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1. For annerbhp. Skip To The End - SG-1 Sam/Jack fic set after Inevitable when Jack finally leaves the SGC.



Jack rounded the corner of his apartment into his small kitchen with his gun held out and level. What he wasn’t expecting was to find Sam standing at the sink in nothing but an old grey shirt of his, one bare foot tucked behind the other. She turned slightly so he could just see her profile and that she was smiling.

“You going to shoot me after all this time?”

“You shouldn’t break into people’s apartments. Some say the guy that lives here is dangerous.”

“Maybe a little unbalanced, but I wouldn’t say dangerous.” Sam flicked water from her fingers when she turned back to the sink and then set aside a freshly peeled potato.

“What are you doing?” Jack asked, the gun hanging limp and forgotten in his hand.

“Making you dinner,” Sam answered, shrugging. “From the number of Chinese takeout cartons in your fridge, I’d say that it’s been a while since you’ve seen a vegetable.”

“There’s vegetables in fried rice,” Jack grumbled, setting his gun on the counter and slumping into one of his bar-style stools. “And you didn’t really answer my question.”

Sam set the knife aside she’d been using and put her hands down on the sink edge. “Can we just skip the whole conversation we would need to have to get to a comfortable place here? We’ve done… without for longer than is reasonable. I want to skip the whole murky middle ground and get to the place where I have a key and make dinner. I want you to call me no matter how late it is if you’re worried about something and I want to know what to say if someone asks me if I’m seeing anyone.”

“Someone asked you that?” Jack growled and Sam turned to face him, grinning.

“Not really the point but you’re very cute.”

“Okay,” Jack nodded and Sam blinked at him.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I’m sure there’ll be stuff we'll have to work out and at some point and we will probably have to talk, more than likely to Daniel rather than each other.” At that, Sam snorted a laugh. “But okay.”

Sam seemed to slump like some great weight had been lifted from her.

“Okay,” she breathed with a small smile.

2. For dhyi. Replacement Monkey SPN Gen, preseries and series. Sam finds the monkey Dean planted in the car for him. Coda to Velcro Monkey.



Dean watched Sammy yank the Velcro monkey free from between the seats, waiting for the huge Sammy grin, which didn’t come. Instead there was a frown as the monkey was turned over and over in tiny hands.

“You found it. Cool, right?” Dean prodded, glancing at the rearview mirror and noticing that their father was watching them carefully.

Sam dropped the monkey onto the floor and kicked it with a sneakered foot for good measure. “Not my monkey,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and scooching down lower in his seat.

“What do you mean? It sure looks like that raggy thing you’ve been dragging around for months,” Dean argued although his heart really wasn’t in it. Instead he was wondering how Sam knew.

“My monkey,” Sam said, turning to glare at Dean. “Had lost the Velcro off one of his feet and had a hard bit of fur on his tummy from where I got soup on him.” Sam took a moment to give a little so there nod of his head before turning back to eyes front.

Dean turned to stare out his own window, feeling lousy.

~ Eighteen years later ~

Dean let out a curse when Sam’s backpack that had been held together with tape and a prayer, finally gave out and spilled its contents onto the gravelled surface of the parking lot. He dropped to his haunches to scoop the contents into the backseat, checking the MP3 player and sunglasses to make sure they hadn’t broken, knowing Sam would find some way to blame him if they had when he paused.

Still half in the bag was something almost threadbare with dangling arms and legs. Dean pulled it free and blinked.

He was holding the velcro monkey in his hands.

He checked the feet and found the squares of velcro intact. He rubbed a thumb over the belly and although it was basically bald, it was also stain free. The monkey Dean had gotten had been gone from their car the next time they had pulled up to a rest stop and he had figured it had been pitched out the window at some point in a fit of Sammy ire.

He was holding the replacement monkey.

They’d been fighting for what felt like weeks now. Too much time in each other’s pockets and no respite had rubbed nerves raw. Sam would snipe and Dean would bite every time.

When Sam got into the passenger side a few minutes later, he felt something tickle his neck. He turned in his seat to see two long monkey arms wrapped around his headrest. He leaned over the seat and saw the velcro monkey dangling, feet free, facing out the back window.

“So I was thinking,” Dean said when Sam settled back into his seat and looked at him quizzicly. “That mutilation thing you saw in Topeka might be worth checking out.”

Sam’s eyebrows climbed, but he just nodded.

3. For workerb. Last Days On Earth SGA/Buffy Lorne/Faith. Set an hour before Passing Fancy.



A roadtrip with his oldest friends had seemed like a good idea to Evan Lorne but the reality was much different. Thirty-six hours in a car with four other men made Lorne realise why he didn’t really see them anymore. He couldn’t talk about his job and a lot of stuff they talked about seemed trivial.

He tried enjoying himself but it was getting hard.

A greasy road-side diner with a waitress named Kathy who had yellow teeth and fading dyed-red hair was the last straw. A mile up the road was a bus station and Lorne was pulling his duffle out of the car because damned if he was going to be spending his last few days on Earth miserable.

“Anyone ever tell you, you have one hell of a nice ass?”

Lorne turned around to see a dark-haired girl smiling at him over her sunglasses.

“I’m sorry, were you talking to me?” Lorne asked, feeling heat chase across his face. He blushed from the neck up, always had and he hated it.

“Well, I certainly wasn’t talking about farmer Joe over there,” she said, waving an arm at the only other person in carpark, a heavy-set man who was leaning over and showing a fairly impressive amount of butt-crack. “You wouldn’t want to buy a poor, starving girl breakfast would you?”

“Oh, um,” Lorne dug through his pockets and pulled out a crumpled twenty. “Here.”

The girl snorted and waved his money off. “I was actually asking as much for the company as the food. Unless you got somewhere else you gotta be?”

“I…well,” Lorne sighed, looking down the road towards the bus-station before turning back. She was smiling at him, all dark red lips and black-coffee eyes and hell, it was his last few days on Earth.

“No, nowhere,” Lorne nodded. “My name’s Evan.”

She grinned and shook his proffered hand.

“Faith.”

4. For sg_fignewton. Luck SG-1, Gen. Set an hour after Third Time Lucky.



“Too damn close,” Jack grumbled, wringing water from his jacket. He was soaked from head to boot and keeping an eagle-eye on the medical team that were carrying Daniel up the hill on a stretcher leading to the Stargate.

“You’ve said that before,” Sam mused as they heard again the sounds of Daniel protesting being carried. There’d been concerns about internal injuries and Daniel had a habit of playing down if he was in any pain. It hadn’t been a hard decision to have Daniel carried. It’d been hard getting him on the stretcher and worse trying to keep him there.

“Dammit, Daniel, stop mucking around!” Jack called as he watched the stretcher wobble and the guys at the back almost lose their grip.

“We’ve been lucky,” Sam said, grimacing when Jack shook out his hands and most of the water hit her in the face.

“Don’t call it luck,” Jack said, tossing a glance over his shoulder at Teal’c, bringing up the rear.

“Why?” Sam blinked.

“Because luck runs out.”