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Six Sentences on Sunday
4 Dec 2011 09:12 amDon't have the meme line...something about posting 6 sentences from one of your finished stories or WIPs. I tend to post 6 lines from anything I'm working on.
(from untitled Sam/Jack story)
The beer had been warm, the peanuts stale and somehow Jack found himself standing in front of Sam Carter's house. He frowned up at the small, unassuming building tucked behind a row of hedges. How had he gotten here?
He went over the nights events in his head as a light rain began to spatter his face but it all seemed a bit of a blur. Or maybe that was the alcohol fuzzing his brain. Yeah, the alcohol.
(from untitled Cassie story)
"Jack says you're the smartest person alive."
She could feel Sam suppressing a laugh. "He did not."
Cassie nodded into the older woman's shoulder. "He said you're a genius that makes all the other egg-heads at the SGC look like nimrods."
"You shouldn't listen to things the colonel says."
(from untitled Sam/Jack story)
"Oh, my god, Sam," he whispered as he threw his arms around her. "We thought..." He didn't need to finish the sentence. As soon as she realized what Landry had been saying about their MIA status she knew what everyone had been thinking. They had been dead. At least in the minds of a lot of people.
(from untitled Jack/Daniel story)
He tossed the pencil on top of the mess with a sigh and leaned back in his chair. His hands came up to rub at his eyes, glasses pushed up his face. It must be late, he thought.
"What are you still doing here?"
Daniel spun to find Jack leaning against the door frame, his hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans. He wondered how long Jack had been standing there.
(from untitled Sam/Jack story)
The beer had been warm, the peanuts stale and somehow Jack found himself standing in front of Sam Carter's house. He frowned up at the small, unassuming building tucked behind a row of hedges. How had he gotten here?
He went over the nights events in his head as a light rain began to spatter his face but it all seemed a bit of a blur. Or maybe that was the alcohol fuzzing his brain. Yeah, the alcohol.
(from untitled Cassie story)
"Jack says you're the smartest person alive."
She could feel Sam suppressing a laugh. "He did not."
Cassie nodded into the older woman's shoulder. "He said you're a genius that makes all the other egg-heads at the SGC look like nimrods."
"You shouldn't listen to things the colonel says."
(from untitled Sam/Jack story)
"Oh, my god, Sam," he whispered as he threw his arms around her. "We thought..." He didn't need to finish the sentence. As soon as she realized what Landry had been saying about their MIA status she knew what everyone had been thinking. They had been dead. At least in the minds of a lot of people.
(from untitled Jack/Daniel story)
He tossed the pencil on top of the mess with a sigh and leaned back in his chair. His hands came up to rub at his eyes, glasses pushed up his face. It must be late, he thought.
"What are you still doing here?"
Daniel spun to find Jack leaning against the door frame, his hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans. He wondered how long Jack had been standing there.
