Food Aversions
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brainofckHeh. Header is longer than the thing! :)
Also, typed with one hand while I held nursing baby in the football hold with the other hand. Appropriate multi-tasking. Should have done the other side. I type faster with my left hand. Damned qwerty keyboard.
Title: Food Aversions
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muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: G
Summary: Daniel did the grocery shopping.
Content/warnings: M-preg.
Words: 362
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
Note: Written for that prompt thing. This is forgreen_grrl, who requested Smart-Assed Daniel and Jack.
The Matrix: Food. The Matrix is located here.
"You know, you shouldn't let my current medical status lull you into a false sense of security," said Jack, rounding the corner from the kitchen, belly first, of course. He appeared to be waving... a pint of ice cream? Daniel squinted over the top of his laptop screen.
"Just because I'm eight and one half months pregnant doesn't mean that I don't now how to kill you seventeen different ways with my bare hands."
"Yeah, but you have to catch me first and you aren't as stealthy as you once were," Daniel retorted with a grin. Though he also decided that caution was the better part of valor, moving back as Jack advanced on him.
If Jack started yelling, "You did this to me!!!" the situation could get ugly.
"Not as stealthy?!?!" Jack spluttered. "Oh, you will so pay for that one, Jackson. I'll show you stealthy, you little bastard."
He turned on his heel, and stalked (as best he could manage, though he still hadn't gotten the knack of being that front-heavy and his "stalk" contained a large component of "lumber") back to their bedroom, ice cream in hand.
Jack might be on leave, but Daniel had a mission in the morning and vital texts to translate before they could safely proceed. He sighed and went to the kitchen for more coffee.
Late, late, late.
He had finished the texts, given the necessary intel to the General, gotten the go ahead for the mission and now they were rushing madly to make the necessary departure window.
He reached in to his locker and yanked on his hat.
Which was filled with something cold and wet. And lumpy.
Swearing every curse word he could think of in every language he had ever learned, he yanked the boonie off again.
The substance was seeping through his hair and running down his forehead and into his eyes.
His hat was full of half melted ice cream and... were those pretzels?
His gaze fell to the bench by his locker door.
And there was the other half of a pint of Chubby Hubby.
Next to it was a note that said, simply, "Seventeen ways."
Image credits to the Department of the Air Force, MGM studios, RDA, andgreen_grrl
Also, typed with one hand while I held nursing baby in the football hold with the other hand. Appropriate multi-tasking. Should have done the other side. I type faster with my left hand. Damned qwerty keyboard.
Title: Food Aversions
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: G
Summary: Daniel did the grocery shopping.
Content/warnings: M-preg.
Words: 362
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckNote: Written for that prompt thing. This is for
green_grrl, who requested Smart-Assed Daniel and Jack.The Matrix: Food. The Matrix is located here.
"You know, you shouldn't let my current medical status lull you into a false sense of security," said Jack, rounding the corner from the kitchen, belly first, of course. He appeared to be waving... a pint of ice cream? Daniel squinted over the top of his laptop screen.
"Just because I'm eight and one half months pregnant doesn't mean that I don't now how to kill you seventeen different ways with my bare hands."
"Yeah, but you have to catch me first and you aren't as stealthy as you once were," Daniel retorted with a grin. Though he also decided that caution was the better part of valor, moving back as Jack advanced on him.
If Jack started yelling, "You did this to me!!!" the situation could get ugly.
"Not as stealthy?!?!" Jack spluttered. "Oh, you will so pay for that one, Jackson. I'll show you stealthy, you little bastard."
He turned on his heel, and stalked (as best he could manage, though he still hadn't gotten the knack of being that front-heavy and his "stalk" contained a large component of "lumber") back to their bedroom, ice cream in hand.
Jack might be on leave, but Daniel had a mission in the morning and vital texts to translate before they could safely proceed. He sighed and went to the kitchen for more coffee.
Late, late, late.
He had finished the texts, given the necessary intel to the General, gotten the go ahead for the mission and now they were rushing madly to make the necessary departure window.
He reached in to his locker and yanked on his hat.
Which was filled with something cold and wet. And lumpy.
Swearing every curse word he could think of in every language he had ever learned, he yanked the boonie off again.
The substance was seeping through his hair and running down his forehead and into his eyes.
His hat was full of half melted ice cream and... were those pretzels?
His gaze fell to the bench by his locker door.
And there was the other half of a pint of Chubby Hubby.
Next to it was a note that said, simply, "Seventeen ways."
Image credits to the Department of the Air Force, MGM studios, RDA, and
green_grrl
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Date: 2006-07-11 03:17 am (UTC)Lumbering stalk!!!! Hee!!!! Chubby Hubby, indeed. :-D
If Jack started yelling, "You did this to me!!!" the situation could get ugly.
Oh, it's a good thing Jack won't be doing traditional labor. ;-)
I am GLEEFUL, GLEEFUL I tell you, at the fruits of my corruption!
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Date: 2006-07-12 12:14 am (UTC)And if I can get a really unattractive snort, then my work here is done. *bows*
You are so easy! Just write you some pregnant mens and I have you eating out of my hand.
Or am I the easy one? *looks around shiftily* *covers m-preg with crib blanket*
I believe that is becoming my favoriteof your icons, btw.
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Date: 2006-07-12 12:31 am (UTC)Super-medtech-advanced aliens do not go through 12-36 hours of screamingly painful labor. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
And I'm afraid we're both easy, m'dear. Just hope nobody else finds out. *engages cloaking device over comments*
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Date: 2006-07-13 12:45 am (UTC)I want some of that! Sounds better than a Take 5 bar.
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Date: 2006-08-07 06:48 am (UTC)his feet are also quite nice - i love that scene in paradise lost when he's crouched there barefoot in that huck finn pose holding a fishing rod. i almost melted from all the hand and foot porn.
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Date: 2006-08-07 03:24 pm (UTC)btw - thanks for the jack h/c recs on jackslashdaniel. There were a couple I hadn't read. I added a few more to the list - I *love* good Jack h/c -he's just so damn beautiful when he's in pain.
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Date: 2006-11-03 02:13 pm (UTC)You're terrible. Hee.
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Date: 2006-11-03 06:05 pm (UTC)It's TOTALLY her fault!!!
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Date: 2007-05-14 08:16 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!!
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Date: 2007-11-27 03:11 am (UTC)you are truly wicked!
aren't as stealthy...oh, I love that! reminds me of things my husband dared to say to me while i was in labor and delivery, giving birth to his sons, dammit
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Date: 2008-08-13 01:40 pm (UTC)Oh, your husband is a brave, stupid man!
Who said it was going to be an assbaby? This is Stargate we're talking about here. Not to mention that there are whole legions of fans against everything. If we paid attention to them, we'd never have any fun! :D
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