Death by Tea Mug Part 4 -
Popsicle
AN/ Ok, I totally wanted to do this one since I started this fic… seriously just imagine it really happening:O Hope ya'll like it, remember to revieeew!
This was it. The day of Jack O'Neill's death.
He was at a barbeque. A nice, fall barbeque in Teal'c's backyard. There were drinks, burgers, steak and merriment.
Then there was Carter.
With a Popsicle.
He had no idea why, I mean it was October for cryin' out loud… but there she was, with a big, single stick, bright pink Popsicle.
And he was hiding in the bathroom. He just couldn't take it anymore. The visions haunted him… Sam… Popsicle… even though it was a cold October, the Popsicle managed to melt. Of course it wouldn't do to have stick Popsicle drips all over her hands, so she licked. When it wasn't dripping she sucked. Every so often she would nibble some off the top.
She had just had to have a Popsicle…
He was dead. Hiding in Teal'c's bathroom, because of a damn Popsicle. This was the last straw… she had to stop these shenanigans, NOW, or he'd end up doing something rash. Today. He had to stop this thing TODAY!
"Hey, has anyone seen General O'Neill?" inquired Sam. She wanted to ask him about a new project she was hoping to start up.
"I believe I saw him enter my home," offered Teal'c.
"K, thanks Teal'c!" she smiled, entering the house.
"General, Sir?" she called.
Shit, she's found me!
"General, where are you?"
"Uh… just going to the john, can you give me a minute?"
"Sure Sir."
He heard light footsteps stopping a few steps back from the bathroom door. He was cornered. He looked around wildly, looking for an escape of some sort… the window! No, damn it was too small… uh… the cupboard? No, she'd find him there… He desperately searched the walls for some kind of secret escape route, completely oblivious of the errant bar of soap lying on the ground. He was in no condition to talk to her right now! He looked southward… no condition! Well at least she's probably done The Popsicle by now, righ…
Slurp
OH GOD!
He whirled around at the sudden sound, as his foot finally found the bar of soap, and flew out from under him. He let out a yell as he fell backwards with a huge thump against the floor, and slid to slump against the back wall.
"Sir! What happened, are you ok?" Sam cried, banging on the bathroom door. He was done for! She was going to open the door, and come in, with The Popsicle. He had to stop her!
"Carter, I'm fine, just had a little slip, don't come in!"
"Sir I have to see if you're ok!"
"NO! uh… you see I… NO!" he yelled as she started turning the door knob. "Just… give me a minute to do my pants up, will ya?" He cringed as the words came out of his mouth. The door handle went back to normal. He groaned when he moved to sit up. So he wasn't too old to ignore a Popsicle, but he was too old to take a simple fall? Bah!
Slurp
His body convulsed as though shot with a zat. She was KILING him! Physically KILLING HIM! There were fantasies, yeah, but there's such a things as TOO MUCH of a good thing! Inhumane torture. She was evil, pure evil, she was sent by the heathen gods to cast him down…!
Slurp
It was too much! Dear sweet God have mercy on my poor soul!
Slurp
"OH FOR CRYIIN OUT LOUD CARTER, WILL YOU STOP WITH THE DAMN POPSICLE?"
Sam took a shocked step back from the door… what was wrong with him?
"I uh… sorry… sir…" she said quietly. What was going on…
Damn it! He though guiltily. How could I let me emotions go like that? I've hurt her now… crap, how am I gonna get myself out of this one..? I have to tell her, make her realize… but how?
An/ OH, gotcha there! What's going to happen? What's he going to say? Is he going to confess his little fantasies? We shall seee! (reviews make me write faster :D) And as always flames will be used to bake Sam and Jack's wedding cake :D:D