What If's, Maybe So's, and Could've Been's
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
The man rolled over and swung an arm over his wife. The early morning was just peeking through the sheer curtains drawn across the window, telling him it was time to start the day. His wife grumbled and pushed the covers back reluctantly. He started drifting back to sleep, aware he had no office to report to and no producer's to haggle with.
"Oh no you don't!" his wife said and pulled the warm comforter off the bed, leaving her husband exposed to the cool morning air. The man groaned and tumbled out of bed himself. He stretched and yawned and pulled his wife into his arms.
"Good morning, dear" he said, pecking her on the lips. She smiled lovingly and headed for the bathroom and the shower. The man scratched at his head and pulled a t-shirt on as he made his way down the hall. He rapped his knuckles on his daughter's door.
"Hey! You're mom says it's morning!" he called. He could hear the bed squeaking as the girl rolled over, trying to ignore him.
"Sleeping Beauty! You're wasting your time!" He waited for a second and the door opened. A sleepy looking teen glared back at him, her hair shooting all over and a red mark from a wrinkle in her pillowcase slashing across her cheek.
"I know the feeling" he told her and started down the stairs.
The two women made it downstairs twenty minutes later, both ready for the day.
"What's for breakfast?"
"Omelettes" the man answered, putting a plate in front of his daughter. His wife laughed.
"Break the eggs again?" she asked teasingly, sipping at her morning coffee.
"It was on purpose!" he defended sullenly.
"Sure, Dad" the girl laughed through her mouthful of egg and cheese.
"It's all right. I didn't marry you for your culinary abilities" his wife consoled him with a kiss and a bite of her omelette.
"You didn't?" he exclaimed, "Damn! There goes another blissful delusion" Both women laughed as they finnished their breakfast he had so valliantly prepared for them.
"Did you finnish your homework last night, toad?"
"Yeah, no prob Dad" the girl answered, gathering her book bag and papers, "Just some simple calculus"
"Simple calculus?" he responded, "Isn't that an oxymoron?"
"You're the only ox around here, Dad, and the only moron. How'd we end up with such a dumbo like him?" his daughter asked her mother.
"It was the ears" his wife replied, "I just couldn't get enough of them"
"Ha ha" he said, "but if you two don't get going, you're going to be late" He followed them to the front door, helping them with coats and briefcases and lost earrings. Finally, they had everything and he opened the door to the bright morning sunshine.
"Don't work too hard, Daddy!" the girl grinned, knowing he had nothing to do.
"Ha ha. Have a good day, honey" he told his wife and kissed her cheek.
"Bye" she replied. He waved as they got in the car and drove away. Then, Jack O'Neill, Hollywood superstar, closed the front door.
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1 and Star Gate no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
The man rolled over and swung an arm over his wife. The early morning was just peeking through the sheer curtains drawn across the window, telling him it was time to start the day. His wife grumbled and pushed the covers back reluctantly. He started drifting back to sleep, aware he had no office to report to and no producer's to haggle with.
"Oh no you don't!" his wife said and pulled the warm comforter off the bed, leaving her husband exposed to the cool morning air. The man groaned and tumbled out of bed himself. He stretched and yawned and pulled his wife into his arms.
"Good morning, dear" he said, pecking her on the lips. She smiled lovingly and headed for the bathroom and the shower. The man scratched at his head and pulled a t-shirt on as he made his way down the hall. He rapped his knuckles on his daughter's door.
"Hey! You're mom says it's morning!" he called. He could hear the bed squeaking as the girl rolled over, trying to ignore him.
"Sleeping Beauty! You're wasting your time!" He waited for a second and the door opened. A sleepy looking teen glared back at him, her hair shooting all over and a red mark from a wrinkle in her pillowcase slashing across her cheek.
"I know the feeling" he told her and started down the stairs.
The two women made it downstairs twenty minutes later, both ready for the day.
"What's for breakfast?"
"Omelettes" the man answered, putting a plate in front of his daughter. His wife laughed.
"Break the eggs again?" she asked teasingly, sipping at her morning coffee.
"It was on purpose!" he defended sullenly.
"Sure, Dad" the girl laughed through her mouthful of egg and cheese.
"It's all right. I didn't marry you for your culinary abilities" his wife consoled him with a kiss and a bite of her omelette.
"You didn't?" he exclaimed, "Damn! There goes another blissful delusion" Both women laughed as they finnished their breakfast he had so valliantly prepared for them.
"Did you finnish your homework last night, toad?"
"Yeah, no prob Dad" the girl answered, gathering her book bag and papers, "Just some simple calculus"
"Simple calculus?" he responded, "Isn't that an oxymoron?"
"You're the only ox around here, Dad, and the only moron. How'd we end up with such a dumbo like him?" his daughter asked her mother.
"It was the ears" his wife replied, "I just couldn't get enough of them"
"Ha ha" he said, "but if you two don't get going, you're going to be late" He followed them to the front door, helping them with coats and briefcases and lost earrings. Finally, they had everything and he opened the door to the bright morning sunshine.
"Don't work too hard, Daddy!" the girl grinned, knowing he had nothing to do.
"Ha ha. Have a good day, honey" he told his wife and kissed her cheek.
"Bye" she replied. He waved as they got in the car and drove away. Then, Jack O'Neill, Hollywood superstar, closed the front door.