Hi everyone! Sorry this took so long…high school sucks! Thanks for sticking with this! I'm taking suggestions for what you think Sam should try and cook next, so let me know!

Chapter Four-

Jack was in his usual position at the end of a table, staring at a covered porcelain dish. This dish had no smoke pouring out from underneath the large dome; it was suspiciously still. Jack gave a heavy sigh. Carter had said she would forgive him for his comments if he could sit through one meal. One meal…he would rather take on Aphopis single-handed. Jack glanced up at Carter, who was viewing him with the distinct look of a smug feline.

"What is it this time?" Jack inquired.

Sam grinned, rolling up on the balls of her feet like a child eagerly awaiting a precious Christmas gift.

"I have had no luck with any kind of cooking so I figure my best luck would be with…"

She paused, allowing for the author's dramatic interpretation to leak in, and pulled the lid off of the dish with a flourish.

"Sushi!"

Jack's eyes widened. After what he had seen so far, he wasn't sure he trusted Sam with raw food.

Jack scooted in and peered at the dish. There were rolls filled with seaweed, a few leafy green enigmas and a crawfish. Jack's eyebrows unwittingly moved to arch in its favorite position. Crawfish….

The chopsticks were lifted, provided by a quick stop into a Chinese restaurant, and the first bite was taken.

Surprisingly, salads seemed to agree with Sam. Now, if only he could convince her that he loved her despite her toaster-killing affinity.

"Try the crawfish."

Jack closed his eyes briefly. The moment of truth. He poked the crawfish with one extended chopstick.

And it moved.

"Holy crap!"

Jack shot up out of his chair. Sam looked at him in alarm.

"What's wrong?"

Jack was pointing a shaky finger at the plate, moving behind his chair in an attempt to put as much distance between him and his would-be dinner as possible.

"I poked it…and it moved!"

Sam laughed. "You're only imagining things, Jack. Eat."

Jack stared at the crawfish. A feeler moved slightly, experimenting as it tested its new surroundings. A leg moved and then the crawfish began to crawl.

"Sammmmm!"

Sam looked down and saw the crawfish scuttling across the table. It was making a slight hissing noise as it reared up against a very frightened Jack.

Sam, ever the hero, gave into her natural instincts and reached out for something to crush the crawfish. With a sickening crunch, the hissing stopped, replaced by the sound of Jack's heavy breathing and Sam's nervous giggle.

"Did…you have to use that?"

Sam looked at her right hand and found Jack's tackle box dangling from her fingertips. She turned it over with a small groan of disgust.

"Eww…crawfish guts."

Sam composed herself and grinned. "Wait until the base hears that Jack is afraid of a little old crawfish!"

Cackling maniacally, Sam dropped the tackle box and ran to her car, speeding towards the base in order to spread this fresh piece of gossip.

"Payback rules, Jack!" she yelled as she started the car.

"Nooo!" Jack cried and ran to the doorway. He could practically feel his male pride being ripped away from him as she turned the corner so viciously, the tires squealed.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" Jack wondered aloud.

End Chapter Four-

Well…that was interesting…I have no idea what goes on in my head sometimes… anyway, reviews with feedback are always appreciated! See ya next chapter!