AUTHOR: Kathleen Anderson
E-MAIL:sam_loves_jack@yahoo.ca
SPOILERS: none really
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Just a little scene with Sam and Jack
FEEDBACK: Of course!
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. We have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the authors. Not to be archived without permission of the authors.
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It was late when Jack shut down his computer. He flicked the switch off on the power bar and watched as the screen faded to black. Another day done, another penny earned. He gathered a pile of papers, put them in a folder and headed out of his office.
Jack's destination was the locker room. He needed to get out of his cammies and into his civvies. He found the locker room empty, which was unusual. It was generally occupied by at least one person showering or changing their clothes. Jack put his folder down on a bench and went over to his locker. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
As he slipped off his shirt, the locker room door opened admitting Carter.
"Hey Carter."
Sam smiled, "Sir."
"You burning the midnight oil too?"
"Yeah, I had a report that the General wanted on his desk in the morning. You?"
"Oh you know, the usual mission reports."
Sam went over to her locker and grabbed her civvies.
"You don't mind do you sir? I realize it's not exactly standard procedure but I don't feel like waiting."
Jack tugged on his shirt, "Nope, go right ahead. I've seen you in less."
Sam shot him a glare as she pulled her shirt over her head.
"So what are you planning on doing this weekend Carter?"
Sam took off her pants and shrugged. Jack tried not to stare as his 2IC stood before him clad only in her bra and panties.
"What have you got planned?"
Jack unbuckled his belt, "Oh, just the usual, drink some beer, watch the game."
"Sounds like fun."
"It's called relaxing Carter, you should try it sometime."
"You already ordered me to get a life once sir, it didn't work then and it's not going to work now."
"Join me then."
"Pardon?"
Jack took off his pants and folded them up on the bench, "Join me. I'll buy the beer, you bring the chips, we'll watch the game."
Sam put on her shirt and eyed him dubiously, "It better not be curling."
Jack laughed as he reached for his jeans, "Don't worry Carter, you really think I like watching men with brooms sweep the ice? It's about as interesting as watching paint dry."
Sam smiled, "What game is it then?"
"The hockey game, Vancouver versus New York."
"Well," Sam started as she concentrated on buttoning up her fly, "I guess I could join you."
"Great! The game starts at two tomorrow. I'll stop and pick up the beer on my way home."
"And I'll get the chips before coming over tomorrow. What flavour is it that you like sir? Sour cream and onion?"
Jack made a face, "Yuck Carter, yuck. You know that I like barbeque."
"I hear they have ketchup flavoured in Canada."
"Who thought that ketchup would make a good flavour for chips?"
Sam shrugged, "I guess someone did."
Jack pulled his jacket out of his locker and slammed it shut. He threw the jacket over his shoulder and picked up his folder, "Remember, two tomorrow afternoon. Don't be late."
"I won't."
Jack grinned and pushed open the door. He made his way to the elevator and got in, still smiling.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: You wouldn't believe how horrified I was to learn that the United States does not have ketchup chips! I could live on those (well, okay maybe not, I might need a Tim Horton's Iced Capp every now and then!) There will be a sequel, which I will write while I take a shower :-)