Fic: 54 Hours (Part V) (PG)
Title: Lucky
Author: Divine Joker
Rating: Mature/Adult
Spoilers: Post-Origin, Pre-Beachhead
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me. I am not making any money off of this creation.
A/N: This here is the fifth in a series that highlights the first weekend that Sam and Jack make it to the cabin alone. Each story is its own, but short (+/- 1200 words) and all combine to make one whole weekend. As I always do, there’s a huge deal of this story/series that wouldn’t exist without triciabyrne1978.
This is Part V of the weekend series I’ve dubbed “54 Hours”. Here’re the links for I - IV:
Part I: Plane Simple
Part II: Classic
Part III: In Another Light
Part IV: Used To It (This is rated Mature)
[start]
“You’re lucky I found the bacon.” He grunted as he headed out into the parking lot.
Sam closed her door and shot him a withering look. “Coffee and bacon do not brunch make.”
“Hey, now,” he said, reaching out and taking her hand as they headed into the market. “Brunch is a meal between breakfast and lunch.”
“Okay then, let me clarify,” she reached out and took a basket with her free hand, refusing to release him as they walked though the second set of doors, “Bacon is not a meal.”
Jack grunted. “I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Damn straight you will.” Sam leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I find it interesting, General,” she emphasized his title with a little bit of sarcasm, “that you can plan this whole weekend without thinking about food. It’s your favourite pastime.”
He glanced at her with a leer and Sam tried to quash the blush that crept into her cheeks. He grinned. “I’m just saying that it’s been a while since I made it up to the cabin, I don’t leave food there to rot. I always take it with me.”
Sam moved through the vegetables and fruits, knowing that she was buying for one supper, a breakfast and lunch. Checking the freshness of the strawberries, she was about to put them back when Jack forced her hand to drop them in the basket.
He shrugged when she frowned. “I like strawberries.”
She shook her head playfully and moved on to more pressing matters.
“Steak or pork?”
“Both,” he answered instantly, but by the time that Sam turned to contradict the intelligence of that, he’d moved on to the bakery section.
She rolled her eyes, grabbed a nice looking packet of sirloins and moved to follow Jack’s fleeting attention span. He was slack-jawed at the counter, with a kind, matronly looking woman trying to ignore his obvious delight at the sight of cakes and pies before him. She caught Sam’s eye over the counter and jokingly pointed to him.
“I’ve kept an eye on him, making sure he didn’t wander away again,” her small eyes were laughing, though Jack didn’t even seem to hear her.
Sam laughed and laid a hand on Jack’s back. “He does tend to get away from me sometimes,” she admitted.
“This one, Carter,” he said triumphantly, still apparently completely unaware that the two women were sharing a laugh because of him. He held up a smaller chocolate confection that Sam was certain would rot her teeth as she chewed, but the look in his eyes and the smile tugging on the corners of his lips was enough to make her cave. “It’ll go fantastically with the strawberries.”
“Fine,” she agreed, steering him away from the counter. “What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”
He eyed her for a moment, pursed his lips and then, seemingly coming to a decision was about to open his mouth to answer her when she put a finger to his lips and shook her head.
“What would you like to eat?” she clarified. “I don’t want to have to ask all these questions over just because you can’t seem to grow up a little bit. If you don’t make a decision you’re going to have to live with what I get for myself.”
He sighed petulantly, and shrugged his shoulders. “I like your taste most of the time; what were you thinking?”
She watched him from the corner of her eye while they made their way into the cereal aisle. In the few seconds it took to scan the entire shelf, she found that he was just too cute to disappoint. She grabbed a box of Fruit Loops and put them in the basket.
Then she studiously ignored the triumphant grin that was plastered on his face.
Lunch, she decided was just going to be sandwiches and they could grab something on the road down to the airstrip for supper.
Sam went through the rest of the shopping trip on automatic, ignoring Jack when he slipped something in to the basket - except for the yo-yo he had managed to find somewhere. She picked it up and stared at him incredulously.
“Don’t you have a dozen of these already?”
Jack shrugged. “Not here with me.” She narrowed her eyes and watched him until he shrugged pathetically. “They’re all mementos,” he admitted.
Swallowing in surprise, she thought back to some of the times she’d seen him playing with new yo-yo’s. She first remembered the one that looked liked it had been used more times than all the others before it, after their experience with the failed time-machine. The one that was coloured to look like Jupiter, sitting on his coffee table after they’d come back from his X301 disaster with Teal’c. The gold one that had made an appearance after her little confusion with Orlin.
Sam blinked.
She couldn’t stop herself from smiling when the full impact of his confession made its way into her psyche. There were moments in his life that he wanted to have a tangible reminder of; death, life, discovery.
This was one of them.
She gently set the basket down and carefully, purposefully, pulled him to her for a tender, thorough kiss of thanks. Jack murmured against her lips, but returned the caress without pause. One of his hands drifted to her waist and pulled her tighter against him. She could have almost forgotten that they were in a grocery store.
An older gentleman cleared his throat as he made his way past them down to the oatmeal.
“He’s just jealous,” Jack chuckled. He stepped back from her and smiled charmingly, the hand unattached to her body tucked a strand of hair back to her ear and he leaned a little further back to look at her for a long moment.
She grinned, a little embarrassed, but satisfied nonetheless. Turning from him, she took his hand again and tried to focus on finishing their errands so that he would have a little time to fish at least. She had been dying to get her hands inside of her Mustang since she’d set sights on it late the night before, and she was sure that he had a little secret fantasy that involved her leaning down under the hood of a classic car.
Who was she to deny him the simple pleasure?
[end]
Author: Divine Joker
Rating: Mature/Adult
Spoilers: Post-Origin, Pre-Beachhead
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me. I am not making any money off of this creation.
A/N: This here is the fifth in a series that highlights the first weekend that Sam and Jack make it to the cabin alone. Each story is its own, but short (+/- 1200 words) and all combine to make one whole weekend. As I always do, there’s a huge deal of this story/series that wouldn’t exist without triciabyrne1978.
This is Part V of the weekend series I’ve dubbed “54 Hours”. Here’re the links for I - IV:
Part I: Plane Simple
Part II: Classic
Part III: In Another Light
Part IV: Used To It (This is rated Mature)
[start]
“You’re lucky I found the bacon.” He grunted as he headed out into the parking lot.
Sam closed her door and shot him a withering look. “Coffee and bacon do not brunch make.”
“Hey, now,” he said, reaching out and taking her hand as they headed into the market. “Brunch is a meal between breakfast and lunch.”
“Okay then, let me clarify,” she reached out and took a basket with her free hand, refusing to release him as they walked though the second set of doors, “Bacon is not a meal.”
Jack grunted. “I’ll buy you lunch.”
“Damn straight you will.” Sam leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I find it interesting, General,” she emphasized his title with a little bit of sarcasm, “that you can plan this whole weekend without thinking about food. It’s your favourite pastime.”
He glanced at her with a leer and Sam tried to quash the blush that crept into her cheeks. He grinned. “I’m just saying that it’s been a while since I made it up to the cabin, I don’t leave food there to rot. I always take it with me.”
Sam moved through the vegetables and fruits, knowing that she was buying for one supper, a breakfast and lunch. Checking the freshness of the strawberries, she was about to put them back when Jack forced her hand to drop them in the basket.
He shrugged when she frowned. “I like strawberries.”
She shook her head playfully and moved on to more pressing matters.
“Steak or pork?”
“Both,” he answered instantly, but by the time that Sam turned to contradict the intelligence of that, he’d moved on to the bakery section.
She rolled her eyes, grabbed a nice looking packet of sirloins and moved to follow Jack’s fleeting attention span. He was slack-jawed at the counter, with a kind, matronly looking woman trying to ignore his obvious delight at the sight of cakes and pies before him. She caught Sam’s eye over the counter and jokingly pointed to him.
“I’ve kept an eye on him, making sure he didn’t wander away again,” her small eyes were laughing, though Jack didn’t even seem to hear her.
Sam laughed and laid a hand on Jack’s back. “He does tend to get away from me sometimes,” she admitted.
“This one, Carter,” he said triumphantly, still apparently completely unaware that the two women were sharing a laugh because of him. He held up a smaller chocolate confection that Sam was certain would rot her teeth as she chewed, but the look in his eyes and the smile tugging on the corners of his lips was enough to make her cave. “It’ll go fantastically with the strawberries.”
“Fine,” she agreed, steering him away from the counter. “What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”
He eyed her for a moment, pursed his lips and then, seemingly coming to a decision was about to open his mouth to answer her when she put a finger to his lips and shook her head.
“What would you like to eat?” she clarified. “I don’t want to have to ask all these questions over just because you can’t seem to grow up a little bit. If you don’t make a decision you’re going to have to live with what I get for myself.”
He sighed petulantly, and shrugged his shoulders. “I like your taste most of the time; what were you thinking?”
She watched him from the corner of her eye while they made their way into the cereal aisle. In the few seconds it took to scan the entire shelf, she found that he was just too cute to disappoint. She grabbed a box of Fruit Loops and put them in the basket.
Then she studiously ignored the triumphant grin that was plastered on his face.
Lunch, she decided was just going to be sandwiches and they could grab something on the road down to the airstrip for supper.
Sam went through the rest of the shopping trip on automatic, ignoring Jack when he slipped something in to the basket - except for the yo-yo he had managed to find somewhere. She picked it up and stared at him incredulously.
“Don’t you have a dozen of these already?”
Jack shrugged. “Not here with me.” She narrowed her eyes and watched him until he shrugged pathetically. “They’re all mementos,” he admitted.
Swallowing in surprise, she thought back to some of the times she’d seen him playing with new yo-yo’s. She first remembered the one that looked liked it had been used more times than all the others before it, after their experience with the failed time-machine. The one that was coloured to look like Jupiter, sitting on his coffee table after they’d come back from his X301 disaster with Teal’c. The gold one that had made an appearance after her little confusion with Orlin.
Sam blinked.
She couldn’t stop herself from smiling when the full impact of his confession made its way into her psyche. There were moments in his life that he wanted to have a tangible reminder of; death, life, discovery.
This was one of them.
She gently set the basket down and carefully, purposefully, pulled him to her for a tender, thorough kiss of thanks. Jack murmured against her lips, but returned the caress without pause. One of his hands drifted to her waist and pulled her tighter against him. She could have almost forgotten that they were in a grocery store.
An older gentleman cleared his throat as he made his way past them down to the oatmeal.
“He’s just jealous,” Jack chuckled. He stepped back from her and smiled charmingly, the hand unattached to her body tucked a strand of hair back to her ear and he leaned a little further back to look at her for a long moment.
She grinned, a little embarrassed, but satisfied nonetheless. Turning from him, she took his hand again and tried to focus on finishing their errands so that he would have a little time to fish at least. She had been dying to get her hands inside of her Mustang since she’d set sights on it late the night before, and she was sure that he had a little secret fantasy that involved her leaning down under the hood of a classic car.
Who was she to deny him the simple pleasure?
[end]