Tabadl - Exchange, by Mini_Goat (PG)
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stargateficrecShow: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters:Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter
Categories: het, time travel, fluff and humor
Warnings: none
Word Count: 12,000
Author on DW:mini_goat (only on LJ)
Author's Website: AO3 Profile
Link: Tabadl - Exchange
Author's Summary:
What part of don’t touch that does Jack O’Neill not understand? Apparently all of it.
Bored and Jack are a bad combination but what will Sam do with a man from twenty years in her past to keep him out of trouble and how will Jack from the future keep himself from telling the woman he loves to never give up on him.
Why This Must Be Read:
A delightful fic when older, retired, married-to-Sam Jack O'Neill touches something he shouldn't. It swaps him with himself of 20 years ago. This Jack knows they defeat the enemy and knows enough not to fiddle with the time-line because he wants his life back.
Jack stuffed his hands in his pockets. Sam went back to her conversation. To his credit he made it two whole minutes until he couldn’t stop himself. “I wonder what this one does” he murmured as he picked up a small cylinder that glowed cyan once he touched it. “Hmmm” he said thoughtfully as he flipped it over to read the back. In turning it he felt a small click. Oops. There was a flash of light.
“Oh no.” was the last thing he heard.
“Frank! I’m sorry to interrupt but there’s been an accident. I need to go.” She hung up on the head of the DoD without waiting for his reply.
Standing holding the cylinder was Jack O’Neill. Colonel Jack O’Neill. With light brown hair and no scar on his left eyebrow.
“Fer cryin out loud what just happened?” he looked at her for a moment. “Carter?” managing to sound both confused and astonished simultaneously.
Sam stared at her husband in shock. “Could you put that down please.” She said pointing at the cylinder in his hands.
“Huh?” he looked down at his hands. “Ok. Sure.” He shifted his weight back and forth.
“So, um, general huh?” he asked as he set the cylinder down and waved a hand at the star on her shoulder.
“Oh, yah.” She tilted her head “what is the date today?” she asked him.
“March 23, 1998. Why?”
“I need it to calculate how to switch you back once I figure out what you did.”
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters:Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter
Categories: het, time travel, fluff and humor
Warnings: none
Word Count: 12,000
Author on DW:
mini_goat (only on LJ)Author's Website: AO3 Profile
Link: Tabadl - Exchange
Author's Summary:
What part of don’t touch that does Jack O’Neill not understand? Apparently all of it.
Bored and Jack are a bad combination but what will Sam do with a man from twenty years in her past to keep him out of trouble and how will Jack from the future keep himself from telling the woman he loves to never give up on him.
Why This Must Be Read:
A delightful fic when older, retired, married-to-Sam Jack O'Neill touches something he shouldn't. It swaps him with himself of 20 years ago. This Jack knows they defeat the enemy and knows enough not to fiddle with the time-line because he wants his life back.
Jack stuffed his hands in his pockets. Sam went back to her conversation. To his credit he made it two whole minutes until he couldn’t stop himself. “I wonder what this one does” he murmured as he picked up a small cylinder that glowed cyan once he touched it. “Hmmm” he said thoughtfully as he flipped it over to read the back. In turning it he felt a small click. Oops. There was a flash of light.
“Oh no.” was the last thing he heard.
“Frank! I’m sorry to interrupt but there’s been an accident. I need to go.” She hung up on the head of the DoD without waiting for his reply.
Standing holding the cylinder was Jack O’Neill. Colonel Jack O’Neill. With light brown hair and no scar on his left eyebrow.
“Fer cryin out loud what just happened?” he looked at her for a moment. “Carter?” managing to sound both confused and astonished simultaneously.
Sam stared at her husband in shock. “Could you put that down please.” She said pointing at the cylinder in his hands.
“Huh?” he looked down at his hands. “Ok. Sure.” He shifted his weight back and forth.
“So, um, general huh?” he asked as he set the cylinder down and waved a hand at the star on her shoulder.
“Oh, yah.” She tilted her head “what is the date today?” she asked him.
“March 23, 1998. Why?”
“I need it to calculate how to switch you back once I figure out what you did.”
