Author Notes: Thank you Stepliannas for beta reading my story. This story was create off a write challenge. I was given three random words which I had to include in my story. The words were fishing, bet, and cookies.
Fishing
It must have been the beer, Sam thought. It was the only way, how else could this have happened? It was the only sound reason that Sam could think of for why she would have made such a foolish bet; otherwise the Major would never have made a bet to go fishing for the weekend with the Colonel.
Of course, Colonel O'Neill had to win; thus trapping not only Sam, but the other two members of SG-1 in a net of their own making, as well. Unable to find any way out of predicament—she had tired everything—Sam sat miserable watching the red and white cork floating four feet in front of her.
Hot, hungry, and bored, Sam grew restless and irritated after nearly five hours of fishing; her mind kept going over all the better things she could be doing besides this. Instead, she was stuck here with two more days to go before the trip was over.
So far, the trip had been wonderful; just peachy. Upon arrival, Sam had managed to drop all the food into the lake, along with her cell phone. Why, oh why had she put her cell phone in with the food? Seriously, this was why she hated fishing; she was cursed.
Ever since her dad had taken her fishing for the very first time, something had always gone wrong for her. Such incidents ranged from a broken wrist, to her brother somehow managing to hook her finger instead of a fish. The coup de grace had been on the legendary last trip where the boat sank and the three of them had to swim to shore before hiking the ten miles back to their car, freezing cold and wet. That's when she vowed never to go fishing again.
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Sam's stomach rumbled making her realize it was getting near dinnertime. She hoped Jack was planning to head back soon as they hadn't gotten a nibble all day; even though Jack would claim every once in a while that he gotten a nibble, though no one ever saw the bobber go under.
For the past hour, no one had spoken, after Daniel and Jack's heated arguments had died down into a stony silence. The SGC's Archeology Department received a message informing Daniel that SG-12 had discovered an interesting artifact on PXJ-35. Daniel had wanted to return to SGC and begin his examinations immediately. Jack said no and refused to budge, holding them all to the remaining two days of the trip.
A fish jumped next to Teal'c's cork and the Jaffa raised an eyebrow before solemnly asking, "How can someone claim this is a sport? Or that it is fun?"
"God, I wish I knew," Daniel looked at the Jaffa with the look of 'kill me now' written on his face.
"That's because it takes skill to get a fish to bite and technique to reel in the big ones," Jack smugly answered, sounding like he was enjoying the suffering of his three friends far too much.
"What kind of tricks, Jack? Would you care to share a few? I only ask because yours obviously aren't working!" Jack shot a dirty glare at Daniel.
"It also about patience, Danny boy"
"Daniel you also forgot Colonel O'Neill's pond doesn't have any fish. So he doesn't have any tricks," the words slipping out of Sam's mouth before she could stop them.
"Ha-ha, real funny Carter. By your three wonderful moods, I bet you want to call it a day?"
"Yes!" All three exclaimed.
"Fine. But none of you better even think about running back to the SGC."
Immediately, Daniel stated, "Never crossed my mind. Sam?"
"Nope," She answered back at Daniel, her own mind trying to come up with a plan. If she could find a way—any way—out of this, she was taking it.
Pulling up to the vacation house of Jack's friend, Sam found herself looking at a summerhouse that had clearly not been visited in several years. "This the place?"
"Yep," Jack gave her a smile as she climbed out of the vehicle.
The inside wasn't much better and the cupboards were bare. "Well that's just great," Sam muttered as she threw her bag on the bed. She was so hungry she could eat a horse!
Glancing in the mirror, she found her skin was crimson. Damn it; she had forgotten to reapply her sunscreen. Great, now she was going to be a laughing stock at the SGC once this weekend was over. This was why she hated fishing.
Reluctantly walking out of the room, she found only O'Neill in the living room. Wondering where Daniel and Teal'c had vanished off to, she inquired, "Where Daniel and Teal'c?"
"They went to get some food," Sam silently cursed herself for not thinking of the same idea.
"Don't worry, I made them walk. Unless they plan on hitchhiking all the way home, they'll be back."
An awkward silence fell between the two, neither sure what to talk about. "Next time remember to keep putting the sun screen on" Jack wore a grin. Sam gave him a nasty glare as he walked off into another room.
Her stomach rumbling again, Sam's mind went back to food, suddenly recalling the cookies she'd left in the car and fetching the bag from next to her seat. Returning to the house, she opened the bag and popped one of tiny cookies into her mouth; never had a chocolate chip cookie taste so good.
She had slowly savored a few more before O'Neill reappeared. "What you got?" He asked curiously, smelling food.
"Some cookies I bought at the gas station," She tossed another one into her mouth and saw Jack watching hungrily.
"Don't you think it would be nice to share Major?"
"Nope; and they're so tasty!"
"Come on Carter. One?" He pleaded, putting out his hand, but Sam only continued to gloatingly munch on her cookies.
"Ha! A Goa'uld couldn't pry these cookies from my dead hand, Sir."
"Is that so?" Jack retorted, grabbing for the bag. Sam evaded his reach and it soon turned into a game as the two danced around the living room in childish manner. Jack trying to get the cookies while Sam played keep away.
At one point, Jack rushed Sam but tripped, tumbling into her. The impact sent Sam backward, but her legs slammed into something; but instead of landing on the floor, she landed on the couch with Jack on top of her. "Ouch," Sam stated, rubbing her head.
"Sorry Sam," Jack muttered as both suddenly realized what an awkward position they were in and Sam's face turned red. Looking into his eyes, she was about to say something when the front door opened, Daniel and Teal'c returning from the store.
"We got..." Daniel stopped on seeing the sight before him, holding a couple paper bags in his arms. As he stared at them, Sam shoved Jack hard, sending the Colonel off her and on to floor with an 'unff'.
"Are we interrupting something here?" Daniel asked confusedly, and Sam saw Teal'c raise an eyebrow a curious look on his face.
"It not what you think, we were just fooling around," Sam kicked herself at how bad that sounded, even to her.
"Yeah. I was after her cookies," Sam kicked Jack who painfully added, "The bag of cookie she wouldn't share." Sam held them up, knowing her face was turning an even darker shade of red.
"Ok," Daniel's face was mix of confusion, shame, and embarrassment. There was a long pause as the four just stared at one another.
"We have acquired food," Teal'c finally stated breaking the silence.
"What's for dinner?" Jack question rising and walking toward the connected kitchen as did the others.
Attempting to go on as though nothing had happened, Daniel answered, "We got bread, sandwich meat, chicken, and Teal'c also got some smoked salon to try." Sam reluctantly joined them in looking at the food in a pitiful attempt to escape her feelings of embarrassment. Looking up, she found Teal'c smiling at her discomfiture before joining Daniel at the table.
Jack sulkily whispered to her before joining the other men, "The only thing that's missing is the cookies. Guess those are hard to get, but maybe next time."
Sam watched him go; maybe fishing wasn't always that bad.
Notes: Thank you all for reviewing!And because so many people want to read more about the trip, I will be expanding the story.