Morning Next to the Stargate

by Rosepixie

A series of very short stories about characters from Stargate SG-1 in the morning. There is very little plot, but it is safe to assume that the stories all take place on the same morning, so small connections may become evident. I have no current plans to expand any of these, but may continue to add more of them over time.

1. Jack

Man, the beds on base were terrible! More comfortable than a bedroll on the ground in the wilderness somewhere, but still nowhere near the soft bed waiting for him at his house. Probably not even as comfortable as the lumpy, grass-filled excuses for beds the natives three planets ago had offered them.

SG-1 had gotten back from an off-world mission only a few hours ago and they were stuck on base until Janet finished going over their bloodwork. Since it was the early hours of the morning, they had all been ordered to get some sleep.

Dammit, thought Jack, flipping over to face the opposite wall. If there hadn't been bugs, I could be home right now. Leave it to alien mosquitoes to keep me stuck here on this pile of bricks.

The planet they had just returned from had been beautiful, but hot as the Amazon jungle and twice as infested with little biting mosquito-like insects. The trip had mostly been dull beyond that. The civilization that had once lived there was long gone, leaving only a few rapidly decaying ruins for Daniel to obsess over while the rest of them were eaten alive by potentially disease carrying pests.

He smiled as he remembered the one good part of the trip. The part that would never make it into any reports. They had spent three days on the planet verifying that it was uninhabited and allowing Daniel and Sam to collect data. At the end of the second day, Sam had gotten fed up with the itchy bug bites and had decided to take a dip in the river to sooth her skin. She had been gone longer than he had expected, so Jack had gone to check on her. He had reached the treeline just as she was stepping out of the river, emerging from the water like a nymph or mermaid, dripping wet in her clinging t-shirt and as beautiful as any goddess he could ever dream up. Miraculously, she hadn't seen him standing there gaping at her.

Jack gritted his teeth at the memory, one he never planned to forget, and again wished that he was at home. Or really anywhere actually private. Flipping onto his back and running his hands through his hair, he decided to give up on sleep. Maybe breakfast was ready in the commissary. If not, there was always Jello in the refrigerator and that would do.

As he made his way down the hallway, he hoped fervently that Sam was asleep in her room so he could refrain from burying that memory for a little while longer.