Just a little something I wrote for a different story but thought it worked nicely as a one-shot. Can be read as Jack/Sam friendship in season 10, but I wrote it initially as SJ established relationship.
Onion Rings
"Hey, Jack." Sam called from the living room to Jack, who was busy making dinner in the kitchen.
"Yeah?"
She didn't respond immediately so he poked his head around the corner. "Sam?"
"Never mind."
He quickly washed the onion juice off his hands and walked out to join her, drying his hands on a dish towel. He glanced around for a place to discard it but finding nowhere suitable he tossed it on the floor in the corner. "What is it?"
She stared at the towel. "You weren't planning on using that again, were you? Because that's disgusting."
He chuckled. "Remind me to wash the potatoes. I found them under the kitchen sink. At least I think they're potatoes."
She couldn't help the amused smile at the lame joke. "We've probably had worse."
"I know we have. So what's nothing?"
"It's nothing."
"You sure it isn't something?"
"I'm sure. It was just a dumb idea."
"Your ideas are rarely dumb, Carter."
"This was a dumb idea," she reassured him.
"Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me or I'll rub my hands all over you," he threatened.
She raised her eyebrows at the unusual threat.
He lifted his right eyebrow fiendishly. "I've been chopping onions." He brought his hands closer to her face.
She backed away, shoving a piece of paper into his hands. He grinned triumphantly and unfolded the paper, reading it carefully.
"Good God, we're old, aren't we?"
She laughed. "You're sweet."
He smiled at her. "You think this is nothing?" She shrugged. "You want to go?"
"I'm not sure. It's not like I can really talk about what I've been doing with my life. And I didn't really know a lot of them all that well."
"Nice vacation. You can show me around."
She grimaced. "I didn't really get out much."
He stared at her. "Sometimes you are so depressing. How are you such a remarkable person?"
She chuckled wryly. "Air Force straightened me out. And you made me who I am today."
He rubbed his fingernails against his chest, inspecting them in cocky, superior fashion. "Only took a decade. But seriously, Sam, you should go if you want to. You'll find things to talk about."
"It's a high school reunion, Jack. Everyone else will talk about their kids and dull, boring jobs and they'll be so proud and here we are saving the world and all we can say is it's classified. Boring."
"Well, I'd be the first to admit that. But it may be fun. Plus, you can always tease everyone behind their backs later. Not that I would ever do that."
"Of course not. Are you trying to talk me into this?"
"Only if you really want to do it. You've got time for it. And that's all I'm saying. I'll be crying in the kitchen if you need me. Poor onions. Their fate saddens me. Doomed to flavor the masterpiece yet never the center of attention."
"Onion rings." She replied absent-mindedly.
He stared at her a moment but it quickly turned into a glare. "Someday that brain of yours will be wrong and I'm going to be there to make fun of you."
"Yes, sir." She smiled sweetly.
He walked over to her, discreetly bringing both his hands up to her face affectionately. Her smile turned to instant horror and she shoved him away, jumping back from the couch and the onion smell on his hands.
"That was so evil, Jack."
"Gotcha."
