A/N: I'm running out of ideas...I'm not sure where I want this story to go. Any ideas?
Jack looked at his 2ic. It was almost noon, and she was still sleeping. How she could still be in la-la land amazed him. She could be on a mission, and wake up at the slightest sound, but here with her family, a bomb could have dropped, and she'd have slept on through. Jack grinned and decided to press his luck. He shook her shoulder lightly, whispering:" Wake up Sammy, you're going to be late for school!"
Sam rolled over and grumbled from underneath her pillow. "Mmmm 5 more minutes! I really don't care."
Jack's grin deepened, and he thought of the people Sam hated the most. Only two names came to mind. Jack shook her harder, and said right out "Carter wake up. McKay was caught breaking into your lab last night! He left a diamond ring, if my sources are correct."
With that, Sam sat up straight with a look that could only be called horror. When she saw where she was, and who was talking to her, she gave him the most evil look possible. She propped herself up on her bed with one elbow, and on the pretense of scratching her head, she grabbed her pillow. With one swift movement, her pillow went flying into Jacks face. He laughed, and with a look of feigned anger, he picked her up. He carried her into the common room, where Sam's shrieking caught everyone's attention. Joyce, seeing the direction Jack was headed in, ran and opened the door leading to the outside world. As Sam's shrieks became increasingly louder, Jacks grin grew eviler. After a 30 second walk through the fresh powdered snow, Jack deposited Sam directly in a snow bank, and ran back for the closing door. Joyce had taken pity on Sam, and locked the door. Jack stood there, as his rattles on the door became increasingly more violent. Sam approached, wearing a ticked off look and a snowball in her left hand. Her pj bottoms were white with snow, her air force academy sweater also. He took one look at the door, one at the snowball in her hand, then turned tail and ran. Sam ran after him. Sam slipped on a snow covered sheet of ice, and slipped, bringing him down with her. They landed in the same snow bank that Sam had landed in. Sam stuck with her original plan; a face wash.
Joyce watched them through the window, and decided that they could come in. As she opened the door, she noticed that Jack had on the same kind of necklace on that held Sam's dog tags. She also heard Jack call Sam 'Carter'. He must have been in perfect shape to be able to pick her sister up. Not that Sam was fat, anything but. But typically, men had a harder time picking up full grown women. Interesting, she though, very interesting.
