[Stargate: Drabble] "All Afternoon" [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: All Afternoon
Prompt: sj_everyday challenge #16 ‘let’s do something’
Word Count: 185
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Setting: part of my future!verse
Summary: “Do you think you could get away a little early?”
All Afternoon
“Hey, Carter,” said Jack, when she answered her phone. “You busy?”
“That depends,” Sam replied, shuffling papers around on her desk. “Why?”
“There was some kind of water main trouble down the block from the kids’ school, so they all got sent home after lunch. Do you think you could get away a little early? I could whip up something special for dinner.”
Sam smiled. Really, all of her reports could wait until tomorrow, and the few SG teams currently off-world were all on low risk non-combat mission. “No,” she said, into the phone. “Let me finish up a few things, and I’ll be home in about an hour. We can all do something together.”
“That sounds great,” said Jack, and she could hear his smile. “We’ll be waiting.”
Forty-five minutes later, Sam pulled into their driveway, and he had barely gotten out of the car before she was hit with a small blonde projectile.
“You’re home!” six-year-old A.J. cried, happily. “Now we can play all afternoon.”
Sam took her hand, letting her daughter lead them back toward the house. “Yep,” she agreed. “All afternoon.”
THE END
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Prompt: sj_everyday challenge #16 ‘let’s do something’
Word Count: 185
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Setting: part of my future!verse
Summary: “Do you think you could get away a little early?”
All Afternoon
“Hey, Carter,” said Jack, when she answered her phone. “You busy?”
“That depends,” Sam replied, shuffling papers around on her desk. “Why?”
“There was some kind of water main trouble down the block from the kids’ school, so they all got sent home after lunch. Do you think you could get away a little early? I could whip up something special for dinner.”
Sam smiled. Really, all of her reports could wait until tomorrow, and the few SG teams currently off-world were all on low risk non-combat mission. “No,” she said, into the phone. “Let me finish up a few things, and I’ll be home in about an hour. We can all do something together.”
“That sounds great,” said Jack, and she could hear his smile. “We’ll be waiting.”
Forty-five minutes later, Sam pulled into their driveway, and he had barely gotten out of the car before she was hit with a small blonde projectile.
“You’re home!” six-year-old A.J. cried, happily. “Now we can play all afternoon.”
Sam took her hand, letting her daughter lead them back toward the house. “Yep,” she agreed. “All afternoon.”
THE END
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cold