Lotsa drabbles
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prowler_pilotTitle: Memento
Rating: PG
Pairing: Maybe implied S/J, depends on how you interpret it.
Future fic, Cassie POV
Spoliers: None.
Challenge: Photographs.
I hand the movers a box of books, catching a picture as it fell from an archaeology essay. An old, yellowed picture of SG-1. I straighten a bent corner and run my fingers tenderly over the rough texture, following the line where it crosses Sam’s sweet face. She was the first to go.
Cancer took her away from us, ten years ago.
Jack followed her six month later. Heartbreak.
Teal’c was well past 200 when he had that last heart attack.
It didn’t make it hurt less.
Daniel went pacefully, in his sleep, two days ago.
Too soon for bittersweet memories.
Title: Oven stories
Rating: PG for a mild swear word
Pairing: None, S/J friendship
Spoilers: Threads
Challenge: childhood
“…and when he was home he used to take me and Mark horseback riding on Sundays.” Steaming cookies joined the others in a large bowl. “There was this…this pony…” She sniffled, her voice quivering as she struggled to open another pack of flour. “…he called him Airman, because…because…just open up, damnit!” A stray tear fell and Jack gently took the wrinkled package away from her hands.
“No, the cookies…”
“You baked enough cookies to feed a platoon, Sam. Tell me about Jake and the pony.”
She smiled, and relaxed against him. “He looked like he was standing at attention, and dad…”
Title: Strength
Rating: R for violence
Pairing: None
Sam POV
Challenge: Sam whumping
The air hisses again and I grit my teeth, screwing my eyes shut. It doesn’t help. The whip hits on my naked back, scorching more skin. I feel hot blood trickling down my body. The crowd cheers as I arch in pain, uselessly pulling at the chains around my limbs, and a man roughly twists my wrist. I won’t cry. I won’t beg. I’m not giving them that satisfaction.
My captor throws me down onto the floor, kicking me in the ribs as if I was a dog.
A shot to the head stops him. I can rest now. They’re here.
This series was written before Threads aired in the UK, when angst ruled among the fans. So, there are absolutely no spoilers regarding how the episode turned out in the end.
Title: D is for Diet Soda
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack/Kerry
Jack POV
Spoilers: Threads
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Author’s notes: Sam appears only in Jack’s thoughts in this one…hope it’s ok.
“Ker, what are you doing?”
She was bent over the sink, emptying the contents of a couple of cans.
I knew what it was as soon as I saw the clear liquid swirling down the drain.
Diet soda. Because she liked the taste better.
My heart skipped a beat as the sink swallowed the last drops of fluid with a hungry gurgling noise. Yeah, make fun of me.
I thought that as long as those were in the fridge, there was hope that Sam would come someday to claim them…and me.
And now they were gone.
Expired, like our friendship.
Title: P is for Parting (102 Dalmatians in this one, sorry…)
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/Jack, implied Sam/Pete and Jack/Kerry
Classification: Jack POV, angst
Spoilers: everything up to season 9 rumors
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Follows D is for Diet Soda
“It wasn’t supposed to end like this.” She says, and all I can do is nod. She’s right.
I look behind her to where Kerry is chatting with Daniel and Pete is stuffing himself with mini pizzas. So much for a retirement party.
“So, when are you two leaving for Minnesota?”
“A coupla days.” She smiles.
So beautiful.
It should have been her.
“I’ll call you when I’m settled down.”
“You know you won’t.” I hate her when she does that. “I’ll never see you again.”
“Probably.”
With a last look she turns and leaves.
I wish my heart would stop aching.
Title: W is for Whoops
Rating: R for non detailed graphic sexual situation
Pairing: S/J (kinda) Jack/Kerry
Spoilers: Threads
Jack POV
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Follows P is for Parting
She squirms beneath me and I speed up my movements. Blue eyes close as she sighs softly, raking her fingernails down my back to my butt.
I want to bury my face in her golden hair, smell her, taste her.
I don’t, or she will just disappear.
I don’t hold myself back when I feel it coming.
“God, Sam!” I realize my mistake the moment the words escape my mouth, and I’m abruptly brought down from the height of my climax.
I open my eyes to see Kerry looking up at me, and she does not look a happy camper.
The Sam and Jack fluff series #1: 100 days
Title: Jackass O’ Neill
Rating: PG for a little curse word.
Pairing: S/J
Jack POV
Spoilers: The infamous 100days (I had *sworn* I’d never write about that. Blame it on exam overload)
Challenge: Fluff
My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I step into her lab. I haven’t been here in…months. Those she spent working non-stop to get me home. And for all her efforts she got a punch in her stomach, metaphorically speaking. Jackass O’Neill. Duh.
Sam’s sleeping at her table, head on her arms. She must be exhausted. A fly buzzes by, disturbing her sleep, and she wrinkles up her nose. So damn cute. I gently smooth her hair back and she doesn’t even flinch. I risk touching her again, and graze her cheek with the back of my hand.
“I’m sorry.”
Title: Making it up to you
Rating: G
Paring: S/J
Sam POV
Spoilers: 100 days
Challenge: Fluff. Follows Jackass O’Neill
I come back from restroom break to find the door to my lab resting ajar.
And I’m sure I had closed it.
There’s indeed something on my desk that wasn’t there earlier. A mess hall tray with pasta, chicken salad, and a bowl of blue Jell-O. And leaning against my unfinished project is a teddy bear in dress blues. Someone had drawn an eagle on each shoulder.
My stomach churns. We’ve been avoiding each other since…well, then.
Between his front paws he holds the naquadah wires I needed and a simple card. Just two words in Jack’s messy handwriting.
‘Forgive me?’
The Sam and Jack fluff series #2: The House is still a mess
Part 1
Rating: G
Pairing: S/J
Sam POV
Spoilers:
Challenge: Fluff
“Sir!” I call after him. “You forgot these.” I place more files in his already occupied hands.
“Thanks Carter. And I’m citizen Jack O’ Neill now, remember?” He smirks, looking down at his civilian attire. Which he looks incredibly good in.
“Is SG-1 Going off-world tomorrow?” He asks.
“Yup.”
“Are you going to make it to the big party at all?”
“It’s just a routine mission.”
He flinched. SG-1 had a strange concept of ‘routine missions’.
“Then it’s a no.”
I snort gently, and he chuckles, sobering immediately afterwards.
“Be careful.” He touches my forearm for a moment.
“We’ll be fine.”
The serious moment gone, he starts rocking back and forth on his feet, eyes wandering. He doesn’t want to leave, and I’m sure he’ll come up with some stupid thing to keep up the conversation. As annoying as he can be, I’m going to miss having him around.
“There’s going to be a lot of people at the party.”
Here he goes.
“My house is going to be a real mess afterwards.”
“I could…uh…stay and help you tidy up after the party.” The words are out of my mouth before I can hold myself back.
He smiles softly.
“Yeah. That’d be…sweet.”
I’m dancing with my CO. Well, my ex-CO. And we’re not exactly dancing, either.
It’s more like shuffling embraced around the room, but there’s jazz music playing in background, and his hands are resting on my hips. Keeping me close to him as he nuzzles my hair, then kisses my temple. Warmth fills me and I know it has nothing to do with the beer I’ve had.
I sigh and lean more fully against him, resting my cheek on his shoulder.
The music fades to nothing, but we keep swaying to our own rhythm.
The house is still a mess.
And some random alphabet letters!
Title: A is for adoring you already
Rating: G
Pairing: none, S/J friendship
Jack POV
Spoliers: references to COTG
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Author’s note: I know Sam usually walks at least half-step behind Jack, something related to rank, I guess. In this drabble, for the sake of the 100 words limit, she walks beside him. ;oP
The quote is not included the word count.
You really will like me when you get to know me.
Oh, I adore you already Captain
--Children of the Gods 1x01
*****
I’d never say that out loud, but Carter is starting to grow on me. The kid can kick anyone’s ass at any moment. She’s walking beside me, looking around herself in awe with those big blue eyes of hers. Yet her stance is defensive, her hands never leaving the trigger of the M-50. She turns to smile at something Daniel said and starts talking in astrophysicsims. She does that a lot. Both smiling and babbling. Finding solutions to every problem, too.
I wouldn’t trade her for anyone else.
The archaeologist, the alien, and now the smart scientist.
My perfect team.
Title: M is for mole
Rating: R for naked making-out, but more of a M-15 I think.
Pairing: S/J
Spoilers: Nope, mention of Tin Man
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Jack placed a tender kiss between her quivering breasts, denying her the contact she craved.
He moved down to her ribs, and that’s when he saw it. A perfectly round brown dot on the underside of her right breast.
Both eyebrows went up and a smirk appeared on his face.
“So here it is.”
“What?”
“The mole robo-Carter mentioned.” He kissed the spot and his tongue darted out to taste the soft skin, feeling the subtle change of texture.
Sam sighed. “Actually…” She tugged at his hair, forcing him to look up.
And grinned, her eyes sparkling. “…no. There’s another.”
Title: N is for Nightmare
Rating: Pg-13 (just to be safe) for disturbing images
Pairing: Sam/Jack (kinda)
Jack POV…and sooo OOC
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Author’s notes: This one was inspired by the X-files episode Avatar, which featured AT.
Cold. Blue. Cold steel, cold skin. Blue skin. Blue lips. Blue eyes closed forever. My breath echoed painfully in my ears as I looked at her lifeless body. A corpse. A…
“Oh, God.” I gasped, my eyes snapping open. Beads of sweat trickled down my face.
“Sir?” Her voice, sleepy, from the sleeping bag beside mine. A whisper, not to wake the others. The sweetest sound ever.
“Just…just a nightmare. It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”
“You okay?” I just nod, and watch her as she settles down again, curling up under the blanket.
“Carter?”
“Yes Sir?”
“Can I hold you?”
Current Mood:
productive
Rating: PG
Pairing: Maybe implied S/J, depends on how you interpret it.
Future fic, Cassie POV
Spoliers: None.
Challenge: Photographs.
I hand the movers a box of books, catching a picture as it fell from an archaeology essay. An old, yellowed picture of SG-1. I straighten a bent corner and run my fingers tenderly over the rough texture, following the line where it crosses Sam’s sweet face. She was the first to go.
Cancer took her away from us, ten years ago.
Jack followed her six month later. Heartbreak.
Teal’c was well past 200 when he had that last heart attack.
It didn’t make it hurt less.
Daniel went pacefully, in his sleep, two days ago.
Too soon for bittersweet memories.
Title: Oven stories
Rating: PG for a mild swear word
Pairing: None, S/J friendship
Spoilers: Threads
Challenge: childhood
“…and when he was home he used to take me and Mark horseback riding on Sundays.” Steaming cookies joined the others in a large bowl. “There was this…this pony…” She sniffled, her voice quivering as she struggled to open another pack of flour. “…he called him Airman, because…because…just open up, damnit!” A stray tear fell and Jack gently took the wrinkled package away from her hands.
“No, the cookies…”
“You baked enough cookies to feed a platoon, Sam. Tell me about Jake and the pony.”
She smiled, and relaxed against him. “He looked like he was standing at attention, and dad…”
Title: Strength
Rating: R for violence
Pairing: None
Sam POV
Challenge: Sam whumping
The air hisses again and I grit my teeth, screwing my eyes shut. It doesn’t help. The whip hits on my naked back, scorching more skin. I feel hot blood trickling down my body. The crowd cheers as I arch in pain, uselessly pulling at the chains around my limbs, and a man roughly twists my wrist. I won’t cry. I won’t beg. I’m not giving them that satisfaction.
My captor throws me down onto the floor, kicking me in the ribs as if I was a dog.
A shot to the head stops him. I can rest now. They’re here.
This series was written before Threads aired in the UK, when angst ruled among the fans. So, there are absolutely no spoilers regarding how the episode turned out in the end.
Title: D is for Diet Soda
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack/Kerry
Jack POV
Spoilers: Threads
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Author’s notes: Sam appears only in Jack’s thoughts in this one…hope it’s ok.
“Ker, what are you doing?”
She was bent over the sink, emptying the contents of a couple of cans.
I knew what it was as soon as I saw the clear liquid swirling down the drain.
Diet soda. Because she liked the taste better.
My heart skipped a beat as the sink swallowed the last drops of fluid with a hungry gurgling noise. Yeah, make fun of me.
I thought that as long as those were in the fridge, there was hope that Sam would come someday to claim them…and me.
And now they were gone.
Expired, like our friendship.
Title: P is for Parting (102 Dalmatians in this one, sorry…)
Rating: G
Pairing: Sam/Jack, implied Sam/Pete and Jack/Kerry
Classification: Jack POV, angst
Spoilers: everything up to season 9 rumors
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Follows D is for Diet Soda
“It wasn’t supposed to end like this.” She says, and all I can do is nod. She’s right.
I look behind her to where Kerry is chatting with Daniel and Pete is stuffing himself with mini pizzas. So much for a retirement party.
“So, when are you two leaving for Minnesota?”
“A coupla days.” She smiles.
So beautiful.
It should have been her.
“I’ll call you when I’m settled down.”
“You know you won’t.” I hate her when she does that. “I’ll never see you again.”
“Probably.”
With a last look she turns and leaves.
I wish my heart would stop aching.
Title: W is for Whoops
Rating: R for non detailed graphic sexual situation
Pairing: S/J (kinda) Jack/Kerry
Spoilers: Threads
Jack POV
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Follows P is for Parting
She squirms beneath me and I speed up my movements. Blue eyes close as she sighs softly, raking her fingernails down my back to my butt.
I want to bury my face in her golden hair, smell her, taste her.
I don’t, or she will just disappear.
I don’t hold myself back when I feel it coming.
“God, Sam!” I realize my mistake the moment the words escape my mouth, and I’m abruptly brought down from the height of my climax.
I open my eyes to see Kerry looking up at me, and she does not look a happy camper.
The Sam and Jack fluff series #1: 100 days
Title: Jackass O’ Neill
Rating: PG for a little curse word.
Pairing: S/J
Jack POV
Spoilers: The infamous 100days (I had *sworn* I’d never write about that. Blame it on exam overload)
Challenge: Fluff
My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I step into her lab. I haven’t been here in…months. Those she spent working non-stop to get me home. And for all her efforts she got a punch in her stomach, metaphorically speaking. Jackass O’Neill. Duh.
Sam’s sleeping at her table, head on her arms. She must be exhausted. A fly buzzes by, disturbing her sleep, and she wrinkles up her nose. So damn cute. I gently smooth her hair back and she doesn’t even flinch. I risk touching her again, and graze her cheek with the back of my hand.
“I’m sorry.”
Title: Making it up to you
Rating: G
Paring: S/J
Sam POV
Spoilers: 100 days
Challenge: Fluff. Follows Jackass O’Neill
I come back from restroom break to find the door to my lab resting ajar.
And I’m sure I had closed it.
There’s indeed something on my desk that wasn’t there earlier. A mess hall tray with pasta, chicken salad, and a bowl of blue Jell-O. And leaning against my unfinished project is a teddy bear in dress blues. Someone had drawn an eagle on each shoulder.
My stomach churns. We’ve been avoiding each other since…well, then.
Between his front paws he holds the naquadah wires I needed and a simple card. Just two words in Jack’s messy handwriting.
‘Forgive me?’
The Sam and Jack fluff series #2: The House is still a mess
Part 1
Rating: G
Pairing: S/J
Sam POV
Spoilers:
Challenge: Fluff
“Sir!” I call after him. “You forgot these.” I place more files in his already occupied hands.
“Thanks Carter. And I’m citizen Jack O’ Neill now, remember?” He smirks, looking down at his civilian attire. Which he looks incredibly good in.
“Is SG-1 Going off-world tomorrow?” He asks.
“Yup.”
“Are you going to make it to the big party at all?”
“It’s just a routine mission.”
He flinched. SG-1 had a strange concept of ‘routine missions’.
“Then it’s a no.”
I snort gently, and he chuckles, sobering immediately afterwards.
“Be careful.” He touches my forearm for a moment.
“We’ll be fine.”
The serious moment gone, he starts rocking back and forth on his feet, eyes wandering. He doesn’t want to leave, and I’m sure he’ll come up with some stupid thing to keep up the conversation. As annoying as he can be, I’m going to miss having him around.
“There’s going to be a lot of people at the party.”
Here he goes.
“My house is going to be a real mess afterwards.”
“I could…uh…stay and help you tidy up after the party.” The words are out of my mouth before I can hold myself back.
He smiles softly.
“Yeah. That’d be…sweet.”
I’m dancing with my CO. Well, my ex-CO. And we’re not exactly dancing, either.
It’s more like shuffling embraced around the room, but there’s jazz music playing in background, and his hands are resting on my hips. Keeping me close to him as he nuzzles my hair, then kisses my temple. Warmth fills me and I know it has nothing to do with the beer I’ve had.
I sigh and lean more fully against him, resting my cheek on his shoulder.
The music fades to nothing, but we keep swaying to our own rhythm.
The house is still a mess.
And some random alphabet letters!
Title: A is for adoring you already
Rating: G
Pairing: none, S/J friendship
Jack POV
Spoliers: references to COTG
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Author’s note: I know Sam usually walks at least half-step behind Jack, something related to rank, I guess. In this drabble, for the sake of the 100 words limit, she walks beside him. ;oP
The quote is not included the word count.
You really will like me when you get to know me.
Oh, I adore you already Captain
--Children of the Gods 1x01
*****
I’d never say that out loud, but Carter is starting to grow on me. The kid can kick anyone’s ass at any moment. She’s walking beside me, looking around herself in awe with those big blue eyes of hers. Yet her stance is defensive, her hands never leaving the trigger of the M-50. She turns to smile at something Daniel said and starts talking in astrophysicsims. She does that a lot. Both smiling and babbling. Finding solutions to every problem, too.
I wouldn’t trade her for anyone else.
The archaeologist, the alien, and now the smart scientist.
My perfect team.
Title: M is for mole
Rating: R for naked making-out, but more of a M-15 I think.
Pairing: S/J
Spoilers: Nope, mention of Tin Man
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Jack placed a tender kiss between her quivering breasts, denying her the contact she craved.
He moved down to her ribs, and that’s when he saw it. A perfectly round brown dot on the underside of her right breast.
Both eyebrows went up and a smirk appeared on his face.
“So here it is.”
“What?”
“The mole robo-Carter mentioned.” He kissed the spot and his tongue darted out to taste the soft skin, feeling the subtle change of texture.
Sam sighed. “Actually…” She tugged at his hair, forcing him to look up.
And grinned, her eyes sparkling. “…no. There’s another.”
Title: N is for Nightmare
Rating: Pg-13 (just to be safe) for disturbing images
Pairing: Sam/Jack (kinda)
Jack POV…and sooo OOC
Challenge: Alphabet soup
Author’s notes: This one was inspired by the X-files episode Avatar, which featured AT.
Cold. Blue. Cold steel, cold skin. Blue skin. Blue lips. Blue eyes closed forever. My breath echoed painfully in my ears as I looked at her lifeless body. A corpse. A…
“Oh, God.” I gasped, my eyes snapping open. Beads of sweat trickled down my face.
“Sir?” Her voice, sleepy, from the sleeping bag beside mine. A whisper, not to wake the others. The sweetest sound ever.
“Just…just a nightmare. It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”
“You okay?” I just nod, and watch her as she settles down again, curling up under the blanket.
“Carter?”
“Yes Sir?”
“Can I hold you?”
Current Mood:
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Date: 2005-02-24 02:16 pm (UTC)Thank you for writing those! *big hugs*