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fluff.
Ryuu's fault. Damn her.
sigh.
SG-1, future stuff. Very sappy. Sam/Jack. Probably more AU than most.
Little Fluffy Clouds
There was an insistent tugging on the arm Sam had flopped over to the edge of the bed. Jack was half-draped on her, his own arms around her waist.
"Mama." The voice was quiet, but urgent.
"Mmmmr?" Jack's voice rumbled in her ear.
She wrinkled a nose at his morning breath and cracked an eye open. "Jack, your child is awake."
"Noticed."
"Mama." The tug came again. "Need you."
It was probably underwear. Or time to get a new pair of socks. Sam knew her mental processes were currently crap, but having three kids to run around after really tired you out. And that was on top of working at a top secret government facility.
"How come she's only my child?"
"Because it's not 6 yet."
"Lazy."
Sam opened her eyes fully and glared at the man who purported to love and cherish her. "Listen, you, I pulled an all-nighter, came home and did three loads of laundry. This time, the emergency is *yours*."
"Fine, fine," grumpily, he disentangled himself from her enough to raise on one elbow and peer at their daughter. "What is it, kid?"
"Want mama." Damn. Sam knew, if she turned, that that cute little mouth would be shaped into the trademark O'Neill pout.
"You sure?"
"Yes." Another tug.
Sam gave into the inevitable and turned to eye her daughter. "What is it?"
The little girl eyed Jack, then looked at her mother, and whispered, "Mr. Persus had an accident."
Feeling even more dread at what constituted an accident for a fish, Sam asked the fatal question, "What kind of accident?"
Looking very sad, the little girl dropped her eyes, "Swimming in the toilet. And then 'Drew flushed it. And no more Mr. Persus."
Oh. Oh dear.
Jack was laughing, she could feel the shaking in the chest pressed up against her back.
"I'm sorry, honey."
Bright blue eyes peered hesitantly at her, "Can we get another Mr. Persus?"
"Sure. But no more swimming in the toilet."
"Yay." Suddenly excited, the little girl bounced, "Can we go get him now?"
"Uh, no."
"Why not?"
The arm around her waist tightened. "Because your mother is going back to sleep until she's actually had a decent rest."
"Oh." The pout was back.
"Why doesn't daddy take you fish-shopping?" Sam suggested sweetly.
"Carter..." The tone of voice told her she was going to pay. That was fine.
"Ellie, your father will take you. Later, when the pet store opens."
"Much later," Jack muttered softly.
She nudged him. "Hush, you."
Lips kissed her bare shoulder. "Now go back to bed, Ellie."
"Bed? But I've been awake for *hours*."
Damn. That was definitely genes from the Carter side of the family. Sam really wasn't looking forward to 15.
"Well, you can be awake again later." Jack replied firmly.
Ellie pouted more.
Definitely the O'Neill side.
Sam yawned, "Do you wanna sleep in here, honey?"
"Could I? Then the monsters won't get me." The little girl was already scrambling into the bed. Sam moved back against Jack to accomodate the suddenly sleepy bundle of energy that curled into her. "Night, mama."
Brushing a hand through the short blonde hair, Sam smiled, "Night, Ellie."
Lips brushed her shoulder, and the arm around her waist shifted slightly to poke the kid. "Night, you two miscreants."
"What's a --" A yawn interrupted the question. "-- miscreant?"
"Your father is one."
"Oh. Good."
Between one moment and the next, the little girl was asleep.
Sam shifted slightly, and sighed herself.
"Love you." The words were mumbled into her hair.
"You'd better."
"Hey." If he'd had the energy, Sam was certain he'd be glaring at her. "Until the pipsqueak appeared, I was considering ravishing you."
"Gosh." She yawned, "My loss, then."
"Yeah."
"Love you, too."
The arm tightened around her waist again.
"Go back to sleep, Jack. We'll still be here in the morning."
A grunt.
Then she followed her own advice and slid back into the land of dreams.
sigh.
SG-1, future stuff. Very sappy. Sam/Jack. Probably more AU than most.
Little Fluffy Clouds
There was an insistent tugging on the arm Sam had flopped over to the edge of the bed. Jack was half-draped on her, his own arms around her waist.
"Mama." The voice was quiet, but urgent.
"Mmmmr?" Jack's voice rumbled in her ear.
She wrinkled a nose at his morning breath and cracked an eye open. "Jack, your child is awake."
"Noticed."
"Mama." The tug came again. "Need you."
It was probably underwear. Or time to get a new pair of socks. Sam knew her mental processes were currently crap, but having three kids to run around after really tired you out. And that was on top of working at a top secret government facility.
"How come she's only my child?"
"Because it's not 6 yet."
"Lazy."
Sam opened her eyes fully and glared at the man who purported to love and cherish her. "Listen, you, I pulled an all-nighter, came home and did three loads of laundry. This time, the emergency is *yours*."
"Fine, fine," grumpily, he disentangled himself from her enough to raise on one elbow and peer at their daughter. "What is it, kid?"
"Want mama." Damn. Sam knew, if she turned, that that cute little mouth would be shaped into the trademark O'Neill pout.
"You sure?"
"Yes." Another tug.
Sam gave into the inevitable and turned to eye her daughter. "What is it?"
The little girl eyed Jack, then looked at her mother, and whispered, "Mr. Persus had an accident."
Feeling even more dread at what constituted an accident for a fish, Sam asked the fatal question, "What kind of accident?"
Looking very sad, the little girl dropped her eyes, "Swimming in the toilet. And then 'Drew flushed it. And no more Mr. Persus."
Oh. Oh dear.
Jack was laughing, she could feel the shaking in the chest pressed up against her back.
"I'm sorry, honey."
Bright blue eyes peered hesitantly at her, "Can we get another Mr. Persus?"
"Sure. But no more swimming in the toilet."
"Yay." Suddenly excited, the little girl bounced, "Can we go get him now?"
"Uh, no."
"Why not?"
The arm around her waist tightened. "Because your mother is going back to sleep until she's actually had a decent rest."
"Oh." The pout was back.
"Why doesn't daddy take you fish-shopping?" Sam suggested sweetly.
"Carter..." The tone of voice told her she was going to pay. That was fine.
"Ellie, your father will take you. Later, when the pet store opens."
"Much later," Jack muttered softly.
She nudged him. "Hush, you."
Lips kissed her bare shoulder. "Now go back to bed, Ellie."
"Bed? But I've been awake for *hours*."
Damn. That was definitely genes from the Carter side of the family. Sam really wasn't looking forward to 15.
"Well, you can be awake again later." Jack replied firmly.
Ellie pouted more.
Definitely the O'Neill side.
Sam yawned, "Do you wanna sleep in here, honey?"
"Could I? Then the monsters won't get me." The little girl was already scrambling into the bed. Sam moved back against Jack to accomodate the suddenly sleepy bundle of energy that curled into her. "Night, mama."
Brushing a hand through the short blonde hair, Sam smiled, "Night, Ellie."
Lips brushed her shoulder, and the arm around her waist shifted slightly to poke the kid. "Night, you two miscreants."
"What's a --" A yawn interrupted the question. "-- miscreant?"
"Your father is one."
"Oh. Good."
Between one moment and the next, the little girl was asleep.
Sam shifted slightly, and sighed herself.
"Love you." The words were mumbled into her hair.
"You'd better."
"Hey." If he'd had the energy, Sam was certain he'd be glaring at her. "Until the pipsqueak appeared, I was considering ravishing you."
"Gosh." She yawned, "My loss, then."
"Yeah."
"Love you, too."
The arm tightened around her waist again.
"Go back to sleep, Jack. We'll still be here in the morning."
A grunt.
Then she followed her own advice and slid back into the land of dreams.
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Also, this is fluffy: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2143784/1/
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The Truth is out there, man!
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Perfect timing, since next is dreamland for me. (happy sigh)
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*scritch*
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That? Right there? A good enough reason for Sam and Jack to have to go make babies right now. Right now.
Ahhh! The cuteness!
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And. Yeah...
"Thor says we need to breed."
"..."
"So we have cute children."
"...."
"C'mon, Carter, it could be fun?"
"..."
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"General - it is apparent to me that you and Lt. Colonel would make very strong and physically attractive young"
"...Thor, buddy...wha?"
"Your descendents would have the ancient gene and the intelligent genes from her family's side"
"Are you saying I'm not intelligent?"
"Sir, I think he's saying that we'd make cute babies."
"Carter! ...I'm disturbed that this amuses you."
"Well, you know..."
"Carter!"
"I'm just thinking, no harm in that."
"..."
"...?"
"Thor...we'll be right back."
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Plus, the day Drew took apart her laptop, he was Jack's child.
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I'll bet he was. *smirk*
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Three kids? They'll have to get working in that soon then.
Dude, too cute!
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;)
Although classic!otp are all with the sex.
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Thanks. :)
(although it might be mini!otp...)
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And, uh, I'm working on it. It wanted to be angsty. And it was fluff. damnit.
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Angsty? Well, fluff is all nice and sweet and bunnies and puppies, but angst has its good points, too. You know, the gnashing of teeth, the wailing and rending of garments (as in Sam and Jack rending each others garments ;) and the all around feeling of despair and possible redemption. Good luck with it.
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YAY! Cute. CUTE. CUUUUTE. .... um... cute. :makes silly noises of glee:
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*scritches and offers juice*
Need more cute, damn. ACk. work. *cries*
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Mmm. Cuteness. I'm scared of the concept of being totally inspired by this to write cute Carter-O'Neill babies which Jackie says MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER. LOL.
Work. *cries too*
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and, it probably does work better for them, but my brain is happily being wierd and insane. Or something like that.
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Loved it, naturally. :)
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