TITLE: Devious
AUTHOR: Vid Z.
TIMELINE: either pre-Stargate the movie or post CotG and thus AU
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show Stargate: SG-1 are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
SUMMARY: A short scene between father and son.
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Jack O'Neill adored his son and loved spending time with him. Except after he'd had a long day at work and the said son had school early next day.
So when Charlie plopped down indian-style on the bed next to Jack's legs as the man was reading, while waiting for Sara to come to bed, Jack was less than enthusiastic.
Charlie ignored the look his father was shooting him and with an innoncent one of his own (wonder who he got that from...) inquired. "So, Dad, are we gonna meet your new team tomorrow?"
Jack shrugged "Perhaps."
Crawling towards the head of the bed Charlie laid down and stretched himself out, propping his head on one arm. "Please!"
Coming up with a plan so devious there was no way one could measure it's deviousness on the devious meter because it was just too devious Jack ignored him and closed the book he was reading, donning a thoughtful, somewhat reminiscing, expression.
Then he ran one hand over the covers, remarking. "You know, son, this is the exact same bed in which your mother and I created you. These even look like those same sheets." Turning his head to face Charlie, barely suppressing a smirk at the horror he found on his son's face, he continued. "How do you feel about having a baby brother or sister?"
Suddenly Charlie was off the bed like a shot, a disgusted expression on his young face, as a mighty shudder of revulsion tore through his body. He quickly tried to wipe off his pyjamas, as if they had some kind of contaminant on them, while he glared at his father.
"God... Dad... That's just... Gross." he stuttered and disappeared through the door. As he lay back with his head on his crossed arms Jack could hear the sounds of his son disrobing and throwing his clothes into the washing machine.
He let a smug smirk take over his face as his wife joined him in bed, silently demanding an explanation with a puzzled smile.
Wrapping his arm around Sara he had only one thought.
' Works like a charm. '
THE END
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