TITLE: Tenderhooks
AUTHOR: Jo van Berkel
RATING: G
SUMMARY: A drabble
SPOILERS: None really
SEASON: Could be anytime
ARCHIVE: Samandjack, whoever else, just ask
STATUS: Complete
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: First go at a drabble. Exactly 100 words if my maths is correct! No beta, all mistakes my own. Looks like my muse is thinking of coming back!
FEEDBACK: Yes please, I would like to know what you think
DATE: 9 July 2004
Tenderhooks. The word had always annoyed her, until now, that is. Now, she knew just what it meant. And hated the feeling.
Waiting, waiting for an answer, holding her breath, on tenderhooks.
Would he, or wouldn't he? Either way, her life was going to change.
With a sigh, he spoke.
"Your resignation is not accepted."
Her heart slumped, and she turned away.
"Cos mine has already been processed."
His words hit her. His resignation? Since when?
"Since I realised what was important, important to me, and that is you."
He could always read her mind.
She had just one reply.
"Sweet."
AUTHOR: Jo van Berkel
RATING: G
SUMMARY: A drabble
SPOILERS: None really
SEASON: Could be anytime
ARCHIVE: Samandjack, whoever else, just ask
STATUS: Complete
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: First go at a drabble. Exactly 100 words if my maths is correct! No beta, all mistakes my own. Looks like my muse is thinking of coming back!
FEEDBACK: Yes please, I would like to know what you think
DATE: 9 July 2004
Tenderhooks. The word had always annoyed her, until now, that is. Now, she knew just what it meant. And hated the feeling.
Waiting, waiting for an answer, holding her breath, on tenderhooks.
Would he, or wouldn't he? Either way, her life was going to change.
With a sigh, he spoke.
"Your resignation is not accepted."
Her heart slumped, and she turned away.
"Cos mine has already been processed."
His words hit her. His resignation? Since when?
"Since I realised what was important, important to me, and that is you."
He could always read her mind.
She had just one reply.
"Sweet."