Jack and Jaffer4
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Jack, just Jaffer!
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Jack O'Neill was sitting on his deck with his feet up, sipping a cup of luke-warm coffee and enjoying what was truly a beautiful spring evening. It was a little cold, maybe, and the sun was already going down so it was only going to get colder, but the days were slowly and surely getting longer, and winter was losing its grip on the Colorado mountains fairly quickly now. The grass in his back yard was going to need mowed soon, and Jack had already pulled out his barbeque grill to be used sometime soon.
Jaffer came stumbling up the stairs of the deck, his big feet and puppy awkwardness making the trek up the four steps a major undertaking, and Jack smiled as he always did when he saw the little black lab. Jaffer wagged his tail happily, enjoying the evening just as much as Jack was.
"Whatcha got there, little man?" Jack asked, gesturing for Jaffer to come over so he could see what the puppy was carrying in his mouth. It was too big to be swallowed, or Jack knew it wouldn't have made it to the deck, and he knew from experience – he'd had Jaffer for almost 2 months now and was getting more and more experienced as time went by – that chances were Jaffer had found it and was planning on dragging it in the house and chewing it up in there where he could make a proper mess.
The puppy cam over willingly, knowing that Jack was going to give him some serious loving. What he didn't expect was for him to take away his prize. Jack pulled the dead bird from Jaffer's mouth with a grimace of distaste and shook his head; glad he'd caught this one before it made it into the house.
"Ugh."
Jaffer eyed the bird happily. He didn't think it was icky at all. It was interesting! And very chewable. Jack shook his head.
"Not a chance, Jaffer. You'll get dead bird breath, and then Sam won't give you any kisses. You don't want that, do you?"
He chucked the bird into the garbage can that was in the corner of the deck, and then scooped the puppy up with his free hand, and cuddled him to make up for stealing his dead bird – although he did pull back when Jaffer tried to lick his face. Jack didn't want dead bird breath face. He took another sip of his coffee, and sighed when the little black lab stuck his nose in it and took a tentative taste as well. Great. Dead bird flavored coffee.
"You're going to make him sick if you let him drink that." The voice came from the glass sliding door, and Jack smiled. He hadn't even heard her come open it. From the surprised look on Jaffer's face when he brought his nose out of Jack's coffee cup, the puppy hadn't heard her, either. Some guard dog he was turning out to be.
"It beats the dead bird he brought me." Jack told Sam, turning his head so he could see her.
"Ick."
Carter came over and stood behind the chair Jack was sitting in, putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning over to kiss his cheek softly. O'Neill turned his head at just the right moment, and her lips brushed his own. Sam smiled. She loved it when he did stuff like that.
"What are you doing for dinner tonight?"
Jack shook his head, and watched as Jaffer took another couple tastes of his coffee. "I didn't have anything planned." He told her, setting the cup in his lap and reaching over and catching her hand with his. "I thought you and Janet were taking Cassie to the movies?"
"Cassie's not feeling good, so they canceled."
"Anything serious?"
"No, I don't think so."
Jaffer put his foot in Jack's coffee cup and spilled it. Sam winced as the coffee soaked O'Neill's lap, but Jack just sighed. He should have known better. At least it wasn't hot. Jaffer shifted in his lap, and Jack had to let go of Sam's hand before the puppy fell. He put Jaffer down on the floor of the deck, and set his now empty cup on the railing.
"Does that happen often?" Sam asked him, smiling. Jack wasn't hurting - or he wasn't letting it show – so she wasn't going to worry about him.
"Often enough." He took her hand again – using the one that hadn't held the dead bird. "So? You don't have any dinner plans?"
"Nope. Got room for another at the table?"
"There's always room for you, Sam." Jack told her seriously. She smiled, and kissed him again. "Do you want to eat in or go out?"
"We could order a pizza."
"If that's what you want."
"It's what I was going to do. But if you have something better in mind, we can do that." Jack didn't really care what he ate. As long as it wasn't a dead bird.
"Pizza's fine."
Jack stood up and walked back into the house, still holding Carter's hand.
"Aren't you going to bring Jaffer in?" She asked.
"Only if he wants to come."
"You're not worried about him getting hurt outside?"
"Nope. Not anymore, anyway. The vet came over yesterday and helped me puppy proof the back yard and the deck. Unless something falls out of a tree or gets tossed into my yard from the neighbor's, there's nothing there that can hurt him, now."
"Wow, a house call? Really?"
He nodded. "She said it would probably cut down on the visits Jaffer and I make to her office."
Sam believed that.
"So, as long as you check his mouth when he comes through the door to make sure he's not toting something that doesn't belong – like the dead bird I mentioned earlier – he's fine outside until he wants to come in."
There was a thud, and both of them looked over at the glass sliding door. Jaffer had just crashed into it, and Jack shook his head. "As long as it's open, that is."
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Jack, just Jaffer!
~*~
Jack O'Neill was sitting on his deck with his feet up, sipping a cup of luke-warm coffee and enjoying what was truly a beautiful spring evening. It was a little cold, maybe, and the sun was already going down so it was only going to get colder, but the days were slowly and surely getting longer, and winter was losing its grip on the Colorado mountains fairly quickly now. The grass in his back yard was going to need mowed soon, and Jack had already pulled out his barbeque grill to be used sometime soon.
Jaffer came stumbling up the stairs of the deck, his big feet and puppy awkwardness making the trek up the four steps a major undertaking, and Jack smiled as he always did when he saw the little black lab. Jaffer wagged his tail happily, enjoying the evening just as much as Jack was.
"Whatcha got there, little man?" Jack asked, gesturing for Jaffer to come over so he could see what the puppy was carrying in his mouth. It was too big to be swallowed, or Jack knew it wouldn't have made it to the deck, and he knew from experience – he'd had Jaffer for almost 2 months now and was getting more and more experienced as time went by – that chances were Jaffer had found it and was planning on dragging it in the house and chewing it up in there where he could make a proper mess.
The puppy cam over willingly, knowing that Jack was going to give him some serious loving. What he didn't expect was for him to take away his prize. Jack pulled the dead bird from Jaffer's mouth with a grimace of distaste and shook his head; glad he'd caught this one before it made it into the house.
"Ugh."
Jaffer eyed the bird happily. He didn't think it was icky at all. It was interesting! And very chewable. Jack shook his head.
"Not a chance, Jaffer. You'll get dead bird breath, and then Sam won't give you any kisses. You don't want that, do you?"
He chucked the bird into the garbage can that was in the corner of the deck, and then scooped the puppy up with his free hand, and cuddled him to make up for stealing his dead bird – although he did pull back when Jaffer tried to lick his face. Jack didn't want dead bird breath face. He took another sip of his coffee, and sighed when the little black lab stuck his nose in it and took a tentative taste as well. Great. Dead bird flavored coffee.
"You're going to make him sick if you let him drink that." The voice came from the glass sliding door, and Jack smiled. He hadn't even heard her come open it. From the surprised look on Jaffer's face when he brought his nose out of Jack's coffee cup, the puppy hadn't heard her, either. Some guard dog he was turning out to be.
"It beats the dead bird he brought me." Jack told Sam, turning his head so he could see her.
"Ick."
Carter came over and stood behind the chair Jack was sitting in, putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning over to kiss his cheek softly. O'Neill turned his head at just the right moment, and her lips brushed his own. Sam smiled. She loved it when he did stuff like that.
"What are you doing for dinner tonight?"
Jack shook his head, and watched as Jaffer took another couple tastes of his coffee. "I didn't have anything planned." He told her, setting the cup in his lap and reaching over and catching her hand with his. "I thought you and Janet were taking Cassie to the movies?"
"Cassie's not feeling good, so they canceled."
"Anything serious?"
"No, I don't think so."
Jaffer put his foot in Jack's coffee cup and spilled it. Sam winced as the coffee soaked O'Neill's lap, but Jack just sighed. He should have known better. At least it wasn't hot. Jaffer shifted in his lap, and Jack had to let go of Sam's hand before the puppy fell. He put Jaffer down on the floor of the deck, and set his now empty cup on the railing.
"Does that happen often?" Sam asked him, smiling. Jack wasn't hurting - or he wasn't letting it show – so she wasn't going to worry about him.
"Often enough." He took her hand again – using the one that hadn't held the dead bird. "So? You don't have any dinner plans?"
"Nope. Got room for another at the table?"
"There's always room for you, Sam." Jack told her seriously. She smiled, and kissed him again. "Do you want to eat in or go out?"
"We could order a pizza."
"If that's what you want."
"It's what I was going to do. But if you have something better in mind, we can do that." Jack didn't really care what he ate. As long as it wasn't a dead bird.
"Pizza's fine."
Jack stood up and walked back into the house, still holding Carter's hand.
"Aren't you going to bring Jaffer in?" She asked.
"Only if he wants to come."
"You're not worried about him getting hurt outside?"
"Nope. Not anymore, anyway. The vet came over yesterday and helped me puppy proof the back yard and the deck. Unless something falls out of a tree or gets tossed into my yard from the neighbor's, there's nothing there that can hurt him, now."
"Wow, a house call? Really?"
He nodded. "She said it would probably cut down on the visits Jaffer and I make to her office."
Sam believed that.
"So, as long as you check his mouth when he comes through the door to make sure he's not toting something that doesn't belong – like the dead bird I mentioned earlier – he's fine outside until he wants to come in."
There was a thud, and both of them looked over at the glass sliding door. Jaffer had just crashed into it, and Jack shook his head. "As long as it's open, that is."