Luggage, a stargate: sg-1 fanfic

TITLE: Luggage

AUTHOR: Vid Z.

PAIRING: Jack/Sam

WARNINGS: Fluff, Romance

TIMELINE: Season 1 or 2

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: Sam and Jack are going on a trip.

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Jack and Sam stood in front of the dialing 'Gate, dressed in BDU's, ALICE vests and holding the Heckler & Koch MP-5's in their hands.

"What planet are we going to?"

"You'll see." Jack smiled mysteriously.

Sam didn't appreciate it.

Then another thought occured to her and she looked at Jack. "You said you packed the stuff I'll need."

"Yeah." Jack replied. And nothing else.

"So?" Sam queried expectantly.

"So?" repeated Jack.

Sam sighed exasperatedly and rolled her eyes, looking towards the ceiling. 'Someone should fix that crack.' she thought absetmindedly.

"So, where is it?"

"Where is what?" acted Jack dumb and Sam barely restrained herself from hitting him.

"Where's my luggage?" she gritted out between clenched teeth.

"Oh, right." Jack gave a signal towards the control room and Walter hurried down the stairs.

He gave something to Jack and Jack gave it to Sam. It was a small bag, the size of male toiletries bags. She sent him a puzzled look and looked inside.

"That's it!?" her voice rose and Jack winced at the shrill sound.

"Yeah."

"We'll be going away for a month and that's all you packed me!?" Sam was definitely pissed and confused. Not a good combination.

She shoved the bag under his nose and he could see a pair of panties, a toothbrush, a new tube of toothpaste, a hair brush, a packet of feminine hygiene products and her granny panties.

He shrugged. "You won't be needing anything else."

Sam snorted rudely. "We'll be away for a whole month and I won't need anything else? Yeah, right... What will I wear?"

Jack sent a scorching gaze down her body, stopping at her breasts and continuing downward. Finally he looked back up and Sam shivered at the heat in his eyes and her own eyes darkened to match his, her body responding to the desire in his eyes like Pavlov's dog to the bell.

"Who says you'll be wearing anything?" he growled in a voice that almost had Sam throw him down on the ramp and ravish him right there.

"When you say it like that..." she trailed off, embarrassed at her squeak. A month on another planet, being constantly naked with Jack... She definitely liked that thought.

Just then the even horizon established, saving Sam from saying anything more, and Walter's voice was heard over the loudspeaker.

"Wormhole stabilized. You're cleared to go, Mr and Mrs O'Neill."

Jack and Sam glared at Walter, causing him to shrink back and cried out in unison. "It's Colonel and Captain O'Neill, fer cryin' out loud!"

Jack turned to Sam. "But to answer your question, our destination is P9X-542."

He could see Sam mentally comparing the designation to her memory and knew when she found the right one. Her wide eyes gave her away. "You mean the uninhabited tropical paradise!? The one with the white sand beaches going on forever!?"

"Yeah." Jack smirked and suddenly he had his arms full of Car... er... O'Neill as she kissed the breath out of him.

Then she broke away, breathless herself, and grinned goofily.

Jack grinned back, gave his MP-5 to a puzzled Sam and quickly swooped down, picking her up in his arms and enjoying her startled shriek.

Then he bounced her slightly in his arms and puffed out. "Geez, Sam, you're heavy. You should lose some weight."

"Ouch." was heard as her fist landed on his chest.

Then he stepped forward and the happy couple disappeared in the puddle, on their way to their honeymoon.

THE END