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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack and Sam friendship
Characters: Samantha Carter, Jack O'Neill
Categories: gen, humor
Warnings: none
Author's Journal:holdouttrout
Author's Website: Holdouttrout at AO3
Link: Cure for the Common Birthday
Why This Must Be Read: Sam to the rescue, in her unique Sammish fashion!
This Sam and Jack friendship fic is utterly charming and smile-inducing.
"You promised you wouldn't get me anything!"
"I did, sir," Carter admitted. "But--"
"All I need is cake! Cake! Not presents, balloons, or a," Jack shuddered, "a party!"
Carter looked even guiltier.
"Oh, hell, no! Carter! You were supposed to stop this," Jack said. "I gave you orders." Jack remembered last year's party, full of tedious people thinking they were being amusing, either trying to coerce him into doing things their way, or trying to suck up to the man they thought would be in charge of them someday. Jack shuddered again at the thought. There was no way he was letting them promote him again. General Hammond could keep his chair.
"I tried to tell them, sir, but it's, well, it's your--" she paused, and Jack glared even more effectively as he anticipated where this justification was going. Sam changed tacks. "It's an important year, sir."
Damn.
"Just...tell me you're not helping to plan it," Jack said, scrubbing a hand over his face.
"No, sir, I'm not." Carter said. "I'm afraid I wasn't very cooperative."
Rec Category: Jack and Sam friendship
Characters: Samantha Carter, Jack O'Neill
Categories: gen, humor
Warnings: none
Author's Journal:
holdouttroutAuthor's Website: Holdouttrout at AO3
Link: Cure for the Common Birthday
Why This Must Be Read: Sam to the rescue, in her unique Sammish fashion!
This Sam and Jack friendship fic is utterly charming and smile-inducing.
"You promised you wouldn't get me anything!"
"I did, sir," Carter admitted. "But--"
"All I need is cake! Cake! Not presents, balloons, or a," Jack shuddered, "a party!"
Carter looked even guiltier.
"Oh, hell, no! Carter! You were supposed to stop this," Jack said. "I gave you orders." Jack remembered last year's party, full of tedious people thinking they were being amusing, either trying to coerce him into doing things their way, or trying to suck up to the man they thought would be in charge of them someday. Jack shuddered again at the thought. There was no way he was letting them promote him again. General Hammond could keep his chair.
"I tried to tell them, sir, but it's, well, it's your--" she paused, and Jack glared even more effectively as he anticipated where this justification was going. Sam changed tacks. "It's an important year, sir."
Damn.
"Just...tell me you're not helping to plan it," Jack said, scrubbing a hand over his face.
"No, sir, I'm not." Carter said. "I'm afraid I wasn't very cooperative."
