5 Feb 2020

jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
 What happened after Sam found about her transfer to Atlantis?

(This story was originally written in 2013 and has been updated for composition and clarity in 2020.)
626 words | [PG-13]

When Sam got home from work that night, she wasn’t surprised to find him sitting in her living room. He had a habit of popping up when something was going on. She barely spared him a glance while pulling off her shoes and tossing her jacket in the closet.

“How long have you known?” she asked.

Jack made a face then rubbed the back of his neck.

She could guess the answer. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Need to know,” was all he said.

Irritation welled up inside her. “You could have given me some kind of warning.”

Jack went to her, his hands warm along Sam’s arms, but her body refused to relax. He swallowed hard. “I wanted to. I almost did several times, but what difference would it have made? You would have been thinking about it this whole time instead of just... enjoying things.”

Sam knew he was right, but she still couldn’t shake the anger. “Were you in on it?”

His arms fell to his side, his face blanching. “Sam,” he pleaded, following her into the kitchen. “They came to me asking for recommendations to replace Weir. I had to be honest. No favors, remember?”

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jennickels: (rvb: i like me)

 Yet another mission shot to hell, but Carolina's having a hard time staying mad at York. What with his flowers and awkward flirting.

(This story was originally written in 2018 and has been updated for composition and clarity in 2020.)
1,002 words | [PG-13]
 

She was going to kill him. And she knew a lot of ways to do it. Long and painful ones. He’d totally deserve it, too.

Carolina paced the alley, grumbling to herself. They had a timetable to keep. She’d calculated it down to the minute. She didn’t have time for a delay. For York to be late. They were supposed to be professionals. She checked the time on her HUD. If he wasn’t here in the next sixty seconds, she was going on without him. It wouldn’t be as easy, but she could manage. And then they’d leave his ass here.

“Maybe it would teach him a lesson.”

“Teach who a lesson?”

She spun, ready to clobber him for making her wait, but then, she noticed the flowers in his hand. That was new. “Where have you been?”

“Got tied up. You know how it is.”

They spent enough time together that she could picture the exact stupid, cheesy grin York had on his face. She ground her teeth, forcing the image out of her head. “And are those supposed to make up for being late?”

He shrugged. “It is tradition.”

Carolina let out a frustrated growl and grabbed the flowers from him. “We don’t have time for stupid traditions. We’re working.” She stomped past him to the only door on the side of the warehouse she’d been staking out the last hour. “There are three inside, four on the roof, and two in a car down the street. And your tradition has cost us precious minutes.”

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