Sugar and Spice, and Everything Nice
Author's Note: Well, here it is! A GINA story! Sam and Jack and Gina, with no purpose other than to be sweet and sappy, so if you like that sort of stuff, sit back and get the popcorn out... We'll see where it ends up going. if you haven't read Good Morning, Campers! you're not going to know who Gina is... you can probably still read this one, just bear in mind that Gina is a 5th grader.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Jack or any of them, but I do get to lay claim to Gina
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There was a knock on the door, and Sam looked up from the microscope she was adjusting. She smiled when she saw who was at the door, and waved for him to come in.
"You wanted to see me, Carter?" Jack asked, coming across the room and standing next to her. Not touching, but just close enough that she'd know he would be touching her if they weren't on base.
"It could have waited." She'd only called him a few minutes before.
"I wasn't doing anything important."
He reached over and picked up a small device that was sitting on the counter, and looked at it curiously, turning it over in his hands to see it from all sides.
"You probably shouldn't-"
The device zapped him, and Jack dropped it with a curse.
Sam closed her eyes as it shattered on the floor.
"Sorry." He stuck his abused hand against his side, cradling it gingerly.
"It's all right."
"What was it?"
"It doesn't matter." It had been a very expensive piece of diagnostic instrumentation. Now it was garbage.
He looked at his hand, but it was fine.
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
He reached for another one of her doohickeys.
"Jack."
His hand jerked back.
"Sorry."
"Uh huh." She couldn't help but smile, though. Sometimes he was like a kid in a toy store. So many things to touch, so little time to break it all. Speaking of kids. And breaking things.
"I have to break our date tonight."
"Oh?" He leaned against the counter, knowing there had to be a good reason for it, and reached out absently and picked up the doohickey he'd already been warned away from. "Another man?"
She smiled and took the device away from him. This one she really needed in one piece.
"A female."
"Ooo, kinky."
Sam laughed.
"It's Gina. Her mother is going away for the weekend – a dance thing in Las Vegas – which isn't going to be really very much fun for Gina, although she could go if she really wanted to. So her mother asked if I wanted her for the weekend, and I said yes."
"What about her sister?" Jack asked. He knew the little girl had at least one sister.
"She's staying at a friend's."
"So it's just Gina?"
"Yup."
"Can I come over?"
"Of course." Sam smiled. "I'm pretty sure you were at least a large part of the reason Gina wants to come visit me."
"She knows a good guy when she meets one." Jack said, puffing his chest out and striking a pose.
Carter rolled her eyes.
"I'm going to pick her up when I get off this evening, and then we'll go to my house from there. You want to come over tonight? Or wait for tomorrow?"
"Will I be in the way if I come tonight?"
"Never."
He smiled, suppressing a desire to kiss her for making him feel so important and loved with just one word.
"Then I'll come over tonight. We can have a nice quiet dinner, maybe watch a few movies..."
"Do our hair and makeup..."
"Maybe watch another movie..."
Sam laughed, and took yet another piece of her equipment from him when he picked it up. That one was important, too.
"So I'll see you tonight?"
"What's for dinner?"
"Something easy."
"Barbeque?"
"It's too cold to barbeque. How about fast food?"
"You're going to feed the child all that sodium, grease and cholesterol?" He looked shocked.
"What do you have in mind?"
"How about I cook dinner?"
"What? Mac and cheese?"
He reached over and tapped her on the nose.
"And hot dogs."
"How about we order a pizza?"
"No. I want real food."
"How about soup and sandwiches?"
"And chips?"
"And feed her all that sodium and grease and cholesterol?"
"Touché."
She grinned.
"Soup and sandwiches?"
"Sounds good. Need me to bring anything?"
"Some soup... and bread... and maybe stuff to make sandwiches."
"Anything else?"
"We'll stop and rent movies on our way home."
"No cartoons."
"We'll let her choose."
"No chick flicks, either."
"We'll see."
He was going to end up watching Bambi, he just knew it. But he was also going to get to see Gina, so he supposed it was a fair exchange. Jack nodded.
"I'll see you tonight, then."
"Sounds good."
He turned to go, but Carter cleared her throat and held out her hand. Jack looked down at the doohickey he'd picked up while they were discussing the movie and dinner, and handed it back to her.
"Sorry."
She smiled, and shooed him out of her office.
Author's Note: Well, here it is! A GINA story! Sam and Jack and Gina, with no purpose other than to be sweet and sappy, so if you like that sort of stuff, sit back and get the popcorn out... We'll see where it ends up going. if you haven't read Good Morning, Campers! you're not going to know who Gina is... you can probably still read this one, just bear in mind that Gina is a 5th grader.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Jack or any of them, but I do get to lay claim to Gina
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There was a knock on the door, and Sam looked up from the microscope she was adjusting. She smiled when she saw who was at the door, and waved for him to come in.
"You wanted to see me, Carter?" Jack asked, coming across the room and standing next to her. Not touching, but just close enough that she'd know he would be touching her if they weren't on base.
"It could have waited." She'd only called him a few minutes before.
"I wasn't doing anything important."
He reached over and picked up a small device that was sitting on the counter, and looked at it curiously, turning it over in his hands to see it from all sides.
"You probably shouldn't-"
The device zapped him, and Jack dropped it with a curse.
Sam closed her eyes as it shattered on the floor.
"Sorry." He stuck his abused hand against his side, cradling it gingerly.
"It's all right."
"What was it?"
"It doesn't matter." It had been a very expensive piece of diagnostic instrumentation. Now it was garbage.
He looked at his hand, but it was fine.
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
He reached for another one of her doohickeys.
"Jack."
His hand jerked back.
"Sorry."
"Uh huh." She couldn't help but smile, though. Sometimes he was like a kid in a toy store. So many things to touch, so little time to break it all. Speaking of kids. And breaking things.
"I have to break our date tonight."
"Oh?" He leaned against the counter, knowing there had to be a good reason for it, and reached out absently and picked up the doohickey he'd already been warned away from. "Another man?"
She smiled and took the device away from him. This one she really needed in one piece.
"A female."
"Ooo, kinky."
Sam laughed.
"It's Gina. Her mother is going away for the weekend – a dance thing in Las Vegas – which isn't going to be really very much fun for Gina, although she could go if she really wanted to. So her mother asked if I wanted her for the weekend, and I said yes."
"What about her sister?" Jack asked. He knew the little girl had at least one sister.
"She's staying at a friend's."
"So it's just Gina?"
"Yup."
"Can I come over?"
"Of course." Sam smiled. "I'm pretty sure you were at least a large part of the reason Gina wants to come visit me."
"She knows a good guy when she meets one." Jack said, puffing his chest out and striking a pose.
Carter rolled her eyes.
"I'm going to pick her up when I get off this evening, and then we'll go to my house from there. You want to come over tonight? Or wait for tomorrow?"
"Will I be in the way if I come tonight?"
"Never."
He smiled, suppressing a desire to kiss her for making him feel so important and loved with just one word.
"Then I'll come over tonight. We can have a nice quiet dinner, maybe watch a few movies..."
"Do our hair and makeup..."
"Maybe watch another movie..."
Sam laughed, and took yet another piece of her equipment from him when he picked it up. That one was important, too.
"So I'll see you tonight?"
"What's for dinner?"
"Something easy."
"Barbeque?"
"It's too cold to barbeque. How about fast food?"
"You're going to feed the child all that sodium, grease and cholesterol?" He looked shocked.
"What do you have in mind?"
"How about I cook dinner?"
"What? Mac and cheese?"
He reached over and tapped her on the nose.
"And hot dogs."
"How about we order a pizza?"
"No. I want real food."
"How about soup and sandwiches?"
"And chips?"
"And feed her all that sodium and grease and cholesterol?"
"Touché."
She grinned.
"Soup and sandwiches?"
"Sounds good. Need me to bring anything?"
"Some soup... and bread... and maybe stuff to make sandwiches."
"Anything else?"
"We'll stop and rent movies on our way home."
"No cartoons."
"We'll let her choose."
"No chick flicks, either."
"We'll see."
He was going to end up watching Bambi, he just knew it. But he was also going to get to see Gina, so he supposed it was a fair exchange. Jack nodded.
"I'll see you tonight, then."
"Sounds good."
He turned to go, but Carter cleared her throat and held out her hand. Jack looked down at the doohickey he'd picked up while they were discussing the movie and dinner, and handed it back to her.
"Sorry."
She smiled, and shooed him out of her office.