six sentences on sunday

[jennickels]

Wow, just realized I haven't done a six sentences on Sunday since early July.  I haven't done much writing so I just didn't feel like posting it with just one story.  So this one will have everything I've published/worked on since in the last month.

~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.~*~

Finished:
(from Deepest Desires)

Jack swallows hard. His shallow breathing is loud in his ears. In the mirror the reflected Carter slides off his jacket and begins to work at his shirt. The bizarreness of the situation makes his head spin but he can't seem to tear his eyes from them.

Jack very clearly sees Carter mouth, "I love you," and his heart stops. He can't move—can't breathe—as he watches his reflection sweep the woman into his arms and nuzzle her neck.

(from To Carry On)

"What purpose will it serve if you also do not survive this attack?"

"Jack, SG-3 is pinned down on the other ridge. We have to go help them."

"We must continue to fight." Teal'c rises. Daniel follows.

(from Seeing Past the Red)

Carter takes a deep breath. "Sir, what you did in the past... is in the past. That's not who you are; it's what you did."

"Is there really a difference?"

"I think so. In the time I've known you you've never done anything to hurt anyone if you could help it."

(from Don't Drink the Wine)

"That's what she said."

Sam busted out laughing again, Vala and Mitchell joining her after a few seconds. Even Teal'c chuckled. Daniel was sure of it. "How long have you been waiting to use that line?" Sam asked Mitchell.

(from There's a Reason)

"Oh boy, time to go."

"Remember this is why you continued General Hammond's ban on prank wars—there's always payback."

"Indeed."

"Yeah, but I'll be in Washington in the next few hours."

"I don't doubt Sam could pull something off before you leave. This is Sam Carter we're talking about."

"Awhile."

(from In the Dark)

"Carter? That was a joke. It was a line from some dumb TV show I watched last night."

"…"

"Carter? Come on, I'm sorry.

(from Because)

"I'm just saying, think of how you would feel if something happened and you never told him."

"Daniel-"

"Think about it."

"I already have... too many times."

"Then tell him. He needs to know and you need to say it."

(from Ashes of Tulsa--not published yet)

The wind suddenly shifts, a cool breeze blowing in from the north. Daniel shivers but then he feels the warming rays of the sun on his back. He cups a hand over his eyes and peers up at his first glimpse of blue sky in weeks. The air around them clears as the wind pushes the ash in the other direction. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his face turned up to the sun.

Jack looks around with a huge grin plastered on his dirt streaked face.

(from Making the Best of It--not published yet)

She pulled a face then rolled her eyes.  "There's only one bed."

Jack felt his own face flush.  "You noticed that, too."  He turned to stare at the crumbling chimney on the rear of the house.  "Well, since I am a colonel..."

In Progress:
(from untitled Jack/Sam, Daniel/Vala fic)

Jack turned his glare at Teal'c saving Daniel from having to wipe the growing smirk from his face. Teal'c was quite observant.

"What he said."

After a moment Jack seemed to deflate. He sighed, turning his bottle around and around in his hands. "I really didn't think it would be this hard."

(from untitled Jack/Sam story)

Daniel sighs. "About Sam. And Pete. The wedding."

"What about it." Another gulp and the bottle is tossed into the pile next to his him, other empties rolling with a clinking sound under the chair and across the deck.

(from untitled apoca!fic)

"She is well, O'Neill."

"Well, she was last we saw her." Teal'c frowns at Daniel who quickly adds, "I mean we dropped her off just after we rescued her. They had some technical thing for her to look at."

"Who?"

"The Tok'ra," says a familiar voice from the doorway.

(from untitled teamy fic)

Jack clapped his hands and pointed at Sam.  "I like her, she has good ideas."  He pushed past Daniel into the hall and headed for his bedroom.  "And she doesn't nag," he called from behind the door.

Daniel rubbed at his eyes.  "You're not helping."