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Author's notes: I'm actually USING a story starter to start a VERY short story. The dialogue might sound tricky, but this is just for fun. This is to reward myself for having not written in so long and taking the time to do it. My choice:
16) She didn't like fishing.
Timeframe: August 13, 2004
Title: He liked to fish
Author: Lynda
She didn't like fishing, and the general knew it. She was supposed to be in Colorado Springs, taking apart gadgets, or putting ones that had been blown up by other SG teams back together. Yet, the two officers were, on the small dock, just off the pond. No real work of any kind to be found.
"Sir, you know I have at least nine projects I'm working on. I can't go fishing." Sam had tried to worm her way out of it.
"Colonel Carter, do I need to remind you that as the commander of this base I am ORDERING you to go fishing? At least consider the notion of sitting around, doing nothing, and drinking beer," he had calmly stated.
"Beer? Really?" She'd given him her most quizzical look.
He didn't give in. "Beer, Carter. I know you like my beer."
The conversation was settled. He booked their flight and that was that.
"General?" She sat on the chaise lounge, staring down at flip-flopped feet, holding onto a fishing rod with the barest of grips.
"Yes, Carter?" Jack was doing something by the grill, closer to their cottage.
"Since you're making me fish, that means I don't have to clean any of what I catch, right?" She eyed his boxer swimsuit as he loped over to tower above her. Then she worked her way up his perfect, six-pack abs to finally make contact with his dark sunglasses.
"IF you catch anything, I'll take care of it. But you better plan on hamburgers." He spoke without noticing her wanton gaze.
I'll tell you what's hot . . . you, in that bathing suit. Come here. She wanted SO badly to reach for him, and then the rod got a tug.
"You hooked one!" he called in delight. "Reel him in."
No kidding, I hooked one. Sam thought. Maybe fishing isn't soooo bad.
By the time she remembered to start reeling in the line, her fish had taken off with the bait.
The End
