Hold the Fort

A/N: So…this story. This story is not a story. It's more of a…conversation. Yeah. Sure. Um…I don't really know what to say except I hope you don't hate it. No plot. No real reason. Just…fluff.

Enjoy!

"There is no way that would work." Sam whispered, looking around to make sure they weren't being overheard.

"Why not?" Jack also glanced around, but he wasn't as concerned. He didn't care who heard. "You said it yourself, there's nothing to suggest it won't be structurally sound."

"I didn't say that." Sam bit her lip and pulled Jack further away from the other people. "What I said was, if I make some modifications there would be nothing to suggest it wouldn't be structurally sound."

"So, make the modifications!" Jack spoke a little too loudly and Sam gave him killing look.

"Why make the modifications if we can just request one that already has them built in?" When Jack didn't answer her, she sighed. "Look, I understand that immediacy is an issue, but if we do this wrong, people could get hurt. Important people."

"I know." Jack sighed. "I just hate waiting, it makes me nervous. The boss' certainly won't be happy when they find out we can't set this thing up right away."

"Since when do you care about bending to their will?" Sam grinned despite herself.

"Well, they've made themselves harder to ignore over the last few years." Jack again looked at the object in his hand, wishing for all their sake's that it was the correct one. The fate of their world hung in the balance and he wasn't sure that fate would wait 5 to 7 business days.

"Can I help you folks?"

The cheery voice so startled Sam that she grabbed Jack's arm and spun, a too bright smile on her face. "Nope! No, we're fine, thanks."

"You sure? You've been discussing that pillow for quite awhile now. Maybe I could help you find a more suitable-,"

"No, no, that's okay." Sam said, the strange smile still on her face. She glanced back at Jack, a 'help me' look in her eyes.

Jack grinned down at his wife and Sam immediately knew he wasn't going to be much of a help. "What would you recommend for the best fort?"

"I'm sorry?" The employee was clearly caught off guard, her smile faltering slightly.

"A blanket slash pillow fort. What would you recommend?" Jack blinked innocently and only flinched a little when Sam elbowed him in the side.

The sales girl glanced between Sam and Jack for a moment, her smile fading by the second. "Sir, you don't have to mock me. If you didn't want my help, you could've just said so."

"No, he isn't-," Sam started, but the girl held up her hand, her smile back in place.

"If you folks will excuse me, there are customers who do want my help." Then she turned and stalked off.

Sam waited until she was out of earshot to turn to her husband, glaring at him. "You hurt her feelings!"

"I did not. She was just sensitive."

"A blanket fort, Jack?"

"Well, that's what we need it for!"

"I know that, but she just sees two grown adults wanting a pillow! Her first thought won't be a blanket fort. It won't even be her fifth thought." Sam rolled her eyes, taking the too-soft pillow from him and tossing it on the model bed.

"But did she ever even consider that we're two really cool adults?" Jack winked at his wife, grinning when she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Who build forts."

"Is there any other kind?"

Sam rolled her eyes, but grinned, bumping Jack's shoulder with her own. She couldn't stay mad at him; hell, she couldn't even stay annoyed at him. Jack tossed his arm over her shoulders as they made their way out of the store.

Sam put her arm around his waist and turned her head to look up at him. "You could've at least mentioned we have kids."

"D'oh!"

A/N: Don't even ask. No clue where it came from.