True Sight
Author's Note: I debated for quite a while whether I wanted to make this a Campers! Story or if I just wanted to make it a regular story. It's a little off the wall, and I wasn't positive I wanted to associate this story with the AU that I've developed for so long that it seems to have a life of its own. But I like the idea of the story, and I decided that if I use the Campers! AU then I can put in elements that I couldn't use otherwise. (Like Jaffer and Gina) So! It's not going to be a long story. There's very little plot, so consider yourself warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1 or all that, but I get to lay claim to Gina and Jaffer, and any of the people I make up along the way.
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"I need that."
A low growl was the only response he received, and Jack O'Neill tugged once more on the brush.
"Give it to me before I turn you into a rug..."
Another growl, but the teeth that were holding the brush didn't budge, and no matter how hard he tugged, there was no way he was going to get it back. Jack scowled, but he didn't mean it, and the playful gleam in Jaffer's brown eyes plainly showed that he knew it quite well.
"Anyone ever tell you you're stubborn?" He asked, tugging once more on the brush, then giving up and spraying water over the black lab's face. This didn't bother Jaffer, either. He loved the water. He closed his eyes and leaned into the spray.
It was Saturday morning and the two of them were in Jack's bathroom. The bathtub was filled with warm water, and Jaffer was sitting in the middle of it, more than willing to be bathed. But, it was also playtime as far as the lab was concerned, and the brush was only the latest in a series of items that Jaffer had taken from Jack. First it had been the bottle of dog shampoo. Then the spray nozzle that Jack used to rinse Jaffer off. Then it had been the wash cloth. Now it was the brush, and undoubtedly the towel he was planning on drying him with would be the final straw.
Jack didn't care. He loved quiet moments like these with Jaffer, even when they weren't really all that quiet sometimes. The two of them had their share of excitement during the week that it was nice to take a break, and enjoy each other's company. Even if it meant stripping himself practically naked and giving the dog a bath. A long overdue bath.
Jack dropped the spray nozzle, and grabbed the soap before Jaffer could figure out that he was going to, and started lathering the black lab's wet hide again. He rubbed it in good, making a massage session out of it since he knew that Jaffer liked it, and the big dog responded by closing his eyes in bliss and dropping the brush from his mouth. It landed with a splash in the water, and Jack was splashed, but since he wasn't wearing a shirt, he didn't care. He'd dry.
Just as he'd finished soaping the dog up, he heard a faint knock coming from the front door. Jaffer heard it, too. The brown eyes opened, and his head turned towards the door.
"No. Don't even think about it."
It was too late. Jaffer had already thought about it. Thought about it and was acting on it. O'Neill could tell by the way the muscles under his fingers tensed, and by the way Jaffer started looking at the door.
Jack moved quickly, blocking the black lab's path, and he promptly slipped in a puddle of water from an earlier wrestling match. Jaffer took advantage of the distraction, and leaped out of the tub, right over Jack, who reached up and grabbed the lab around the chest, dragging him down to the floor.
"Jaffer! No!"
He couldn't hold him, of course. The dog was soapy and slick, and Jack didn't have any leverage at all. He'd taken Jaffer's collar off when he'd started the bath, so he didn't even have that to grab onto. Tail wagging furiously when he heard another knock, the lab struggled in Jack's arms and finally wormed his way free. Dripping water and soap, he scrambled to his feet and ran out of the bathroom, leaving Jack lying on the floor in a wet mess, his chest and arms covered with soap, and his face and hair smeared with dog shampoo. He wasn't hurt, though. Jaffer would never hurt him, not intentionally. No matter how desperate he was to get to the door and se who was there knocking. Jack got to his feet, mumbling about how nice it'd be to have a black fur coat, and slipped once more on his way down the hall.
Jaffer was waiting at the door, watching Jack expectantly, his tail wagging and spraying water all over the entrance hall. There was another knock.
"I'm coming!"
He opened the door, and saw Sam standing there, looking lovely in jeans and a salmon colored blouse. Even better; standing next to her, wearing a similar outfit was Gina.
Sam grinned when she saw Jack, and Gina couldn't help but smile as well. He was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing more – not even his dog tags. His chest was soapy, his hair was soapy, and he smelled like dog shampoo and was wearing a thunderous look of annoyance that didn't last long once he saw who was standing at the door. Jaffer was drenched as well. The black lab was soaked, the black hide smeared white with dog shampoo, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that there had been a bath in progress. Although she wasn't sure who was bathing whom.
"Are we interrupting?" Sam asked.
"Of course not." He moved to the side and gestured for them to come in. "Watch out for the water on the floor," Jack warned them. Both he and Jaffer were leaving quite the puddles.
They went into the living room, and Jaffer swarmed Gina, eager to say hello to the little girl. She was his favorite little girl in all the world, after all!
The girl giggled, but tried to shy away from him when he pressed closer, wanting to be scratched. He was way too wet to be fun to pet just then.
"Jaffer, back up, little man." Jack told him. "She's dry, let's keep her that way." Someone might as well be.
The black lab did what he was told immediately. He only pretended not to obey when it was he and Jack alone.
"What are you guys doing tonight?" Sam asked him, reaching over and running her finger along his soapy chest. Gina giggled when she realized Sam was writing her name.
"Nothing as far as I know." Jack answered, winking at the little girl. He didn't care what Sam did to him. "Why?"
"We're going to go to the carnival!" Gina answered before Sam could open her mouth again, too excited to keep quiet. "Want to come?"
"The carnival?" Jack looked at Sam, who was now drawing a heart around her name. She nodded.
"Rides, and cotton candy and all sorts of games." Sam said. "You can win me a stuffed animal."
"Please come, Jack..." Gina begged, her eyes dancing with good cheer and excitement at the thought of rides and cotton candy.
"Of course we'll come."
"Yay!!" She did a little happy dance, and Jack smiled and shook his head.
"What time, Sam?"
"About 4:00?"
He looked down at Jaffer, and then at himself, and then at the mess of water and soap that trailed from the hallway back to the bathroom. Yeah. That'd be about right.
"Sounds like a plan."
Author's Note: I debated for quite a while whether I wanted to make this a Campers! Story or if I just wanted to make it a regular story. It's a little off the wall, and I wasn't positive I wanted to associate this story with the AU that I've developed for so long that it seems to have a life of its own. But I like the idea of the story, and I decided that if I use the Campers! AU then I can put in elements that I couldn't use otherwise. (Like Jaffer and Gina) So! It's not going to be a long story. There's very little plot, so consider yourself warned.
Disclaimer: I don't own SG-1 or all that, but I get to lay claim to Gina and Jaffer, and any of the people I make up along the way.
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"I need that."
A low growl was the only response he received, and Jack O'Neill tugged once more on the brush.
"Give it to me before I turn you into a rug..."
Another growl, but the teeth that were holding the brush didn't budge, and no matter how hard he tugged, there was no way he was going to get it back. Jack scowled, but he didn't mean it, and the playful gleam in Jaffer's brown eyes plainly showed that he knew it quite well.
"Anyone ever tell you you're stubborn?" He asked, tugging once more on the brush, then giving up and spraying water over the black lab's face. This didn't bother Jaffer, either. He loved the water. He closed his eyes and leaned into the spray.
It was Saturday morning and the two of them were in Jack's bathroom. The bathtub was filled with warm water, and Jaffer was sitting in the middle of it, more than willing to be bathed. But, it was also playtime as far as the lab was concerned, and the brush was only the latest in a series of items that Jaffer had taken from Jack. First it had been the bottle of dog shampoo. Then the spray nozzle that Jack used to rinse Jaffer off. Then it had been the wash cloth. Now it was the brush, and undoubtedly the towel he was planning on drying him with would be the final straw.
Jack didn't care. He loved quiet moments like these with Jaffer, even when they weren't really all that quiet sometimes. The two of them had their share of excitement during the week that it was nice to take a break, and enjoy each other's company. Even if it meant stripping himself practically naked and giving the dog a bath. A long overdue bath.
Jack dropped the spray nozzle, and grabbed the soap before Jaffer could figure out that he was going to, and started lathering the black lab's wet hide again. He rubbed it in good, making a massage session out of it since he knew that Jaffer liked it, and the big dog responded by closing his eyes in bliss and dropping the brush from his mouth. It landed with a splash in the water, and Jack was splashed, but since he wasn't wearing a shirt, he didn't care. He'd dry.
Just as he'd finished soaping the dog up, he heard a faint knock coming from the front door. Jaffer heard it, too. The brown eyes opened, and his head turned towards the door.
"No. Don't even think about it."
It was too late. Jaffer had already thought about it. Thought about it and was acting on it. O'Neill could tell by the way the muscles under his fingers tensed, and by the way Jaffer started looking at the door.
Jack moved quickly, blocking the black lab's path, and he promptly slipped in a puddle of water from an earlier wrestling match. Jaffer took advantage of the distraction, and leaped out of the tub, right over Jack, who reached up and grabbed the lab around the chest, dragging him down to the floor.
"Jaffer! No!"
He couldn't hold him, of course. The dog was soapy and slick, and Jack didn't have any leverage at all. He'd taken Jaffer's collar off when he'd started the bath, so he didn't even have that to grab onto. Tail wagging furiously when he heard another knock, the lab struggled in Jack's arms and finally wormed his way free. Dripping water and soap, he scrambled to his feet and ran out of the bathroom, leaving Jack lying on the floor in a wet mess, his chest and arms covered with soap, and his face and hair smeared with dog shampoo. He wasn't hurt, though. Jaffer would never hurt him, not intentionally. No matter how desperate he was to get to the door and se who was there knocking. Jack got to his feet, mumbling about how nice it'd be to have a black fur coat, and slipped once more on his way down the hall.
Jaffer was waiting at the door, watching Jack expectantly, his tail wagging and spraying water all over the entrance hall. There was another knock.
"I'm coming!"
He opened the door, and saw Sam standing there, looking lovely in jeans and a salmon colored blouse. Even better; standing next to her, wearing a similar outfit was Gina.
Sam grinned when she saw Jack, and Gina couldn't help but smile as well. He was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing more – not even his dog tags. His chest was soapy, his hair was soapy, and he smelled like dog shampoo and was wearing a thunderous look of annoyance that didn't last long once he saw who was standing at the door. Jaffer was drenched as well. The black lab was soaked, the black hide smeared white with dog shampoo, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that there had been a bath in progress. Although she wasn't sure who was bathing whom.
"Are we interrupting?" Sam asked.
"Of course not." He moved to the side and gestured for them to come in. "Watch out for the water on the floor," Jack warned them. Both he and Jaffer were leaving quite the puddles.
They went into the living room, and Jaffer swarmed Gina, eager to say hello to the little girl. She was his favorite little girl in all the world, after all!
The girl giggled, but tried to shy away from him when he pressed closer, wanting to be scratched. He was way too wet to be fun to pet just then.
"Jaffer, back up, little man." Jack told him. "She's dry, let's keep her that way." Someone might as well be.
The black lab did what he was told immediately. He only pretended not to obey when it was he and Jack alone.
"What are you guys doing tonight?" Sam asked him, reaching over and running her finger along his soapy chest. Gina giggled when she realized Sam was writing her name.
"Nothing as far as I know." Jack answered, winking at the little girl. He didn't care what Sam did to him. "Why?"
"We're going to go to the carnival!" Gina answered before Sam could open her mouth again, too excited to keep quiet. "Want to come?"
"The carnival?" Jack looked at Sam, who was now drawing a heart around her name. She nodded.
"Rides, and cotton candy and all sorts of games." Sam said. "You can win me a stuffed animal."
"Please come, Jack..." Gina begged, her eyes dancing with good cheer and excitement at the thought of rides and cotton candy.
"Of course we'll come."
"Yay!!" She did a little happy dance, and Jack smiled and shook his head.
"What time, Sam?"
"About 4:00?"
He looked down at Jaffer, and then at himself, and then at the mess of water and soap that trailed from the hallway back to the bathroom. Yeah. That'd be about right.
"Sounds like a plan."