A/N: Yay! My first fanfic in like whatever! Last night I saw the episode "grace" (australian tv is so far behind!) and it was so sad coz now Sam and Jack aren't going 2 get together! Yeah im a shipper now… This chapter is dedicated to Brett Finch, who successfully got his dangerous tackle or whatever charge downgraded. Yay!
"Swing low!"
"No! Swing high!"
"Knock his freaking head off!"
The last remark was from Teal'c. Jack grinned, but tried desperately to clear his mind. He swung his stick back slightly, lining up the shot, trying to guess which way the goalie would go. Left? Right? Split in half and go both ways?! Over his head fluorescent numbers counted down.
5….
4……
3…….
Jack swung.
He watched, in slow motion, as the puck slid across the ice, faster than a speeding bullet. He saw the goalie move to deflect, but miss and trip over his pads. He, Jonathon O'Neil, had made the shot.
The crowd erupted. He'd made the shot! Jack grinned. He'd just won the playoffs! Sweet….
People patted him on the back, congratulated him, shouted everything at him, but he didn't notice because Sam was running towards him and wrapping her arms around him and he around her and was kissing her soft lips and tasting her sweet tongue-
"Sir?"
Jack realised with a shock that he was still sitting in the commissary with Sam, who had been talking about god knows what whilst he'd been staring at her for the past five minutes.
"Do you want to?"
Jack had no idea what she was talking about.
"Sure." He replied.
And that was how he found himself standing in front of a mall at 0530 on a freezing Sunday morning, waiting to buy Daniel some shoes.