Title: Go to Sleep!
Author: fallingfromelysium
Rating: PG (is 'hell' actually a bad word? And one vague reference to sex.
Very vague)
Category: drabble. Exactly 100 words! I'm so impressed, sorta.
Pairings: Sam/jack established maybe future. It's a drabble, come on.
Summary: Sam is working. Again. (show of hands: anyone shocked?)
A/N: How cool is this. My first (posted) fic! Thanks to my beta and sister
Shrodinger. Is it just me or is it really funny that the disclaimer is most
likely longer than my story?
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm not making any money. I don't get to hang out
with SG-1. sob
"Sam, is that computer on?"
"Maybe?"
"Are you doing work?"
"Possibly?"
He walked over and shut the laptop. She began to protest, but he hauled her out of her chair and pulled her into the bedroom. Now safely in his bed and arms he sighed.
"There is not a damn electrical thing on in the room other than my phone and alarm clock. Go to sleep!"
"Well, if you keep holding me like that then there is not a chance in hell!"
"What do I keep saying about the giggling?" His reprimand was softened a bit by his kiss goodnight.
"Sam, is that computer on?"
"Maybe?"
"Are you doing work?"
"Possibly?"
He walked over and shut the laptop. She began to protest, but he hauled her out of her chair and pulled her into the bedroom. Now safely in his bed and arms he sighed.
"There is not a damn electrical thing on in the room other than my phone and alarm clock. Go to sleep!"
"Well, if you keep holding me like that then there is not a chance in hell!"
"What do I keep saying about the giggling?" His reprimand was softened a bit by his kiss goodnight.