My first attempt at a Stargagte SG1 fanfic, and the usual disclaimers apply. I don't own the show, or the characters, but if I did...
Jack and Sam have saved the world, what ten times or so? This story takes place in the near future, and is the epilogue. The next chapters will show how they came to be at the place they are.
Adventures in Baby Sitting
General Jack O'Neill came into Carter's lab with a diaper bag slung over his shoulder, holding a baby in his big hands. As far away from his person as his arms could manage.
"Jack, you really shouldn't hold the baby like that, it's bad for their little necks."
"Sam, take him, there's something wrong." Carter frowned, but took the baby, and gasped,
"Oh. My God." And quickly lay the baby in the fold away bed Daniel had set up in the corner. "He just needs changing, that's all."
"Well, here's his gear, have at it." He handed over the diaper bag, managing to stay on the other side of the room.
"You know how to change a diaper, you can do it." She shoved the bag back in his direction.
"Carter, I'm not touchin' it and that's final. It's wet and slimy and just……gross."
"Sir, you have died and come back, had Ancient knowledge downloaded into your brain and a myriad of other weird things, but you won't change a diaper? That's weird."
"I would rather put my head back in the head sucking thingy everyday." There was no doubt as to his sincerity.
"I thought you liked kids."
"I do. I like kids. They have personalities, and can hold up their end of the conversation. Babies, on the other hand, drool, do nothing but eat, sleep, pee and cry."
"I've dated guys like that."
"Funny, Sam. So. Anyway, here he is, here's the diaper bag and all of his stuff. Tell Daniel thank you for the experience, and to never ask me to baby sit again. I'm old now, I get tired."
"Does that mean you won't be changing our baby's diapers?"
"What?"