Last Train to Clarksville
Rating- PG 13 for mostly language and a little violence
Ship- S/J (Duhhrr. . . )
Summary- Set in, ohh, say season 5 or 6, Sam and Jack spend a weekend together when the fate of the world gets in the way.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not the characters, or even the title, that belongs to The Monkees!
AN: This is my first SG fic, and I'd appreciate reviews! This is for my friend, PrincessLeiaSkywalker10 (who you should totally go read), who says I need to write more.
Chapter 1: The Call
His hand trembled as he reached for his cell phone. He had done this so many times before, call her, so why was this time any different? Why was he suddenly so nervous? With shaky hands he dialed the number that he had so many times before, the number of the woman he loved, secretly, however forbidden it may be.
"Hello."
"Carter?"
"Yeah, Carter, I wanted to know if you had any plans this weekend."
"Well, no, not really, sir, why? Did you want to do something?"
"Yeah, I was going to take the train up to my cabin and I wondered if you wanted to come with me."
"Well, sir, I dunno-"
"No fishing, promise."
"Well, count me in!"
"I thought you might reconsider."
"Yeah, well,"
"Never mind, Carter, never mind. Oh, and one more thing-"
"Yes, sir?"
"We're going as FRIENDS, no 'sir' or 'colonel', just 'Jack' and 'Sam'."
"Yes si- uh, Jack."
""That's more like it. I'll pick you up at 8 am Saturday morning."
"See you then."
"Bye."
AN: Ok, that was short, but next chap. Will be longer, promise! Tell me what you think, PLEASE R/R!