Hi all, I am trying to get the last part of 'Pride...' done - promise. But...this little ficlet just hit me and I had to get it written down. It's not very long as I initially intended it to be a drabble, but it kinda went further than the statutory 100 words, so it became a Vignette instead. Hope you all enjoy it.
PERMUTATE
By LetitiaRichards
Set several years in the future, but less than 10.
Jack/Sam established.
A short Vignette which somehow outgrew my original idea for a Drabble.
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
When the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, USAF General, Jack O'Neill, entered the oval office of the White House, there were already several members of the official personnel bustling around the newly elected President of the United States. As a four star General, part of Jack's task was to keep the President informed on all military matters, so he would be a frequent visitor to the hallowed halls of the most important residence in the country.
The President glanced up at Jack and smiled as he stood and came round the desk to greet him like an old friend.
"General O'Neill, it's good to see you again."
"You too Mr. President," Jack replied with a corresponding smile. It was always best to keep things official, especially when the room was crowded with, as yet, unknown staff.
"How is Sam?"
"Just fine, thank you sir."
"And the boys?"
"Oh, let's just say that Sam and I have our hands full, sir, but we wouldn't have it any other way."
The President smiled again, his obvious pleasure lighting his youthful face.
"That's great, Jack. Couldn't have wished them on anyone else!" he chuckled, slapping Jack on the shoulder as if they were pals.
With that, the business at hand was attended to and finally over, after several hours and numerous cups of coffee had been downed, that was.
The room quickly emptied, but the President snagged Jack's sleeve, keeping him in attendance until they were the only two left in the room.
Dropping his hand from his quarry, the President sighed and turned to face Jack with an open sincerity few had seen outside of his close friends.
"I hope that when we are on our own, you'll call me by my given name, Jack?"
"You know I can't do that sir. You're the President of the United States; I have to call you Mr. President or Sir."
"Jack, please. I won't tell if you don't."
It was Jack's turn to chuckle now, and he reached out his hand to clasp the President's shoulder.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it, then, yeasureyoubetcha, Daniel."
The End.
Permutate:- to change the order or arrangement of... meaning that Jack has to do as President Daniel Jackson orders now!
Just a little bit of humour so I hope you liked it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate SG-1 or the characters; they are already spoken for unfortunately. No copyright breach intended, and no money is being made from this. Just using those wonderful characters for a short while to fuel the imaginations of many.