Star Wars Filk: "The Goa'uld Strike Back"
by Bryn
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STATUS: complete (1/1)
CATEGORY: filk, short thingy, S/J
RATING: G
ARCHIVE: S/J - yes, heliopolis - yes, my site, and anyone else just ask.
SEASON/SEQUEL INFO: none
SPOILERS: none
SUMMARY: oh just read it!!!
DISCALIMER: All publicly recognisable characters and
places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and
Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was
created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no
infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Ditto for the Star
Wars stuff too. (I love you George Lucas!)
Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this
story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real
persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended
by the author.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: For Kat and all you Star Wars lovers out
there ;)
Colonel Jack O’Neill sauntered down the hall to Major Carter’s lab. SG-1
was on stand down while they made repairs and caught up on extra work.
Jack, after getting annoyed with Daniel, decided to see what Sam was up to.
He leaned against the doorway and watched Sam close the door on her naquadah
reactor and start to struggle with the handle. With a slight smile, Jack
stepped forward and reached his arms around help her with the handle. Sam
just shoved him back and glared at him.
“Hey Sammy, I was only trying to help.”
“Please don’t call me that.”
“Sure, Carter.”
“You’re so complicated sometimes.” Sam complained, turning to look at him
and rubbing her thumb where she had hurt it.
“I am, I truly am. You could be a little simpler though. Come on, admit
it, you like me sometimes.”
“Occasionally, maybe, when you aren’t acting like a Colonel.”
“Colonel? I like that I’m a colonel.”
“Don’t do that.” Sam said as Jack reached over to rub her thumb.
“Don’t do what?”
“My hands aren’t clean.”
“My hands aren’t clean either, what are you scared of?” Jack asked as he
began leaning closer to Sam.
“I’m not scared.”
“You’re shaking.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You like me because I’m a colonel.”
“I happen to like regular guys,” Sam protested weakly, watching as Jack
moved even closer.
“I’m a regular guy.”
“No you’re not, you’re a –“
Jack quickly cut her off with a kiss, wrapping his arms around her as she
melted into him.
“Jack, Jack, I finished all of last months reports!” Daniel exclaimed,
bounding happily into the room.
Jack and Sam quickly broke apart and Jack turned to glare at the bubbling
archeologist. “Thank you. Thank you very much.” Jack told him, pushing
him out the room.
“Oh you’re quite welcome!” Daniel said, suddenly finding himself alone in
the hall. He shrugged and decided to find someone else to tell.
Jack turned back around to find that Sam had mysteriously vanished from the
room. He scowled and sighed. Now he would have to go back to work.
the end
Copyright Bryn Moser 2000
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