Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Stargate.
It had been a good two weeks since she'd been able to take a long hot shower. But the urge to complain just wasn't there for Colonel Samantha Carter. The past two weeks spent on P3X-5274 had been a great find for the scientific community, and to tell you the truth, Sam would have much rather have been in her lab dissecting her new mechanical toys then at home taking a well needed shower.
But under the general's orders, Sam and the rest of SG-1 were to take the weekend off with the assurance that no one would touch her precious "thing-a-ma-bobs", as General Jack O'Neill put it, until she returned.
By the time she was out of the shower and changed into her pajama pants and tank top it was only 10:23, about an hour until her weekly 11:30 TV show. She glided barefoot into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of ice tea, glancing out through her kitchen window to the clear starry night outside.
She made her way through the darkness of the kitchen and into the dimly lit living room. Placing her ice tea on the end table and picking up her book she lowered her delicate frame to the pillowed couch. She pulled her feet up underneath her and opened her book to the slightly bent corner she used to mark her page. All else was forgotten as her imagination took her away to an illusory world that seemed much like her own.
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The desk was a mess. Papers and old take-out coffee cuts strewn about on top of half a dozen books. A computer monitor sat on top of a stack of pizza boxes with a blacken screen that shouted out to be turned on. A pair of feet housed by a pair of dirty and hole filled socks stuck out from underneath the desk.
With a flicker of the lights and a shower of sparks a stubble faced man emerged from under the desk. He wasn't too largely built or small for that matter. But you could tell that he had been working out for a while with the muscles that shown with his black sleeveless shirt. Although his muscular look made him seem intimidating the glasses set on his face added a hint of softness.
He reached out and turned on the neglected computer monitor. In a flash the screens familiar blackness was gone. The man grabbed a chair and placed it in front of the screen sliding into his new seat. He kicked his feet up onto the desk on top of the mess and leaned back to watch what replaced the blackness. She seemed so innocent sitting there in her pajamas reading a book, slowly drifting off to sleep.
A/N: I'm taking a little break from my other story; I'm having a bit of trouble writing and figured if I clear my mind I could write better. I hope you like this story. I hope I can keep this one updated better. Reviews are nice so if you want to I'll be waiting.