Title: Love Stinks
Author: Secret Art
E-mail: [email protected]
Date: 27th January 2005
Category: humour, romance
Pairings: Sam/Jack
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jack has a smelly problem
Feedback: can only make me better
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.
Author’s note: It's yet another inexcusable silly fic from me.
Sam put away the last of the dishes, checking to make sure the kitchen was clean before making her way into the other room.
She froze as she entered, coughing while desperately trying not to run back out.
"Sam, you alright?"
"Jack…what’s that smell?"
He blushed, "I think that was me. Whatever those natives gave us seems to have the same effect as baked beans."
"How come I’ve not been affected?"
"You obviously didn’t eat whatever it was that causes this…problem."
She nodded, leaning out of the room to take a deep breath before daring to enter.
She sat down next to him, moving to curl up against him before changing her mind, sitting close enough to him so that it was comfy, but far enough away so that she hoped she wouldn’t be suffocated if he did it again.
She slowly relaxed into watching the TV, her concerned glances reducing steadily until she was pretty certain he wouldn’t do it again.
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She woke up suddenly, glaring at the man beside her as she pulled the covers over her nose.
"Jack!"
He rolled over, sleepily opening one eye. "What?"
"You did it again!"
"Huh?" He looked at her blankly for a few seconds until his brain finally clued him in as to what was going on. "Oh, sorry."
"That’s the third time tonight."
He pulled her against him, "I’m sorry, won’t happen again."
She sighed, relaxing into him. "If it does I’m kicking you out of the bed."
"Sure" he mumbled, falling back to sleep.
Looking at the clock she groaned, less than five minutes.
Pulling the covers off him, she quickly rolled him off the bed. He landed with a thud, yet as she looked to the floor he was still asleep.
"That’ll teach you Jack O’Neill," she whispered, curling back into the nice warm bed, knowing that he wasn’t going to be happy when he woke up cold and sore on the hard floor.
Fin