Valenship: A Sam/Jack Celebration!

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Happy Valenship!!!

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[Traveler Enroute1]

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Okay, sir, she's gone. You can open your eyes now.

And great shot.

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[Traveler Enroute1]

Thank you hlndncr! Looking forward to those future Little Shipper titles!

EDIT: and we hit 1,200 posts sg-1fanintn!

Ditto!

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By Terrah...

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[UhSir]

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Bwahahah! I love this!

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[A. Karswyll]

Traveler Enroute1, you ever notice that the link to your fanfiction on ff.net account in your sig is split in two?

Plus, I just really noticed the pen name! I love your Whimsy and Decommissioned Sam rocks!

[SaraBahama]

Last-minute drabble (inspired watching this ep today):

Spoiler:

Counterpoise


-A drabble tag to ‘Fragile Balance’. Counterpoise (verb): to bring into equilibrium.

“…and being trapped inside a scrawny little body isn't my idea of cute, Carter.”

The smile fell away and she looked reasonably sobered. This might seem funny in the short game, but starting life over in his teenage years did not appeal to Jack O’Neill. He poured milk on his Fruit Loops and ate in silence, watching his second nibbled thoughtfully on her oatmeal. Her eyes were downcast, studying the table, her mind completely engrossed in the mystery of how he could have regressed over 40 years in a single night.

He watched as her lashes fluttered with each blink, the way she delicately licked her spoon, and at one point the scent of her shampoo wafted across the table to him. He felt a familiar twist in his gut. This was wrong on so many levels. This was unacceptable…he couldn’t stay this way indefinitely. The military wouldn’t have him, not like this, and while leaving the service would be a blessing on one hand, it solved nothing –he had just gone from being the off-limits CO to being the off-limits, definitely-not-legal, minor.

He made a disgusted sound in his throat. Her eyes immediately rose to meet his, sympathy clearly written on her face. He drank it in and dropped his guard, letting her see a glimpse of how unsettled he was, how alone: he didn’t look like himself, didn’t sound like himself, so they treated him subtly different. She smiled a warm, brilliant smile, devoid of the previous teasing, and slowly, cautiously, he returned it. If anyone could figure this out, it would be Carter.