pond, the wood still warm from the afternoon sunshine, with two-year-old Jake sprawled, loose-limbed and fast asleep, across his stomach. Sam was using Jack’s shoulder as a pillow, the swell of her middle pressed between them, one hand on Jake’s back.
“Total distance?” she repeated, looking up at the stars. “That might be hard to calculate. Most of our trips through the ‘gate, we knew where we were going, so we could add up all those light-years. But we did end up a few places we didn’t expect to, so there would be a decent margin for error. And ship travel would be harder to figure out. Or maybe easier. We could check the Hammond’s logs, but most of Prometheus’s flight data was lost when she was destroyed. And… Jack O’Neill, are you laughing at me?”
“Of course not, Carter,” he said. “I’m laughing with you. Because of you. Because we have been billions and trillions and gazillions of miles around the universe, and we ended up here.”
“Yeah,” Sam agreed, snuggling closer. “I guess we’re just lucky.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow
Author: Ami Ven
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill
Genre: het.
Prompt: 100_tales #090 ‘travel’
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Setting: part of my future!verse, but can be read alone
Summary: “How far do you think we’ve gone out there? You know, total distance?”
Going the Distance
“How far do you think we’ve gone out there?” asked Jack. “You know, total distance?”
He lay on the dock of the pond, the wood still warm from the afternoon sunshine, with two-year-old Jake sprawled, loose-limbed and fast asleep, across his stomach. Sam was using Jack’s shoulder as a pillow, the swell of her middle pressed between them, one hand on Jake’s back.
“Total distance?” she repeated, looking up at the stars. “That might be hard to calculate. Most of our trips through the ‘gate, we knew where we were going, so we could add up all those light-years. But we did end up a few places we didn’t expect to, so there would be a decent margin for error. And ship travel would be harder to figure out. Or maybe easier. We could check the Hammond’s logs, but most of Prometheus’s flight data was lost when she was destroyed. And… Jack O’Neill, are you laughing at me?”
“Of course not, Carter,” he said. “I’m laughing with you. Because of you. Because we have been billions and trillions and gazillions of miles around the universe, and we ended up here.”
“Yeah,” Sam agreed, snuggling closer. “I guess we’re just lucky.”
THE END
Current Mood:
mellow