Fic: Still Intact (Sam/Jack)
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xfirefly9xTitle: Still Intact
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Sam/Jack
Prompt: #006 Replicators & Sam: “Theoretically, it should have gone perfectly.” Jack: “How often does that happen?”
Word Count: 175
Rating: T+
Summary: “Theoretically,” Sam said, “it should have gone perfectly.”
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sg_15_fics and sjfanfic10. 5/10/09.
Beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
obsessed_psyco.
“Theoretically,” Sam said, “it should have gone perfectly.” She frowned slightly and began fiddling with the dials on her latest doohickey.
Jack watched her, an eyebrow raised. “How often does that happen?” he muttered.
She ignored him and continued with her explanation. “The Replicators should have disintegrated when I turned it on and yet,” she pointed at the few connected pieces of Replicator in the glass case beside her.
“They didn’t disintegrate,” he filled in.
“No,” she agreed. “They’re still intact.”
She stopped changing the machine’s settings and straightened up. “It could take awhile,” she told him.
He nodded.
“You don’t have to stick around. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
Raking a hand through his hair, he shrugged. His dimples showed clearly on his face. “I want to,” he said. At her questioning look, he added, “I like to watch.”
She smirked at him and shook her head in mild disbelief. “Fair enough. Keep quiet.”
Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she got back to work.
“And don’t touch that!”
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Sam/Jack
Prompt: #006 Replicators & Sam: “Theoretically, it should have gone perfectly.” Jack: “How often does that happen?”
Word Count: 175
Rating: T+
Summary: “Theoretically,” Sam said, “it should have gone perfectly.”
Notes: Written for
sg_15_fics and sjfanfic10. 5/10/09. Beta:
obsessed_psyco.“Theoretically,” Sam said, “it should have gone perfectly.” She frowned slightly and began fiddling with the dials on her latest doohickey.
Jack watched her, an eyebrow raised. “How often does that happen?” he muttered.
She ignored him and continued with her explanation. “The Replicators should have disintegrated when I turned it on and yet,” she pointed at the few connected pieces of Replicator in the glass case beside her.
“They didn’t disintegrate,” he filled in.
“No,” she agreed. “They’re still intact.”
She stopped changing the machine’s settings and straightened up. “It could take awhile,” she told him.
He nodded.
“You don’t have to stick around. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
Raking a hand through his hair, he shrugged. His dimples showed clearly on his face. “I want to,” he said. At her questioning look, he added, “I like to watch.”
She smirked at him and shook her head in mild disbelief. “Fair enough. Keep quiet.”
Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she got back to work.
“And don’t touch that!”
