SG-1 3-sentence fic
"I need a dance partner!" Sam whispers to Jack, looking nervously over her shoulder. The man she is trying to avoid resembles a confused Ox in expression and size.
Jack sets down his third piece of berry cake that was served in welcome of SG-1 to this planet that looks like the towns and villages of fairy tales and takes her hand.
They move out to join a dozen other couples who sway to the music, men's hands on women's waists, women's hands on men's shoulders like a Junior High School dance. But if Sam is standing closer than is customary, Jack doesn't mind.
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Jack sets down his third piece of berry cake that was served in welcome of SG-1 to this planet that looks like the towns and villages of fairy tales and takes her hand.
They move out to join a dozen other couples who sway to the music, men's hands on women's waists, women's hands on men's shoulders like a Junior High School dance. But if Sam is standing closer than is customary, Jack doesn't mind.
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