AN:Look! Microfic number two!


One Day

One day, Malcolm Barrett put an envelope in Jack's hand as he exited the school's front gates. Details on stolen Asgard cloning tech, and a facility hidden somewhere in the industrial district. Bad guys never seemed to get sick of abandoned warehouses. They also never seemed to get sick of kidnapping a certain blonde genius. Rat-bastards.

Jack's break-in coincided with SG-1's retrieval of Colonel Carter, and yet they never noticed the teenager bearing only a backpack and pathetic .22 pistol stealing down the smoking halls. They never saw him break open that terrible, sinister pod and help the shaking girl inside step out into the world.

Two weeks fleeing across the globe, because there was no way they could be allowed to lay hands on this delicate girl, who's name was Sam, too, and who smiled sometimes like she was the world waking up all over again.

Here, on this golden day, on this golden beach with Sam and her golden hair, Jack pushes it all away, and teaches her how to body board in amongst the laughter and seawater.