Categories: Humor, UST
Another response to the 'Monday' challenge posted this week.
Monday's child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace …
The old children's rhyme went through Jack O'Neill's mind as he watched the activities of his team in general and his 2IC in particular.
Sam Carter was a beautiful woman, strong and powerful, yet with a certain delicate grace to all her movements.
Even now when she was digging about the soil of P5 … yadda … for trinium and her hands were covered in mud, with some of it ending up in her hair.
"Sir?" The woman sat down next to him. "Is everything okay? You look … a bit out of it."
"Just thinkin' …," Jack said vaguely.
Sam snickered. "Don't hurt yourself, sir," she murmured, fiddling on with her laptop.
Smart ass. He would've busted her, except he was too damn proud.
"Hey, Carter!" he said suddenly.
"Yes, sir?"
"What day were you born?"
And now she did her Have patience with the oddball Colonel look. "Monday, sir. Why?"
"Oh, nothin'," Jack replied.
Monday's child is fair of face.
Hell, yeah!