Disclaimer: Stargate and cast are not owned by me. That
privilege belongs to Richard Dean Anderson and company.
Inspired by our brother Seth's nickname for us (my sister,
Kelly, and I) during the eating behavior of our diet.
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Chapter 1: The Fall Guy
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"Are you finished yet?" Sam asked, running a hand over
her sweat-dampened hair. She placed her half of the
paperwork onto the thin pile of done reports.
"No. It will be awhile, unfortunately." Jack scowled,
picking at the ever-thickening pile of papers stacked on his
desk. He looked up from his work and eyed Sam carefully.
"Go on home honey. I will catch up as soon as I can."
She sighed, and did not move from her seat across from
him. "I'd rather stay and help you," she replied stonily.
"Normally I would agree, but not this time. You need to go
home and get some rest. You're a week away, remember?"
"How could I forget," she retorted, pushing herself up from
the cushioned chair.
"Sounds fine, but first, we need to make a trip to the store,
for, ah--a few things," Janet interrupted, waddling into the
room, followed by a pestering Daniel.
"What now?" both Jack and Daniel whined.
Daniel good-naturedly grabbed a fourth of Jack's stack off
the desk, thumbing through them. "Jack and I just went
grocery shopping for you two yesterday."
"Yes, but pregnant women have needs," Janet explained
matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, so do the pregnant ladies' husbands," Daniel
muttered.
"Okay, fine," Jack resigned. "But I want someone
accompanying you."
Daniel's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "You what!"
"You've got to be kidding me? Janet is exactly one week
overdue, and . . ."
Exasperated, Janet rolled her eyes. "Daniel, I've waited
this long, what's one more day. Besides, when I go into
labor you'll be the first to know. Anyway, I feel fine. Not a
twinge of pain all day."
"Nor does it mean you won't have any," he admonished,
waving a finger at her. Crankily, Janet was tempted to bite
the finger poking at her nose. However, she held her tongue,
knowing he was right. Rashly, Janet spoke. "Fine. I vote
we take . . . Jonas!"
At that moment, a confidently smiling face poked his head
in the doorway. "Did someone mention my name?" All eyes
turned to the familiar voice.
"Uh, actually yeah. You're a very wanted man, Jonas,"
Jack replied dryly, spinning around in his chair.
"Really!" Jonas beamed. "By whom?"
"Us!" Janet and Sam replied cheerily.
privilege belongs to Richard Dean Anderson and company.
Inspired by our brother Seth's nickname for us (my sister,
Kelly, and I) during the eating behavior of our diet.
*******************
Chapter 1: The Fall Guy
***********************
"Are you finished yet?" Sam asked, running a hand over
her sweat-dampened hair. She placed her half of the
paperwork onto the thin pile of done reports.
"No. It will be awhile, unfortunately." Jack scowled,
picking at the ever-thickening pile of papers stacked on his
desk. He looked up from his work and eyed Sam carefully.
"Go on home honey. I will catch up as soon as I can."
She sighed, and did not move from her seat across from
him. "I'd rather stay and help you," she replied stonily.
"Normally I would agree, but not this time. You need to go
home and get some rest. You're a week away, remember?"
"How could I forget," she retorted, pushing herself up from
the cushioned chair.
"Sounds fine, but first, we need to make a trip to the store,
for, ah--a few things," Janet interrupted, waddling into the
room, followed by a pestering Daniel.
"What now?" both Jack and Daniel whined.
Daniel good-naturedly grabbed a fourth of Jack's stack off
the desk, thumbing through them. "Jack and I just went
grocery shopping for you two yesterday."
"Yes, but pregnant women have needs," Janet explained
matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, so do the pregnant ladies' husbands," Daniel
muttered.
"Okay, fine," Jack resigned. "But I want someone
accompanying you."
Daniel's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "You what!"
"You've got to be kidding me? Janet is exactly one week
overdue, and . . ."
Exasperated, Janet rolled her eyes. "Daniel, I've waited
this long, what's one more day. Besides, when I go into
labor you'll be the first to know. Anyway, I feel fine. Not a
twinge of pain all day."
"Nor does it mean you won't have any," he admonished,
waving a finger at her. Crankily, Janet was tempted to bite
the finger poking at her nose. However, she held her tongue,
knowing he was right. Rashly, Janet spoke. "Fine. I vote
we take . . . Jonas!"
At that moment, a confidently smiling face poked his head
in the doorway. "Did someone mention my name?" All eyes
turned to the familiar voice.
"Uh, actually yeah. You're a very wanted man, Jonas,"
Jack replied dryly, spinning around in his chair.
"Really!" Jonas beamed. "By whom?"
"Us!" Janet and Sam replied cheerily.