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Ficlet: Don't Have A Cow, Man (G)
Title: Don't Have A Cow, Man
Author: Pepper
Rating: G
Wordcount: 576
Featured Character(s): Jack, Sam
Pairing(s): Slightly Sam/Jack-ish
Summary: It was just possible he'd overreacted.
A/N: I fell over this idea on the way home. Yeah. Ow. For
annerbhp, on her birthday. Happy birthday!
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Author: Pepper
Rating: G
Wordcount: 576
Featured Character(s): Jack, Sam
Pairing(s): Slightly Sam/Jack-ish
Summary: It was just possible he'd overreacted.
A/N: I fell over this idea on the way home. Yeah. Ow. For
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She opened the door, and it was then that he realized that it was just possible he'd overreacted.
"Sir? What's going on?"
Jack stared at his Major, standing framed in her doorway, and then glanced down, doing a quick survey of her body. Apart from a big tear in one knee of her sweatpants, she didn't seem to be in any peril. Well, that was... Huh. "You're okay?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about the –" She waved the phone in her hand. "I was just gonna call you back. Sir, are there... are there S.W.A.T. guys in my flowerbeds?" She peered around him. She really loved those flowerbeds, and they'd not yet recovered from the last time S.W.A.T. guys had invaded her house. She was probably gonna be pissed.
"Um." Jack stared at her some more, and then at the gun in his hand. He holstered it quickly. "Hey, Carter! Me and some of the guys thought we'd stop by, see if you-"
"What did you think had happened?" she asked, curiously, still staring at the S.W.A.T. guys (who were beginning to mill, restlessly. He really ought to send them home). "Sir – you didn't think I'd been," she smiled, "kidnapped or something, did you?"
"You? Kidnapped? Again? No, Carter," he said, snappishly. "Why would I think that?"
He'd been talking to her as she walked back home from the park. He'd instigated a new policy of calling his team once a day on weekends, ever since the Adrian Conrad incident, because he never again wanted one of them to disappear for two whole days before he knew about it. So his feelings when, in the middle of a sentence, he'd heard a sudden cry, a crash, and a dial tone, had been... well. She was okay, and that was the important thing.
Her smile turned wry. "I tripped. It was really quite embarrassing, actually – I went flying, my phone smashed on impact with the pavement, some guys asked me if I was okay..." They both glanced down at her leg. "I skinned my knee. It's bleeding kind of a lot."
"Oh. I see. Well, I'm glad you're not... having your brain removed by terminally ill megalomaniacs, anyhow," said Jack. He glanced back at the S.W.A.T. guys. Captain Nelson was looking impatient. "I should probably-"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. So, I'll just..." He pointed behind him, and then glanced down at her knee. "Need any help there? I'm a dab hand with the iodine."
Sam smiled, uncomfortably. "I think I've got it, sir, thanks." Her eyes strayed briefly to a S.W.A.T. guy who was kicking disconsolately at her porch, as Jack told himself that the disappointment was just the adrenaline burning off.
"'Course you have. I'll just take my S.W.A.T. guys and-"
"Colonel?" He glanced back. "You could hang around, though," she said, diffidently. "I'm not really doing anything this afternoon, and it'd be... nice. You know - if you wanted."
Jack stared at her for a long, thoughtful moment, and then grinned. "My hot, sweet tea is to die for," he promised.
Sam wrinkled her nose. "I'm not an invalid, you know."
"No, Carter, I insist you put your feet up – you're probably in shock, and-"
"I can still kick your ass, sir," she said, warningly.
Jack backed up, hands raised. "Not in front of the S.W.A.T. guys," he protested. Sam rolled her eyes and went back into her house, leaving the door open. Jack toned down his grin, and went to explain to Captain Nelson that he'd gotten the situation under control.
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"Sir? What's going on?"
Jack stared at his Major, standing framed in her doorway, and then glanced down, doing a quick survey of her body. Apart from a big tear in one knee of her sweatpants, she didn't seem to be in any peril. Well, that was... Huh. "You're okay?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about the –" She waved the phone in her hand. "I was just gonna call you back. Sir, are there... are there S.W.A.T. guys in my flowerbeds?" She peered around him. She really loved those flowerbeds, and they'd not yet recovered from the last time S.W.A.T. guys had invaded her house. She was probably gonna be pissed.
"Um." Jack stared at her some more, and then at the gun in his hand. He holstered it quickly. "Hey, Carter! Me and some of the guys thought we'd stop by, see if you-"
"What did you think had happened?" she asked, curiously, still staring at the S.W.A.T. guys (who were beginning to mill, restlessly. He really ought to send them home). "Sir – you didn't think I'd been," she smiled, "kidnapped or something, did you?"
"You? Kidnapped? Again? No, Carter," he said, snappishly. "Why would I think that?"
He'd been talking to her as she walked back home from the park. He'd instigated a new policy of calling his team once a day on weekends, ever since the Adrian Conrad incident, because he never again wanted one of them to disappear for two whole days before he knew about it. So his feelings when, in the middle of a sentence, he'd heard a sudden cry, a crash, and a dial tone, had been... well. She was okay, and that was the important thing.
Her smile turned wry. "I tripped. It was really quite embarrassing, actually – I went flying, my phone smashed on impact with the pavement, some guys asked me if I was okay..." They both glanced down at her leg. "I skinned my knee. It's bleeding kind of a lot."
"Oh. I see. Well, I'm glad you're not... having your brain removed by terminally ill megalomaniacs, anyhow," said Jack. He glanced back at the S.W.A.T. guys. Captain Nelson was looking impatient. "I should probably-"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. So, I'll just..." He pointed behind him, and then glanced down at her knee. "Need any help there? I'm a dab hand with the iodine."
Sam smiled, uncomfortably. "I think I've got it, sir, thanks." Her eyes strayed briefly to a S.W.A.T. guy who was kicking disconsolately at her porch, as Jack told himself that the disappointment was just the adrenaline burning off.
"'Course you have. I'll just take my S.W.A.T. guys and-"
"Colonel?" He glanced back. "You could hang around, though," she said, diffidently. "I'm not really doing anything this afternoon, and it'd be... nice. You know - if you wanted."
Jack stared at her for a long, thoughtful moment, and then grinned. "My hot, sweet tea is to die for," he promised.
Sam wrinkled her nose. "I'm not an invalid, you know."
"No, Carter, I insist you put your feet up – you're probably in shock, and-"
"I can still kick your ass, sir," she said, warningly.
Jack backed up, hands raised. "Not in front of the S.W.A.T. guys," he protested. Sam rolled her eyes and went back into her house, leaving the door open. Jack toned down his grin, and went to explain to Captain Nelson that he'd gotten the situation under control.
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That was cute.
I love little, fun ficlets.
sharon
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I love ho you write them.
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Awesome!
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But poor you! Are you OK? *sends Jack with his iodine*
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Nobody does our favorite stupid cute OTP like you do.
(And yes, Jack so would have set up a calling system on weekends and down time after the whole Conrad thing.)
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Er, hate that you had to injure yourself to get inspired, though. =)
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*hugs ficlet*
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"Not in front of the S.W.A.T. guys,"
LOL!
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I do hope there were no peppers harmed in the making of this idea and story.
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Thank you! It's that stupid-cute OTP again. *g*
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Heh, yes - Jack is so doomed. It'll be round the SGC before he even gets back. But hey - everyone knows he's overprotective when it comes to his team. It's hardly news. :)
Thanks! And hope you had a great birthday!
Don't Have a Cow, Man
(Anonymous) 2008-03-08 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)Nancy
Re: Don't Have a Cow, Man
Thanks for the feedback!
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Don't Have a Cow, Man
(Anonymous) 2008-03-11 12:18 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for the feedback!
You're welcome for the fb. Yeah falling and hurting her knee was bad. I've done that before. OUCH! But you're right, her knees are a lot better than Jack's. ;-) Poor guy. He's suffered quite a lot of injuries over the years. But that was cute that he wanted to make her some tea and told her to relax. Nice! Jack is such a sweetie! ;-)
Nancy
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Sorry about your knee, though!
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And, hey, it could be worse... as I guess you know. :) My knee is now impressively scabby, like it's not been since I was a kid. Sadly, it was too big for my skull-and-crossbones plasters, which seem to have been designed to cover papercuts. Bah.
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I can't believe I missed this the first time around!
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And yep, Jack would totally drop everything and bring the cavalry (and then some) if he thought anything had happened to any member of his team.
And his sheepish, aww shucks attitude is just classic Jack.