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Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Since I thought Jack so got the thwarted!geek look from Sam tonight, and was thus, sleeping on the couch... This is Lisa-safe fic.
Rating: G
Episode insert: Zero Hour.
Spoilers: Vague ones.
Bells and Whistles "I thought I was sleeping on the couch tonight." "Your on-base quarters don't have a couch. Move over." "Picky woman." "Don't make me hurt you." "But then who would cuddle you?" "Walter." "Carter, he is NOT cuddly." "And how would you know that?" "Daniel told me." "...right." "Aren't you supposed to be resting before the big mission?" "I am trying to do so. YOU keep talking." "Hey, what else am I supposed to do?" "...do I really need to answer that?" "... Oh. Right. Ya know, if I'd known your mind was so one-track, I never--" "Shut up, Jack, I'm trying to go to sleep." "I could push you out of bed." "And I'd steal all the blankets." "You do that anyway. You drool on me, too." "Well, you snore." "You kick when you're dreaming." "You grunt and sometimes--" "Carter, your feet are like blocks of ice!" "Then warm them up." "Sleeping, remember?" "Oh, yes, SIR." "...that sounded like a giggle." "Go to sleep, Jack." "Yes, Colonel." -finis- © 2005 ALC Punk! |