Stuck
By Bren Ren
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Summary: Sam and Jack are… well… stuck.
A/N: Just a short little drabble inspired by my fellow Shippers at Gateworld. Blame them.
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"Carter, is that your hand on my six?"
The Major's face blanched as she realized she couldn't remove her hand from its present location. "Um… yeah. And it seems to be… stuck."
"That could be a problem," the Colonel replied.
She was quiet for a long moment. "Um… sir…? Is that your hand on *my* six?"
"Yeah." A sudden jerking movement from the Colonel nearly knocked her off her feet. "Seems to be stuck."
Sam was quiet again for another long moment. "How in the world are we going to explain this one?"
"I told you not to turn that thing on," he said snidely.
"And I told you that you should stay back," she returned with due snarkiness. "Why you translated that as 'put your hand on my six' I'll never understand."
"It was an accident," the Colonel answered with due chagrin. "I was losing balance."
"Well, maybe if I just turn it off…" She reached back over to the alien device that was apparently responsible for their present dilemma and pushed a few buttons. The electrical hum whirred down and the lights went out.
"Nope," the Colonel said in the darkness. "Still stuck, and now it's pitch black in here. Any more bright ideas?"
"Well, I could—"
"Hey now!"
"Sorry, sir."
"That wasn't my six."
"Sidearm?"
"You could call it that."