The Days of Our Lives, by Pepper (G)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Team
Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, Sam, Teal'c, Daniel, Jack, humor
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pepper_field
Author's Website: My stories
Link: The Days of Our Lives
Why This Must Be Read: Because this is classic team at the end of S8, not quite saying good-bye to one another, filled with love and humor and glee and complete with puppy pile!
Because this is down in my recs list as "Team SQUISH." :)
Go. Read. And love them a little more.
Full disclaimer: Pepper wrote this for ME! ::is smug::
Jack, of course, has the remote - something he's always considered his divine right (and after all these years she's still not decided whether the 'typical male' behavior is a smokescreen or not). He's located a hockey game – quite a feat given that she parental-locked those channels. Teal'c is exercising his subtle but gravitationally strong will, and sooner or later they'll find themselves watching one of the DVDs he brought. Daniel is riffling through her magazine rack, either in search of something to read or something to hit Jack with, she's not certain.
Daniel finds last Sunday's paper, and whaps Jack over the back of the skull, answering that question. "Hey!" When Jack turns to deal with Daniel, Teal'c steals the remote. "HEY!"
"Give it up, sir, you're outnumbered," she advises, kicking feet out of the way so she can put the chips down. Daniel leaps up and runs for the safety of the kitchen.
"Drinks?" he calls.
"A cranberry juice."
"Coke, please."
"Beer!" Sam looks at the soon-to-be-Major General, and then at his slightly-spreading waistline. He gives her a blank look in return. "On second thoughts, make that another juice," he yells, nevertheless. Sam settles into her armchair with a smug smile.
Pairing: none
Categories: team, gen, Sam, Teal'c, Daniel, Jack, humor
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
pepper_fieldAuthor's Website: My stories
Link: The Days of Our Lives
Why This Must Be Read: Because this is classic team at the end of S8, not quite saying good-bye to one another, filled with love and humor and glee and complete with puppy pile!
Because this is down in my recs list as "Team SQUISH." :)
Go. Read. And love them a little more.
Full disclaimer: Pepper wrote this for ME! ::is smug::
Jack, of course, has the remote - something he's always considered his divine right (and after all these years she's still not decided whether the 'typical male' behavior is a smokescreen or not). He's located a hockey game – quite a feat given that she parental-locked those channels. Teal'c is exercising his subtle but gravitationally strong will, and sooner or later they'll find themselves watching one of the DVDs he brought. Daniel is riffling through her magazine rack, either in search of something to read or something to hit Jack with, she's not certain.
Daniel finds last Sunday's paper, and whaps Jack over the back of the skull, answering that question. "Hey!" When Jack turns to deal with Daniel, Teal'c steals the remote. "HEY!"
"Give it up, sir, you're outnumbered," she advises, kicking feet out of the way so she can put the chips down. Daniel leaps up and runs for the safety of the kitchen.
"Drinks?" he calls.
"A cranberry juice."
"Coke, please."
"Beer!" Sam looks at the soon-to-be-Major General, and then at his slightly-spreading waistline. He gives her a blank look in return. "On second thoughts, make that another juice," he yells, nevertheless. Sam settles into her armchair with a smug smile.
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