A/N: This was inspired by events here in the Midwestern States. Two days ago I went to class at university in flip flops and shorts, a gorgeous, breezy April afternoon... and yesterday- BAM. 4.5 inches of snow.
Disclaimer: Stargate isn't mine, etc.
XOXOXO
SNOW?!
Jack hated snow. Well, more accurately, cold, especially when he wasn't snug in his Minnesota cabin. Antarctica was a not-so-distant memory and he shivered in his thermal sleeping bag. The storm had blown up seemingly from nowhere on what had previously been a fine, spring day. It was Teal'c's turn for watch; Jack was third in the shift roster, Daniel second, and Carter last. How she had been so lucky this time around, he didn't know.
Oh right, she'd had the third watch last mission and so naturally she was fourth this time. Meaning she could get a full night's rest, or as close to one as someone could get in this frozen hellhole. He surreptitiously scooted himself closer to their small fire and, completely by accident, Carter. He remembered being warmer next to her in Antarctica. He frowned. He so should not be thinking that right now.
Jack scooted just a little bit more and could finally feel the from the fire on his toes, and the body heat from Carter. Daniel had zonked out immediately, seemingly not too bothered by the cold. This cave sucked, the rocks sucked, there wasn't enough dry wood for a fire, and his knees ached. Finally, Jack fell asleep, lulled by the quiet crackle of the fire and the howling of the store outside their shelter.
In seemingly no time at all, Daniel was shaking Jack's shoulder for his turn at watch. Jack squinted up at Daniel's fire lit face and had the sudden urge to throw something at him. Not something too hard, perhaps a shoe?
"I'm up," Jack muttered, dragging himself up. He frowned grumpily at Daniel, who had removed his boots as soon as Jack had reached a seated position, was now lightly snoring in his toasty sleeping bag. Jack dragged his now dry boots on and stood, stretching and deftly rolling his sleeping bag in a semblance of a pillow. Across the fire, Teal'c cracked an eye. Jack shrugged, he'd be damned if he was going to sit closer to the entrance on a freezing cold rock. He sighed, feeling old as he waved Teal'c back to his kelnoreem. Jack grabbed his weapon and moved closer to the cave entrance, to the watch rock.
Jack placed his rolled sleeping bag on the rock, shivering already away from the heat of the fire and his teammates. The snow still blew sideways, howling across the cave entrance. Snow. Why did have to be snow? Just once, couldn't they have gone to a tropical planet?