Author Dana 5
Disclaimer Stargate SG-1 and it's characters don't belong to me, I only steal them for my own twisted enjoyment
Rating K+ (What is with this new rating system, I'm very confused)
Spoilers This is set after episode 9.16 'Off the grid'. This is the episode where SG-1 go to a Planet and pretend to be drug dealers, but are thwarter as apparently Mitchell does not make a very convincing drug dealer.
A/N Ok, is anyone else really annoyed that after 9 long drawn out years Jack and Sam still haven't got round to hooking up even though it's sooooo obvious to everyone they work with and especially now that they ain't even working together? So to the good people of MGM I have written a short sample scene that I hope you will consider as an ending to an episode, that is of course providing that the good people of MGM read these fanfics but for the time we shall assume they do.
Sam pulled up outside her house, put on the breaks, pulled up the hand break, took the key from the ignition and unclipped the seatbelt. Letting out a long held in sign she sat back against her chair, she was home. Grabbing the Green Dragon takeout bags' she headed into the house through the white picket gate that she had finally got round to putting up; it was very cliché but it gave a small sense of normality to her SGC life.
As she entered the living room she couldn't help but smile at the sight before her. Some hockey game was blaring loudly on the TV as usual, with him on the couch in blue jeans, a white T and a bottle of good old-fashioned Colorado beer in hand as ususal. Dumping the food on the coffee table she collapsed onto the couch and him.
Wrapping his arms around her he placed a small kiss on her head. "So, how was deep space radar telemetry today, anything exciting?"
"Well, you where right, Mitchell doesn't pass as a drug dealer."
He could help but smirk at that, "well I told you, you would be more believable," he told her feigning hurt. "You want a beer?"
"Sure." As he got up Sam stretched on the couch exhausted and so glad to be back home, even more so to be back with her General Jack O'Neill.
By the time Jack got back from kitchen Sam was already asleep, he draped a blanket over her, gently kissed her cheek and sat on the floor in front of her. 'Oh well more beer and spring rolls for me…ok, fine I'll save her one' he thought to himself as he opened the takeout boxes and watched the rest of the hockey game on mute.
THE END Please R&R