Disclaimer: I don't own any Stargate: SG-1 characters. (I'd like to own Sammy *Evil grin* and maybe Jack, though!)
A.N: This is my first Stargate story, but only because I've been busy reading everyone else's! I've been watching Stargate for maybe a year now. On with the show!
PS: Excuse it if I'm off on some things. I do watch the episodes, but I normally wait until the DVD box set comes out, so I've only seen parts of seasons 3+… But I shall try!!
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Jack sat down at his lunch table with the other members of SG-1 and SG-2. He swung his dreaded lunch tray onto the tabletop. For some reason the food looked suspiciously..uh…like food. He almost wanted to poke it with a fork to make sure it wasn't some plastic joke.
It even had a good aroma like food. Smelled like normal eggs and toast with hash brown sides. Suspiciously like someone's cooking. He couldn't put his finger on it, and probably wouldn't have wanted to, considering it was an over-easy egg.
"I heard the cook got sick," a member of SG-2 gossiped, stabbing his egg's center with a corner of toast.
"Probably from his own cooking," another member said, and they shared a little laugh.
Teal'c got a cocky grin on his face. "Perhaps," was all he murmured, before stabbing a square piece of hash brown nimbly, and cautiously eating it. "It is good."
"Indeed," Jonas joked. Jack gave them both a look, before cutting off a corner of egg-white and taking a forkful of hash brown with it. It was a bad habit that would end in doubly tragic puke if this food was somehow diseased.
The food was normal. Jack breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up, only to meet Teal'c's cocky grin again. "Who do you think cooked it?"
"Perhaps it was MajorCarter. I have did not see her in the room," Teal'c inquired. Bobbing his head, Jack looked around. Carter wasn't at the table.
Rising, it hit him. No, not literally, but it was just as shocking. The food *did* taste like Carter's cooking. He'd tried it once on a dare from Jonas. It was actually pretty good, considering Carter was on the Stargate team *and* spent most of her time studying the something of something that she would then explain to Jack. He always got lost in those explanations. Normally after the sentence "And so you use this to power up the…".
Walking into the kitchen, Jack got a few glares from the dish washers, who were SG staff on punishment. It was actually the lightest punishment. Jack recalled how he and Sam had to do this job for a lunch period because Jack passed Sam a note asking her to the carnival to "get away from it all" during an somewhat "important" meeting.
As he neared the main cooking quarters, he was greeted with the song "That Don't Impress Me Much", and a feminine, loud voice singing along, while the sizzle of grease and eggs droned in the background.
He cleared his throat, and noticed that Sam was working a little slower now, since the rush-hour food line was gone. She looked up at him, innocence and surprise in her wide eyes. "Sir?"
"So, Carter, you're the one cooking all that food."
"I got word that the chef was out sick, so I sort of volunteered."
"Uh huh."
"Upset, sir?"
"Nah." Moving closer, he nodded. "Nice kitchen."
"Yes, sir. Wish I had one just like it. I'd like to expand my cooking skills."
"I'm sure. If the cook is out tomorrow, too, will you be cooking?"
"Yes, sir. Did you enjoy it?" She looked up at him with hope. He made a tiny face, withering under Sam's overall cuteness factor.
"It was pretty good," he replied, reaching over to steal a piece of hash brown. Sam smacked his hand with a spatula. "Great then?"
With a wry smile, Sam said, "That's better."
A.N: This is my first Stargate story, but only because I've been busy reading everyone else's! I've been watching Stargate for maybe a year now. On with the show!
PS: Excuse it if I'm off on some things. I do watch the episodes, but I normally wait until the DVD box set comes out, so I've only seen parts of seasons 3+… But I shall try!!
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Jack sat down at his lunch table with the other members of SG-1 and SG-2. He swung his dreaded lunch tray onto the tabletop. For some reason the food looked suspiciously..uh…like food. He almost wanted to poke it with a fork to make sure it wasn't some plastic joke.
It even had a good aroma like food. Smelled like normal eggs and toast with hash brown sides. Suspiciously like someone's cooking. He couldn't put his finger on it, and probably wouldn't have wanted to, considering it was an over-easy egg.
"I heard the cook got sick," a member of SG-2 gossiped, stabbing his egg's center with a corner of toast.
"Probably from his own cooking," another member said, and they shared a little laugh.
Teal'c got a cocky grin on his face. "Perhaps," was all he murmured, before stabbing a square piece of hash brown nimbly, and cautiously eating it. "It is good."
"Indeed," Jonas joked. Jack gave them both a look, before cutting off a corner of egg-white and taking a forkful of hash brown with it. It was a bad habit that would end in doubly tragic puke if this food was somehow diseased.
The food was normal. Jack breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up, only to meet Teal'c's cocky grin again. "Who do you think cooked it?"
"Perhaps it was MajorCarter. I have did not see her in the room," Teal'c inquired. Bobbing his head, Jack looked around. Carter wasn't at the table.
Rising, it hit him. No, not literally, but it was just as shocking. The food *did* taste like Carter's cooking. He'd tried it once on a dare from Jonas. It was actually pretty good, considering Carter was on the Stargate team *and* spent most of her time studying the something of something that she would then explain to Jack. He always got lost in those explanations. Normally after the sentence "And so you use this to power up the…".
Walking into the kitchen, Jack got a few glares from the dish washers, who were SG staff on punishment. It was actually the lightest punishment. Jack recalled how he and Sam had to do this job for a lunch period because Jack passed Sam a note asking her to the carnival to "get away from it all" during an somewhat "important" meeting.
As he neared the main cooking quarters, he was greeted with the song "That Don't Impress Me Much", and a feminine, loud voice singing along, while the sizzle of grease and eggs droned in the background.
He cleared his throat, and noticed that Sam was working a little slower now, since the rush-hour food line was gone. She looked up at him, innocence and surprise in her wide eyes. "Sir?"
"So, Carter, you're the one cooking all that food."
"I got word that the chef was out sick, so I sort of volunteered."
"Uh huh."
"Upset, sir?"
"Nah." Moving closer, he nodded. "Nice kitchen."
"Yes, sir. Wish I had one just like it. I'd like to expand my cooking skills."
"I'm sure. If the cook is out tomorrow, too, will you be cooking?"
"Yes, sir. Did you enjoy it?" She looked up at him with hope. He made a tiny face, withering under Sam's overall cuteness factor.
"It was pretty good," he replied, reaching over to steal a piece of hash brown. Sam smacked his hand with a spatula. "Great then?"
With a wry smile, Sam said, "That's better."