[Stargate: Drabble] "Out All Night" [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: Out All Night
Prompt: writerverse challenge #04 BINGO table of DOOM! prompt #08 ‘please don’t let me go’
Rating: G
Word Count: 138
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairings: Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Summary: He really was too old to have been spending the night on an old fishing dock.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Out All Night
Jack woke slowly, to the glitter of morning sunlight on the surface of the fishless pond and what felt like an ache in every single muscle in his body. His left arm felt particularly numb, which turned out to be because Sam was curled up on it, tucked against his side and still fast asleep.
He really was too old to have been spending the night on an old fishing dock, but he’d never been good at denying Sam anything, so when she’d curled against him in the fading light, suggesting they stay out just a little longer, he hadn’t even thought of refusing.
Sam made a contented sort of sound in her sleep and pressed a little closer. Jack let out a long breath, and settled back onto the weather-worn dock - a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
THE END
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Prompt: writerverse challenge #04 BINGO table of DOOM! prompt #08 ‘please don’t let me go’
Rating: G
Word Count: 138
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairings: Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Summary: He really was too old to have been spending the night on an old fishing dock.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Out All Night
Jack woke slowly, to the glitter of morning sunlight on the surface of the fishless pond and what felt like an ache in every single muscle in his body. His left arm felt particularly numb, which turned out to be because Sam was curled up on it, tucked against his side and still fast asleep.
He really was too old to have been spending the night on an old fishing dock, but he’d never been good at denying Sam anything, so when she’d curled against him in the fading light, suggesting they stay out just a little longer, he hadn’t even thought of refusing.
Sam made a contented sort of sound in her sleep and pressed a little closer. Jack let out a long breath, and settled back onto the weather-worn dock - a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
THE END
Current Mood:
working