[Stargate: Drabble] "A Day Off" [Sam/Jack, G]
Title: A Day Off
Prompt: sj_everyday challenge #42 ‘once in a blue moon’
Word Count: 210
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Summary: “It’s been a whole day.”
A Day Off
“Wow,” said Jack, softly.
Sam looked up from her science journal with a questioning frown. “What?”
“It’s been a whole day,” he said. “An entire twenty-four hour Earth day, with no crises or problems or alien invasions that would make us get called back in on our day off.”
“Yes, it has,” she agreed, smiling.
They’d left the SGC about ten the night before, and it was ten now. After being awake for almost forty-eight hours beforehand, they hadn’t done anything more than fall into bed - phones where they could hear them, should another emergency come up, but alarms decidedly turned off - and sleep.
When they’d woken the next morning, it had almost been afternoon by that point, but they’d still cooked scrambled eggs and bacon half-dressed before heading back upstairs for a few activities that required much less clothing. Dinner had been pizza and beer in their pajamas, catching the tail end of a NOVA special before a repeated hockey game came on.
Jack couldn’t remember having a better day in a long, long time.
“It’s just… nice,” he said.
Sam closed her journal and slid closer to him on the couch. “And were you planning on doing the same thing tomorrow?”
He grinned, “Hell, yes,” and kissed her.
THE END
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Prompt: sj_everyday challenge #42 ‘once in a blue moon’
Word Count: 210
Rating: G
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing(s): Sam Carter/Jack O’Neill
Summary: “It’s been a whole day.”
A Day Off
“Wow,” said Jack, softly.
Sam looked up from her science journal with a questioning frown. “What?”
“It’s been a whole day,” he said. “An entire twenty-four hour Earth day, with no crises or problems or alien invasions that would make us get called back in on our day off.”
“Yes, it has,” she agreed, smiling.
They’d left the SGC about ten the night before, and it was ten now. After being awake for almost forty-eight hours beforehand, they hadn’t done anything more than fall into bed - phones where they could hear them, should another emergency come up, but alarms decidedly turned off - and sleep.
When they’d woken the next morning, it had almost been afternoon by that point, but they’d still cooked scrambled eggs and bacon half-dressed before heading back upstairs for a few activities that required much less clothing. Dinner had been pizza and beer in their pajamas, catching the tail end of a NOVA special before a repeated hockey game came on.
Jack couldn’t remember having a better day in a long, long time.
“It’s just… nice,” he said.
Sam closed her journal and slid closer to him on the couch. “And were you planning on doing the same thing tomorrow?”
He grinned, “Hell, yes,” and kissed her.
THE END
Current Mood:
blah