By Carter
Not the best fic but i'll post it anyway.
Summary: Sam and Jack are stationed in Ireland run into some trouble at a pub.
Category: General, Action/Adventure, Romance
Pairings: Sam/Jack
Spoilers: None this is all my own AU
Disclaimer: I don't own them and you know the rest.
�Thanks Jack�
�Well I was hoping for a bit more than a thanks Jack�
�Oh so you want something more� she whispered into his ear.
Just as quietly he answered, �Well yeah.�
She gave him a quick peck on the check and answered �Well your just gonna have to wait the games going be on soon.� With that she entered the pub to watch the football match with the other patrons. It was Jack�s opinion that she only came on game night was to see that goalie she was so found of.
�Jack me boy get your lazy ass in here your lady�s bout to take all our money,� shouted Shamus, one of the townsmen.
Laughing as he entered Jack saw Samantha passing the time before the game by playing a round of pool. He took his seat at the bar nearest the pool table and set back to watch. Just then a young man entered the pub. He surveyed the area and went over to the table.
�Well lassie I think its time you took your place and brought me a pint,� he said smugly.
�I don�t work here.�
�Does that matter?�
�Yes, it means you can get your own pint.�
All of a sudden the grabbed her arm, �I wasn�t askin� I was tellin� ya ta get me a pint.�
�Young man if I were you I�d let the lady go,� Jack warned knowing full well Samantha had more hand to hand combat training then most of the men he�d served with.
�What�s that old man? Ya think ya own her?�
�Oh for cryin� out loud, I simply know she can kick your ass without breaking a sweat.�
The idiot released Samantha�s arm and turned to Jack, bringing back his fist to throw a punch his arm was stopped mid throw and he was slammed to the floor.
�See I told you.�
�Why you ugly, rotten, good fur nothin� pieces of�
�Let�s not say something you�d regret,� Samantha intervened before the man could say anything to bad.
�Now son I�d suggest that you get up, walk out the door, and never come back,� Jack told him.
As if considering his options the guy waited then finally got up and walked out of the pub.
�That was a bit to easy,� commented Jack.
�Maybe he just�yeah that was a bit to easy,� Samantha agreed. �I don�t think I really feel like staying for the match. Do you mind if we go to your place�
�Sure we can watch the match there if you feel up to it.�
�Thanks.�
�Any thing for me lass,� Jack spoke in a poor Irish accent.
Jack followed her to his place just to make sure nothing happened to her. It wasn�t often that someone harassed her. She was a well respected major in the USAF, you didn�t mess with her
What Sam and Jack didn�t know was that the man had attacked Sam was waiting in his darkened truck and had followed them.