It Was Different.
This is dedicated to my friend Greg, who I forced into watching SG-1 tonight. Hope you like it everyone. Reviews earn you good karma, and bad reviews well I don't know where everyone lives so you're all safe. (For now)
Christmas is coming peeps Richard Dean Anderson's would be appreciated coz I don't own him or anyone else for that matter.
Their relationship to everyone else was just that of friends. Friends who asked advice, said hi in the mornings, bye at night, a wave across a crowded hall. However that was just in front of other people.
When by them selves.
"Mind if I come over?"
"No, I'll order pizza," same every time cheese and tomato with pepperoni and olives. Weird but nice.
The door bell rings, a hug.
"Go through, do you want a drink?"
"Beer, thanks," she always had his favourite in.
They'd sit on the sofa and watch TV, discuss their lives. No shoptalk outside work.
See what everyone else didn't know was that over the years their friendship had evolved into a sibling bond, neither having any nearby they cherished these times together. General and Colonel are left at the door. Jack and Sam chill out.
The clock turns Jack glances at his watch.
"Work early?" she smiles across the sofa.
"Yeah you to," he taps her feet off his lap, stands up and stretches, adjusting his jeans. She walks him to the door, and stands outside barefoot in the cold.
"Hey get inside you have no shoes on,"
"I know," she smiles wrapping her arms around her body.
"Bright and early tomorrow," he smiles hugging her and walks to his car.
"Yes sir," she sarcastically salutes and watches and watches him go.
Back to formalities tomorrow.
Hope you liked just a little thing that I though was sweet. Please review. I'm a review junky. I need the reviewage!!