FAAAAAANFIC!!!!
Mar. 20th, 2005 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prowler_pilotI’ve got fanfic!!!! It’s corny, it’s crappy, it’s clichéd and it’s shipper, but who cares!!! I hadn’t been able to write down a single word in weeks, and here it is!! It started out as a drabble and went on a little more…
Oh, and it doesn’t make sense…but who cares about that, too!!
Title: Cold feet and chess matches
Rating: Yellow light
Classification: S/J, short fic (634 words), kinda fluffy in the end
Spoilers: Solitudes
Timeline: Anywhere between Solitudes and Meridian
Summary: The universe is full of ice planets and SG-1 is on one of them...
“You know, Sir, I’ve been trained to endure far worse situations than this, I think I can handle a little snow and cold.”
Sam complained for the umpteenth time, but didn’t make any move to stop his rubbing of her hands, purple with lack of circulation.
And *she* had been the one to tuck her equally frozen feet between his calves.
“A little cold? We are on an *ice* planet, Carter. There’s a reason if the original inhabitants left millennia ago.”
“What I mean, Sir, it’s that I don’t need you or the guys to take special care of me because I’m female. I think that over the years I’ve proven myself worth of my position at the SGC and in this team.”
He rolled his eyes. Here came the feminist tirade again. If he had snuggled up to her was because he didn’t want to find a Carter-popsicle in the morning.
It had nothing to do with her being a woman.
But she felt oh so nice and soft against him.
Correction: It had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with her being a woman.
He wasn’t questioning her capabilities as a military person; but technically she was right. It was some kind of discrimination. Call it sexual harassment.
Had she not been Carter, he would have found himself kicked out of the Air Force the very moment they put their feet back on Earth.
Had she not been Carter, the thought of holding her would have never popped up in his mind.
She knew. She had to know. Or he’d have a foot in his crotch and an elbow in his mouth by then.
“Statistics say that women are at a greater risk of hypothermia and frostbites. Janet told you…”
Very lame attempt to save your ass, O’Neill.
“I know Sir, I brought an extra thermal blanket. On the other hand, I’m pretty sure Daniel could use someone to warm up his frozen butt.” She nodded towards the shivering bundle at the other side of the tent, her apparently serious voice never faltering to betray her amusement.
His warm breath washed over her face as he groaned, faking a series of disgusted shudders.
“Gee Carter, want me to have nightmares?”
“Sir…” She trailed off, wiggling in her sleeping bag in the attempt to gain a little more private room. Her feet stayed put, though.
Jack mentally blessed the arctic weather and stilled her movements by tightening his hold around her hips. If that was how she wanted to get rid of him, Carter still had a lot to learn about flowers and bees.
“You were the one who started the whole ‘sharing body heat’ thing back in Antarctica, if I remember well.” He tugged at one of the blankets, trying to cover his back.
“You were also severely hurt. And we had no equipment.”
“Carter…”
“Yes sir?”
“Is this situation really so horribly revolting for you?”
“No sir. In fact, it does feel warmer this way.”
And nice.
Way too warm and nice to be comfortable.
Way too warm and nice and domestic to be comfortable.
If you could call spooning up in a tent in the middle of a glacier infested with Goa’ulds domestic, that is.
She felt him smile against her camouflage jacket-clad shoulder, and when he spoke there was no sting in his words.
Just affection; permission to forget about ranks and the people outside longing to kill them, if only for a few moments; and the silent promise that everything would be ok.
“Good. So shut the hell up and sleep. We’ve got some Goa’uld butts to kick tomorrow. Or Cassie will have mine if I don’t take you back in time for your chess match.”
And Jack O’Neill had never been a liar.
Oh, and it doesn’t make sense…but who cares about that, too!!
Title: Cold feet and chess matches
Rating: Yellow light
Classification: S/J, short fic (634 words), kinda fluffy in the end
Spoilers: Solitudes
Timeline: Anywhere between Solitudes and Meridian
Summary: The universe is full of ice planets and SG-1 is on one of them...
“You know, Sir, I’ve been trained to endure far worse situations than this, I think I can handle a little snow and cold.”
Sam complained for the umpteenth time, but didn’t make any move to stop his rubbing of her hands, purple with lack of circulation.
And *she* had been the one to tuck her equally frozen feet between his calves.
“A little cold? We are on an *ice* planet, Carter. There’s a reason if the original inhabitants left millennia ago.”
“What I mean, Sir, it’s that I don’t need you or the guys to take special care of me because I’m female. I think that over the years I’ve proven myself worth of my position at the SGC and in this team.”
He rolled his eyes. Here came the feminist tirade again. If he had snuggled up to her was because he didn’t want to find a Carter-popsicle in the morning.
It had nothing to do with her being a woman.
But she felt oh so nice and soft against him.
Correction: It had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with her being a woman.
He wasn’t questioning her capabilities as a military person; but technically she was right. It was some kind of discrimination. Call it sexual harassment.
Had she not been Carter, he would have found himself kicked out of the Air Force the very moment they put their feet back on Earth.
Had she not been Carter, the thought of holding her would have never popped up in his mind.
She knew. She had to know. Or he’d have a foot in his crotch and an elbow in his mouth by then.
“Statistics say that women are at a greater risk of hypothermia and frostbites. Janet told you…”
Very lame attempt to save your ass, O’Neill.
“I know Sir, I brought an extra thermal blanket. On the other hand, I’m pretty sure Daniel could use someone to warm up his frozen butt.” She nodded towards the shivering bundle at the other side of the tent, her apparently serious voice never faltering to betray her amusement.
His warm breath washed over her face as he groaned, faking a series of disgusted shudders.
“Gee Carter, want me to have nightmares?”
“Sir…” She trailed off, wiggling in her sleeping bag in the attempt to gain a little more private room. Her feet stayed put, though.
Jack mentally blessed the arctic weather and stilled her movements by tightening his hold around her hips. If that was how she wanted to get rid of him, Carter still had a lot to learn about flowers and bees.
“You were the one who started the whole ‘sharing body heat’ thing back in Antarctica, if I remember well.” He tugged at one of the blankets, trying to cover his back.
“You were also severely hurt. And we had no equipment.”
“Carter…”
“Yes sir?”
“Is this situation really so horribly revolting for you?”
“No sir. In fact, it does feel warmer this way.”
And nice.
Way too warm and nice to be comfortable.
Way too warm and nice and domestic to be comfortable.
If you could call spooning up in a tent in the middle of a glacier infested with Goa’ulds domestic, that is.
She felt him smile against her camouflage jacket-clad shoulder, and when he spoke there was no sting in his words.
Just affection; permission to forget about ranks and the people outside longing to kill them, if only for a few moments; and the silent promise that everything would be ok.
“Good. So shut the hell up and sleep. We’ve got some Goa’uld butts to kick tomorrow. Or Cassie will have mine if I don’t take you back in time for your chess match.”
And Jack O’Neill had never been a liar.
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Date: 2005-03-21 10:36 am (UTC)Thank you!
*steals Jack*