"Oh, you're a bad puppy..."
Sam had stopped at the end of the hall and looked into the living room. Which was absolutely in shambles. It was obvious what Jaffer had been doing while Sam and Jack had amused themselves – and each other.
The pizza box was gone. What had once been a large square of semi-sturdy cardboard holding a slice and a half of leftover pizza was now merely shreds of cardboard that was spread out over the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen. It didn't look like Jaffer had actually eaten any of the box itself. It simply looked as though the puppy had torn it up and spread it around liberally. Or had dragged it around to the various rooms, stopping her and there to chew some more of it up.
The pizza was gone, of course. It probably had been the first casualty of Jaffer's midnight romp. Followed closely by Jack's wallet, Sam was dismayed to see. There was no mistaking what the little bits of soggy looking black leather had once been. Especially since there were pieces of chewed up money and other bits and odds and ends. Including Jack's Military ID, and a couple credit cards. All showed the signs of thorough chewing, and Sam wasn't sure where to look first.
"Oh, you're soooo bad..."
Jaffer came to a stop next to Sam and looked up at her, wagging his tail cheerfully. He didn't know what bad meant, but if it meant that yes, he'd chewed up pretty much everything that had been left out for him to get a hold of last night, then yes, he was bad. Bad was probably a good thing, since she said it so many times.
"Who's bad?"
Sam turned and saw that Jack had decided to pull himself out of bed, even though it was Saturday and she'd told him to go back to sleep. He had pulled on a pair of sweats and nothing else, and had walked out to the hallway, still looking sleepy and rumpled. Noticing that Carter had stopped at the end of the hall, he'd wondered why, and had forgone the bathroom – which was his original reason for getting out of bed – and had walked over just in time to hear her the second time.
He stopped when he saw the mess in the living room, and Sam watched as his eyes moved over the room, then into the dining room and then into the kitchen. Oh yeah, it was a mess. He looked down at Jaffer, who looked up at Jack, cheerfully, his brown eyes telling him quite clearly that he was proud of how well organized his mess was.
"Did you do this, little man?" Jack asked, unnecessarily. Obviously Sam hadn't.
Jaffer wagged his tail a little harder. There was no denying he might have had a small part to play in the mess that was in the room. Of course, it wasn't his fault that the items in question had been left where he could get to them and that they'd smelled SO good.
"You're in so much trouble, mister..." Jack reached down and picked Jaffer up, then walked into the living room. He looked at the puppy in his arm, who was busily trying to lick his chin. "Is that my wallet?"
"Jack, I'm so sorry..." Sam said, looking down at the shredded pieces as she walked into the room as well. "I left it on-"
"It's not your fault, Sam," O'Neill told her, reaching over and pulling her into a one-armed hug. He was obviously not all that upset, which led Carter to believe that he must have woken up to a mess like this once or twice before. "I knew better than to leave it where he could get to it. I was just... distracted and forgot. Besides, there's nothing in there that can't be replaced." He smiled, then held Jaffer up in front of his face, so the puppy was looking him eye to eye. "You are not a good puppy."
Jaffer wiggled, happily. He heard good! Good was good! The little black lab tried to lick Jack's nose.
O'Neill smiled and shook his head. He couldn't be mad at that cute little face.
"You'd better go outside while I clean this up before I decide that you'd make a good looking rug."
That was by far the worst threat Sam had ever heard. Not even she believed Jack would do something so extreme to his baby, and if she didn't believe it, there was no way that Jaffer could be worried. And it was obvious he wasn't from the way his tail was wagging a mile a minute.
Carter walked into the living room while Jack carried Jaffer to the sliding glass door and put him outside. She reached down and picked up what was probably the biggest piece of his wallet remaining. It was soggy and chewed up, but when Sam picked it up, it proved to be the piece of the wallet that had held the picture of her. Amazingly enough, her picture was still intact, protected by the leather without even a tooth mark.
A hand came out of nowhere and took it from her, and Sam turned her head. Jack was actually blushing! She'd caught him with a picture of her, and he was embarrassed.
"Huh. I wonder how that got in there..."
Sam smiled, but didn't say anything.
"Does he do this often?" She asked, changing the subject.
Jack gave her an appreciative smile; glad she wasn't going to press him on the picture.
"Once or twice. Whenever I get cocky and forget to pick something up, he reminds me why I pick things up in the first place." Jack looked down at the shredded wallet and scowled. "The wallet thing is one I haven't seen, though."
"I'm sorry."
"Nah, I needed a new one anyways."
"And new credit cards?"
"Yup. They were close to expiring anyways."
"And your ID?"
"It was a bad picture. Now they'll have to give me a new one."
He tucked the picture of Sam into the pocket of his sweats, and picked up what was left of a very soggy ten-dollar bill.
"Looks like you're buying breakfast, though."
Sam reached down and picked up what was left of his ID and his driver's license, and kissed him softly. She was amazed that Jaffer was going to get away with this much damage with nothing more than what had to be the gentlest scolding Sam had ever heard. Obviously, Jack O'Neill was mush when it came to his puppy.
"I'm driving, too, apparently."
~*~
The end!
Sam had stopped at the end of the hall and looked into the living room. Which was absolutely in shambles. It was obvious what Jaffer had been doing while Sam and Jack had amused themselves – and each other.
The pizza box was gone. What had once been a large square of semi-sturdy cardboard holding a slice and a half of leftover pizza was now merely shreds of cardboard that was spread out over the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen. It didn't look like Jaffer had actually eaten any of the box itself. It simply looked as though the puppy had torn it up and spread it around liberally. Or had dragged it around to the various rooms, stopping her and there to chew some more of it up.
The pizza was gone, of course. It probably had been the first casualty of Jaffer's midnight romp. Followed closely by Jack's wallet, Sam was dismayed to see. There was no mistaking what the little bits of soggy looking black leather had once been. Especially since there were pieces of chewed up money and other bits and odds and ends. Including Jack's Military ID, and a couple credit cards. All showed the signs of thorough chewing, and Sam wasn't sure where to look first.
"Oh, you're soooo bad..."
Jaffer came to a stop next to Sam and looked up at her, wagging his tail cheerfully. He didn't know what bad meant, but if it meant that yes, he'd chewed up pretty much everything that had been left out for him to get a hold of last night, then yes, he was bad. Bad was probably a good thing, since she said it so many times.
"Who's bad?"
Sam turned and saw that Jack had decided to pull himself out of bed, even though it was Saturday and she'd told him to go back to sleep. He had pulled on a pair of sweats and nothing else, and had walked out to the hallway, still looking sleepy and rumpled. Noticing that Carter had stopped at the end of the hall, he'd wondered why, and had forgone the bathroom – which was his original reason for getting out of bed – and had walked over just in time to hear her the second time.
He stopped when he saw the mess in the living room, and Sam watched as his eyes moved over the room, then into the dining room and then into the kitchen. Oh yeah, it was a mess. He looked down at Jaffer, who looked up at Jack, cheerfully, his brown eyes telling him quite clearly that he was proud of how well organized his mess was.
"Did you do this, little man?" Jack asked, unnecessarily. Obviously Sam hadn't.
Jaffer wagged his tail a little harder. There was no denying he might have had a small part to play in the mess that was in the room. Of course, it wasn't his fault that the items in question had been left where he could get to them and that they'd smelled SO good.
"You're in so much trouble, mister..." Jack reached down and picked Jaffer up, then walked into the living room. He looked at the puppy in his arm, who was busily trying to lick his chin. "Is that my wallet?"
"Jack, I'm so sorry..." Sam said, looking down at the shredded pieces as she walked into the room as well. "I left it on-"
"It's not your fault, Sam," O'Neill told her, reaching over and pulling her into a one-armed hug. He was obviously not all that upset, which led Carter to believe that he must have woken up to a mess like this once or twice before. "I knew better than to leave it where he could get to it. I was just... distracted and forgot. Besides, there's nothing in there that can't be replaced." He smiled, then held Jaffer up in front of his face, so the puppy was looking him eye to eye. "You are not a good puppy."
Jaffer wiggled, happily. He heard good! Good was good! The little black lab tried to lick Jack's nose.
O'Neill smiled and shook his head. He couldn't be mad at that cute little face.
"You'd better go outside while I clean this up before I decide that you'd make a good looking rug."
That was by far the worst threat Sam had ever heard. Not even she believed Jack would do something so extreme to his baby, and if she didn't believe it, there was no way that Jaffer could be worried. And it was obvious he wasn't from the way his tail was wagging a mile a minute.
Carter walked into the living room while Jack carried Jaffer to the sliding glass door and put him outside. She reached down and picked up what was probably the biggest piece of his wallet remaining. It was soggy and chewed up, but when Sam picked it up, it proved to be the piece of the wallet that had held the picture of her. Amazingly enough, her picture was still intact, protected by the leather without even a tooth mark.
A hand came out of nowhere and took it from her, and Sam turned her head. Jack was actually blushing! She'd caught him with a picture of her, and he was embarrassed.
"Huh. I wonder how that got in there..."
Sam smiled, but didn't say anything.
"Does he do this often?" She asked, changing the subject.
Jack gave her an appreciative smile; glad she wasn't going to press him on the picture.
"Once or twice. Whenever I get cocky and forget to pick something up, he reminds me why I pick things up in the first place." Jack looked down at the shredded wallet and scowled. "The wallet thing is one I haven't seen, though."
"I'm sorry."
"Nah, I needed a new one anyways."
"And new credit cards?"
"Yup. They were close to expiring anyways."
"And your ID?"
"It was a bad picture. Now they'll have to give me a new one."
He tucked the picture of Sam into the pocket of his sweats, and picked up what was left of a very soggy ten-dollar bill.
"Looks like you're buying breakfast, though."
Sam reached down and picked up what was left of his ID and his driver's license, and kissed him softly. She was amazed that Jaffer was going to get away with this much damage with nothing more than what had to be the gentlest scolding Sam had ever heard. Obviously, Jack O'Neill was mush when it came to his puppy.
"I'm driving, too, apparently."
~*~
The end!