Summary: After an off-world mishap, Sam deals with a grown Jack having the mind of a ten-year-old; literally.
Timeframe: Any, Slight-AU
Characters/Pairing: Established SJ
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG13
Ten Again
Sam put down her spoon and pushed the remainder of her blue Jell-O aside to look up at Jack. He was standing next to the table and fidgeting, his hands pulling at the bottom of his shirt as he shifted from foot to foot.
"Jack, sit down."
He shook his head at her. "I can't."
Sam sighed and looked around. Some of the Airmen having lunch were staring at them now. "Why not?"
He made a face, but kept dancing around. "I gotta pee," he stage-whispered.
Oh brother. Sam smiled to herself and pushed her chair back, standing and snagging his sleeve. "Come on, I'll take you to the bathroom." She realized he hadn't gone to the bathroom in the four hours since SG-1's return, and was wondering how long he'd been holding it.
After leading her husband to the bathroom, Sam shoved him through the door lightly and leaned on the wall outside in the corridor.
"HOLY CRAP!"
The astonished shout made her jerk away from the wall. Sam's brows furrowed slightly and she nudged the door open a crack. "Something the matter, Jack?"
"No!" came the hasty squeak from inside. "Nothing!"
Sam scratched her head for a second, puzzled, then her eyes widened and she caught herself smirking.
Oh.
She supposed a ten-year-old in a grown man's body wouldn't exactly be expecting THAT when he went to the bathroom. Well, at least not quite on that scale.
As Jack emerged from the men's room, wiping freshly-washed hands on his BDU pants, Sam desperately fought the urge not to laugh. "Everything go okay in there?"
The forty-something Air Force Colonel's cheeks flushed. "Yeah, fine," he mumbled, pulling a blue yo-yo out of his pocket and skittering down the hall.
Sam squeezed her eyes shut, giggling softly and shaking her head as she followed after him. This was going to be a long, interesting couple of days.
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