[Stargate: Drabble] "Outnumbered" [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: Outnumbered
Prompt: sj_everyday challenge #5 ‘sleepless nights’
Word Count: 277
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Setting: vaguely Sam-is-commanding-the-Hammond (technically, part of my future!verse)
Summary: He really should have known better than to take on two-to-one odds.
Outnumbered
Jack ached all over.
He really should have known better than to take on two-to-one odds, even if he’d never been one to back down from a challenge. But he was starting to regret it now, when his muscles protested every movement and his brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls. He was sure he’d done more on less sleep, but he couldn’t remember any specific times at the moment.
But there was no way he was giving this up. He’d fought too long and too hard not to take every moment that life gave him and make the most of it, even the parts that should have been difficult.
Then he heard the sound of small feet hitting the floor of his son’s room and he suppressed the sigh that might have woken the baby daughter he’d just gotten to fall asleep.
“Hey, kiddo,” he whispered, when Jake toddled sleepily out into the hallway. “Bad dream?”
The three-year-old nodded. “Mommy got hurt.”
“Your mom is just fine,” Jack promised. “She’ll be back home tomorrow.”
Jake didn’t look reassured. “Read a story?” he requested.
“Let me put A.J. back in her crib,” said Jack, softly, and slowed so that Jake could keep up while holding on to the fabric of his father’s pajama bottoms.
It took three readings of The Little Engine That Could for the boy to fall back asleep, and by that time, the sun was just beginning to appear above the trees.
Jack pulled his blankets into place and headed back to the master bedroom- he could probably get a whole fifteen minutes’ sleep before A.J. was up for her next bottle.
THE END
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Prompt: sj_everyday challenge #5 ‘sleepless nights’
Word Count: 277
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Setting: vaguely Sam-is-commanding-the-Hammond (technically, part of my future!verse)
Summary: He really should have known better than to take on two-to-one odds.
Outnumbered
Jack ached all over.
He really should have known better than to take on two-to-one odds, even if he’d never been one to back down from a challenge. But he was starting to regret it now, when his muscles protested every movement and his brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls. He was sure he’d done more on less sleep, but he couldn’t remember any specific times at the moment.
But there was no way he was giving this up. He’d fought too long and too hard not to take every moment that life gave him and make the most of it, even the parts that should have been difficult.
Then he heard the sound of small feet hitting the floor of his son’s room and he suppressed the sigh that might have woken the baby daughter he’d just gotten to fall asleep.
“Hey, kiddo,” he whispered, when Jake toddled sleepily out into the hallway. “Bad dream?”
The three-year-old nodded. “Mommy got hurt.”
“Your mom is just fine,” Jack promised. “She’ll be back home tomorrow.”
Jake didn’t look reassured. “Read a story?” he requested.
“Let me put A.J. back in her crib,” said Jack, softly, and slowed so that Jake could keep up while holding on to the fabric of his father’s pajama bottoms.
It took three readings of The Little Engine That Could for the boy to fall back asleep, and by that time, the sun was just beginning to appear above the trees.
Jack pulled his blankets into place and headed back to the master bedroom- he could probably get a whole fifteen minutes’ sleep before A.J. was up for her next bottle.
THE END
Current Mood:
blah