Title: Single White Female
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Season: Six
Summary: Sam regrets a decision while Jack reads the personals.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1 or it's characters just barrowing for entertainment purposes. I also don't own "Single White Female" by Chely Wright I only own the plot.
Author's Note: It just hit me! Yet another country song fic! Just more random brain fluff.
Key:
~ Sam's thoughts
// Jack's thoughts
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Sam sat by herself on one side of the Commissary, eagerly awaiting her CO's arrival for his traditional Fruit Loops with milk and coffee. For the past six years he always opened his morning, when SG-1 was on base, with a bowl of cereal, a cup of coffee and the Personals. That's right, Sam caught him about a year into her assignment to SG-1, reading the Personals section of the local newspaper. He said it was to make him realize that no matter how insane his life was there were still people in the world crazier than he was.
~I can't believe I actually did this, I mean what was I thinking! This was by far the worst idea that I, Samantha Carter, astrophysicist genius, has ever, in the history of my life, come up with!~
Just then Colonel Jack O'Neill strutted into the room, cutting the line to grab his cereal before heading to his usual table, strategically placed on the opposite side of the room from Sam, just the way she planned it. He took a few bites of his cereal before opening the paper and flipping to the Personals.
~Here goes nothing.~
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Jack happily played in his rainbow of artificially flavored wheat circles before opening the local paper to his favorite section, the Personals.
Skipping over the first few boxes since they were repeated from the week before, an extremely large box caught his eye.
//I thought you had to pay by the letter with these things, who would make such a big want ad? Who knows, whoever they are they're probably going to make my day.//
As Jack began reading he became so startled that he sucked in a mouthful of Fruit Loops and gagged. The words before him in black and white were too strange.
~I know that every morning you go thumbing
Though the personal want ads
You grab the latest copy, a cup of coffee
And settle in for a good laugh
I've been trying to catch your eye but I'm so shy
I'm hoping and praying that
Today's edition is gonna catch your attention
'Cause there's a
Single white female
Looking for that special lover
To put it a nut shell
A one-woman man who doesn't want no other
Oh, you never can tell
She might just be your dream come true
A single white female
Is looking for a man like you
Yeah, I'm a little nervous I'm not sure if I shoulda put it in writing
It might have been a little reckless, a little desperate
But I think I did the right thing
I couldn't go on living keep it hidden
So I'm telling you everything
It's my confession I hope you get the message.~
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~Oh God, he's reading it. Bad idea Carter! Bad idea!~
To get the full effect, Sam actually pinched herself under the table, but she pinched herself much harder than she meant to because as her fingers found a piece of her thigh Jack looked across the crowded room, passed all of the air men half blocking his line of vision and right into her blue eyes.
~This is worse than I thought! How in the hell does he know it was me?~
Deciding to play it cool, Sam forced her legs to stand. She grabbed her tray and walked towards the exit, right where Jack was sitting. She noticed how his eyes never left her on her journey.
~Stay cool Carter.~
Sam walked right up to Jack and glanced down at the paper, grinning the entire time, "Find anything interesting sir?"
But before he could answer she walked over and threw her trash away and walked out the door.
~YES! Go Carter!~
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//YES! Go me!//
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After Thought: Like it...hate it, please review and let me know!
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Season: Six
Summary: Sam regrets a decision while Jack reads the personals.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1 or it's characters just barrowing for entertainment purposes. I also don't own "Single White Female" by Chely Wright I only own the plot.
Author's Note: It just hit me! Yet another country song fic! Just more random brain fluff.
Key:
~ Sam's thoughts
// Jack's thoughts
----------------------------------
Sam sat by herself on one side of the Commissary, eagerly awaiting her CO's arrival for his traditional Fruit Loops with milk and coffee. For the past six years he always opened his morning, when SG-1 was on base, with a bowl of cereal, a cup of coffee and the Personals. That's right, Sam caught him about a year into her assignment to SG-1, reading the Personals section of the local newspaper. He said it was to make him realize that no matter how insane his life was there were still people in the world crazier than he was.
~I can't believe I actually did this, I mean what was I thinking! This was by far the worst idea that I, Samantha Carter, astrophysicist genius, has ever, in the history of my life, come up with!~
Just then Colonel Jack O'Neill strutted into the room, cutting the line to grab his cereal before heading to his usual table, strategically placed on the opposite side of the room from Sam, just the way she planned it. He took a few bites of his cereal before opening the paper and flipping to the Personals.
~Here goes nothing.~
----------------------------------
Jack happily played in his rainbow of artificially flavored wheat circles before opening the local paper to his favorite section, the Personals.
Skipping over the first few boxes since they were repeated from the week before, an extremely large box caught his eye.
//I thought you had to pay by the letter with these things, who would make such a big want ad? Who knows, whoever they are they're probably going to make my day.//
As Jack began reading he became so startled that he sucked in a mouthful of Fruit Loops and gagged. The words before him in black and white were too strange.
~I know that every morning you go thumbing
Though the personal want ads
You grab the latest copy, a cup of coffee
And settle in for a good laugh
I've been trying to catch your eye but I'm so shy
I'm hoping and praying that
Today's edition is gonna catch your attention
'Cause there's a
Single white female
Looking for that special lover
To put it a nut shell
A one-woman man who doesn't want no other
Oh, you never can tell
She might just be your dream come true
A single white female
Is looking for a man like you
Yeah, I'm a little nervous I'm not sure if I shoulda put it in writing
It might have been a little reckless, a little desperate
But I think I did the right thing
I couldn't go on living keep it hidden
So I'm telling you everything
It's my confession I hope you get the message.~
-----------------------------
~Oh God, he's reading it. Bad idea Carter! Bad idea!~
To get the full effect, Sam actually pinched herself under the table, but she pinched herself much harder than she meant to because as her fingers found a piece of her thigh Jack looked across the crowded room, passed all of the air men half blocking his line of vision and right into her blue eyes.
~This is worse than I thought! How in the hell does he know it was me?~
Deciding to play it cool, Sam forced her legs to stand. She grabbed her tray and walked towards the exit, right where Jack was sitting. She noticed how his eyes never left her on her journey.
~Stay cool Carter.~
Sam walked right up to Jack and glanced down at the paper, grinning the entire time, "Find anything interesting sir?"
But before he could answer she walked over and threw her trash away and walked out the door.
~YES! Go Carter!~
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//YES! Go me!//
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After Thought: Like it...hate it, please review and let me know!