Had to delete the story 'Beginnings', as it is also the first story in this Challenge series, and this site doesn't allow the same story in twice under a different name. A shame, because I had some nice reviews, but what can a girl do?
Categories: Humor, Romance
"Mondays suck," Sam Carter muttered disconsolately, staring down at the smashed coffee cup, with the delicious stuff of life now meandering pathetically across her counter top.
She'd slept through her alarm. Then there'd been no hot water for her shower. And she'd put a run through her last pair of stockings, meaning she had to dig out the dreaded panty-hose.
She could almost hear her former CO snickeringly chide, "More haste, less speed, Carter!"
For a man who professed such disdain for clichés, he was certainly handy with them.
She growled and grabbed her jacket, heading out of her home and for her car, only to step in a puddle on the road.
And she promptly let out a very un-Colonel whimper.
No-one had better get in her way today!
Everyone was getting in her way today.
"Colonel; please sign this."
"Colonel; can you check my results?"
"Colonel; I need to leave early tonight."
"Oh, for cryin' out loud!" she finally yelled.
Loudly.
And the crowd of babbling scientists took a group skitter backward. Huh; synchronized skittering.
"Just … give me five minutes, will you? Please?" she asked.
Her jabbering colleagues took in the look of impending doom on Samantha Carter's face and evidently decided to make a strategic withdrawal.
Leaving Sam to go back into her lab, shut the door and draw a deep breath of relief.
Then someone – with a death wish evidently – had the temerity to open her door.
"What now?" she growled without turning round.
A hand landed on her shoulder and spun her around. "Hey there," Jack O'Neill said. He dipped his untidy silver head and gave her a slow, warm kiss. "Missed ya."
Sam slid her arms around her husband's neck and returned the kiss with fierce abandon.
Maybe Mondays didn't suck, after all.