Title: Making a Good Impression
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Characters: Sam/Jack
Prompt: a black shirt
Word Count: 362
Rating: PG
Summary: She turned in his arms and looked at him with wide eyes. 'Your what?'
Notes: It's never really been stated I think, whether Jack's parents are still alive, but in this, they are XD. Thinking back on it now, it's a little OOC for Sam I think, but never mind.

Making a Good Impression

He carelessly ran his hand through her hair.

'Tomorrow's Saturday,' he stated.

'So…'

'My parents are coming round for dinner; I'll cook.'

She turned in his arms and looked at him with wide eyes. 'Your what?'

'Mom and Dad.'

She leant her head on his chest. 'I'll have to clean the house.'

He smiled into her hair and let her go.

'I'll have to get some flowers for your mom and some beer for your- does your dad even like beer? Remind me to make sure I get the spare room ready – remove all your trash from it. I'll put that nice quilt we bought at that store in Minnesota on the bed.' She spoke to no one in particular but he knew she was mentally writing a long list of things that didn't really need to be done, but she felt compelled to do.

'What are you going to cook them?' She asked.

'Steak.'

'Of course,' she muttered, 'and when will they be going home?'

'They'll be here till we go back to work Monday. I'll probably drive them to the airport before we go to base, they have an early flight.'

She nodded and walked past him, 'I'll change that dodgy light bulb in the bathroom and I need to fix the doorbell; your parents do not need to hear the Simpson's theme tune if someone knocks on the door.'

'Hey,' he grabbed her arm, 'It's only my parents, and they'll love you even if we lived in a little shack in the middle of Nevada.'

'Hmm.' She smiled briefly, 'Can you hide your guns? The last thing we need is one of your parents stumbling across a gun; don't forget the one that you taped under the sink in the guest bathroom… And hide your toys.'

'You hide yours.' He argued back.

'They aren't toys, they are electronic devices that are very useful.'

'For what? Calculating in millimetres how far it is from here to Minnesota?'

She rolled her eyes, 'Just hide your x-box and your yoyos…'

Jack fiddled with his watch.

'Are you picking your parents up at the airport tomorrow?'

'Yeah. 1400 hours.'

'Wear your black shirt.'