TITLE: World on Fire
AUTHOR: Jo van Berkel
RATING: PG-13 bit of language
PAIRING: Sam/Jack
CATEGORY: Romantic gesture, Humour(hopefully!!)
SPOILERS: none, set in any season
ARCHIVING: Yes
SUMMARY: my answer to Fic Challenge #1 on NZSG1, 500 word limit. My take on a romantic Halloween gone a little haywire.
DISCLAIMER: All the usual stuff. Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions; etc. etc.This story is for entertainment purposes only, no money exchanged hands, no copyright infringement intended. Previously unrecognised places and characters, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, either living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
AUTHOR NOTES: My first time ever answering a fic challenge!
DATE: 5-11-03
"Crap," Colonel Jack O'Neill said as he stood outside the home of his second-in-command, Major Samantha Carter. Hands on his hips, feet slightly apart, he was surveying the remains of his Halloween surprise. Who would have thought that lighting a pumpkin was going to be so difficult, and so, flammable. Well, the pumpkin wasn't flammable as such. But the decorations he had attempted to put around it were.
All Jack had wanted to do was surprise Sam with a Halloween message. A simple pumpkin, complete with candle of course. And a really neat banner that he had spotted in a shop. The idea was to put the pumpkin in the driveway, with the banner over it, and see if she could guess who it was from. After all, Sam didn't have that many admirer's that would leave a banner with the words "You set my world afire" on it, did she?
It was as he was attempting to light the candle that the match had burnt too low, way too quickly. He had tried to put it out by shaking it, only for the match to fly out of his hand onto the banner. Flames had erupted with a whoosh, and five seconds later the banner was a pile of ash. "Damn banner should have read "You set my world on fire"," Jack thought. "Oh well, glad I didn't put it on the porch." The thought of explaining how he set Sam's house on fire was enough to make him shiver.
He checked his watch to see that it was nearly 2000 hours, and he knew that Sam was due home any minute. This little mishap had thrown him, and he was losing time fast. He quickly ran around the house, looking for anything to clean up the mess. Coming back to the driveway he remembered the metal bucket in his truck, and used that to scoop up the ash. The last few bits he had to use his hands for, and ended up with hands that were rather black.
Now for the pumpkin. "May as well leave that on the porch, better not light it though," he thought as he moved towards the front porch. He put the pumpkin down, noticing the black smudges all over it. Pulling a cloth out of his pocket he quickly polished the pumpkin, removing all traces of ash. "There, now time to get out of here."
Jack sprinted back to his truck and jumped in. With one last look, and a shake of his head, he drove off, maybe a little too quickly.
"Oh well, there's always next year."
AUTHOR: Jo van Berkel
RATING: PG-13 bit of language
PAIRING: Sam/Jack
CATEGORY: Romantic gesture, Humour(hopefully!!)
SPOILERS: none, set in any season
ARCHIVING: Yes
SUMMARY: my answer to Fic Challenge #1 on NZSG1, 500 word limit. My take on a romantic Halloween gone a little haywire.
DISCLAIMER: All the usual stuff. Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions; etc. etc.This story is for entertainment purposes only, no money exchanged hands, no copyright infringement intended. Previously unrecognised places and characters, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, either living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
AUTHOR NOTES: My first time ever answering a fic challenge!
DATE: 5-11-03
"Crap," Colonel Jack O'Neill said as he stood outside the home of his second-in-command, Major Samantha Carter. Hands on his hips, feet slightly apart, he was surveying the remains of his Halloween surprise. Who would have thought that lighting a pumpkin was going to be so difficult, and so, flammable. Well, the pumpkin wasn't flammable as such. But the decorations he had attempted to put around it were.
All Jack had wanted to do was surprise Sam with a Halloween message. A simple pumpkin, complete with candle of course. And a really neat banner that he had spotted in a shop. The idea was to put the pumpkin in the driveway, with the banner over it, and see if she could guess who it was from. After all, Sam didn't have that many admirer's that would leave a banner with the words "You set my world afire" on it, did she?
It was as he was attempting to light the candle that the match had burnt too low, way too quickly. He had tried to put it out by shaking it, only for the match to fly out of his hand onto the banner. Flames had erupted with a whoosh, and five seconds later the banner was a pile of ash. "Damn banner should have read "You set my world on fire"," Jack thought. "Oh well, glad I didn't put it on the porch." The thought of explaining how he set Sam's house on fire was enough to make him shiver.
He checked his watch to see that it was nearly 2000 hours, and he knew that Sam was due home any minute. This little mishap had thrown him, and he was losing time fast. He quickly ran around the house, looking for anything to clean up the mess. Coming back to the driveway he remembered the metal bucket in his truck, and used that to scoop up the ash. The last few bits he had to use his hands for, and ended up with hands that were rather black.
Now for the pumpkin. "May as well leave that on the porch, better not light it though," he thought as he moved towards the front porch. He put the pumpkin down, noticing the black smudges all over it. Pulling a cloth out of his pocket he quickly polished the pumpkin, removing all traces of ash. "There, now time to get out of here."
Jack sprinted back to his truck and jumped in. With one last look, and a shake of his head, he drove off, maybe a little too quickly.
"Oh well, there's always next year."