What's in
a name?
Author: wanderingsmith
dec 2008
Summary: my little add-in to Threads (eg)
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me
for this. As it is thought, so let it be said; you make the toys, I
play with 'em.
AN: yeah, I'm on a 'dad' kick. I'm about over it, whether I want
to be or not. can't afford more procrastination...
thanks to kirsty841 for the help :)
"Damn...... pencil pushing.....idiot-" Jack stopped mumbling and his
head jerked up from the papers he was reading as he walked when he saw
Tok'ra footwear appear at the edge of his vision instead of the empty
corridor or the door to his office.
"Dad!" he grinned without thinking, unreasonably cheered at seeing one
of his favourite people after the dark place he'd just mentally been
stalking through, "Was I supposed to meet with you?" His eyes
automatically found Sa- *Carter* as he suddenly worried he'd missed an
actually *important* memo.
The way she was wincing, biting her lip and looking down made him stop
and frown before slowly looking at each person in front of him. Jacob:
ironically half-amused and half-wincing too; uh-ho. And then of course,
it just *had* to be 'Fiancé'. Glaring at him, which the man
usually avoided so Sam wouldn't get mad and.. turning accusing eyes on
Jacob? Double uh-ho.
"*HE* calls you dad but *I* can't??"
Oh shit. *Now* Jack wanted Thor, or any one of his buddies, to beam him
out. Anywhere. Into some left-over nest of replicators without even a
P90 handy would be fine; really. Or failing that, he wanted to back out
of range of the fireworks and lock himself in the nearest supply closet.
But he couldn't do that to Carter. So instead, he pulled out his most
careless tone, "Oh, you know; I call all older guys dad. My way of
denying the grey." He jerked a thumb at his head, eyes wide-innocent
and a silly grin plastered on his face. It'd been a while since he'd
gotten to ham it up; too bad this was anything but fun, he thought as
his not-rival turned his suspicious glare from Jacob to Jack.
It was a dumb thing to say; obvious nonsense. But even a cop knew that
calling a general a liar on his base was a bad idea. And calling a
friend of Carter's a liar in front of *her* was many times worse;
especially if you were her fiancé. So he held the dumb-jock look
until Carter snapped out of it and mumbled something about the
commissary as she grabbed Fiancé's elbow and dragged him away,
Jacob following after an unreadeable glance at Jack.
Why the hell did they have walk by *his* office on their way to their
little get-together?
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