Author's Note: Hey everybody, this is basically just something I wrote to get my writing motivation back up – and to those still waiting for me to update my other fics, I'm really sorry! Please be patient, and I hope you readers enjoy my first foray into the Stargate: SG-1 fandom!
Colonel Jack O'Neill couldn't believe what was happening. Of all the situations that he had been in, both before and after he joined the Stargate Project, this one definitely ranked in the Top 5 in terms of strange.
The good kind of strange though, he decided as he looked across the cave to the giant ball of fur curled up against the wall, leaning back against his own fuzzy pillow as he glanced out towards the cave entrance, wincing as another unnaturally loud boom of this planet's version of thunder rang out.
P3X-714 had seemed like a nice enough planet through the MALP transmission, with a breathable atmosphere, some really nice forests, a lot of grass, and two moons. Pretty much what the SG-1 team had expected when they arrived through the Stargate, with the exception of the fact that the trees had blue leaves instead of green ones. Carter had gone into full science-mode at the sight of them and kept spouting partial theories about why they were that particular shade of dark blue instead of something else.
Of course, the keyword there was seemed, and SG-1 had quickly figured out that the planet was definitely not as nice as it had looked through the transmission. Namely they had discovered the quickly changing weather, the fact that the atmosphere on P3X-714 leaned towards extremes, and that it apparently believed whole-heartedly in the saying 'when it rains, it pours'. The once sunny sky had clouded over in less than ten minutes, and three minutes and a sound like thunder crossed with a banshee's scream later had seen the start of the rainstorm from hell, or so Jack thought.
In the course of trying to see through the impenetrable wall of rain, he had somehow gotten separated from the rest of the team and had been completely soaked to the bone in seconds. It hadn't taken long until he had gotten turned around and wandering in the opposite direction of the Stargate, and since he hadn't noticed any cliffs between camp and the 'Gate, he had decided to try and find a cave or an overhang or something and get out of the downpour. After all, who knew if the rain was just water or if there was some chemical or mineral in it that would turn his skin blue (again) or worse?
With visions of Doc Fraiser and many needles dancing in his head to motivate him, it hadn't taken him long to find the cave he was currently holed up in. Of course, it was only after he'd taken off his boots to dump the water out of them and shrugged off his SG pack to let that dry that he noticed the giant balls of fur scattered around the cave. There must have been something in the rain, Jack had told himself; because there was no way he would have normally taken that long to notice couch-sized balls of fluff!
One of the fluff-balls rustled in a way that had nothing to do with a draft, and then a large, furry head that was actually – and he wouldn't say it out loud even under threat of no pudding – cute. Seriously, the thing had large, shimmering amber eyes that practically screamed 'Look at me! I'm cute! Want to snuggle?' and its' body, covered in a cream-colored fluffy coat, was pretty much just icing on the proverbial cake. And after five minutes of them staring at each other, the thing cheeped at him and then the furry head disappeared into the pile of fluff that was the creature's body.
The Colonel had just shrugged and decided to go with the assumption that the furry things were harmless and okay, maybe the fur looked enticingly soft and just right for a pillow – but he couldn't be blamed for that!
He had upended his boots to help the water inside drain out faster and then went to make himself comfortable against the giant furball closest to him. Coincidentally, said furball was also the one who had poked its' head up at him, and the thing didn't seem to mind, so he took that as permission. Or at least that was what he was planning on telling Daniel if the archeologist tried to make a big thing out of it.
Now Jack was enjoying the chance to sit back, relax, and wait for the storm to pass so he could find out where he was and then head back to the 'Gate. All in all, O'Neill thought cheerfully as he snuggled back into his living pillow, he could definitely think of worse ways to spend a visit off-world.
Author's Note: And there you have it! Be sure to drop me a review and tell me what you guys thought! Did you love it? Hate it? Want to see what was happening with the rest of SG-1 while Jack was relaxing with the Furballs (who totally deserve the capital letter) and waiting out the storm?