The Cookie Master
Title: The Cookie Master
Author: xfirefly9x
Rating: G
Warning/Spoilers: Mention of death.
Prompt(s): Cookies
Summary: Sam and Jack make cookies for Daniel after another of his deaths.
"Sir! Give that back!" Sam lunges forwards to pluck the wooden spoon from Jack's nimble fingers. He pulls back and tries to evade her but she is too quick for him. She succeeds in her goal. The wooden spoon held tightly in one fist, she grins at him. "Thank you!"
Jack rolls his eyes at her and shrugs. "Anytime, Carter. You know how I love to give you the ol' wooden spoon."
She chokes on a laugh.
"Hmm?" He tears his gaze from the spoon to meet her eyes: amusement flickers in their blue depths and for a moment the room is deathly silent.
Sam shrugs. A bird chirps outside. "You may want to reconsider that...phrasing."
He stares at her. Confusion creases his forehead. "Oh?" he replies. He blinks. "Oh! I didn't mean it like that!"
Sam smirks. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, Carter. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she says. She proceeds to the bowl of cookie dough and dips the wooden spoon into the mixture. Almost at once the sticky substance coats the spoon. Raising the spoon, Sam watches the dough cling to it, before a ball of it slops off and back into the bowl beneath.
Jack rolls his shoulders. "Good. Now can we get back to this cookie business?"
"Sure."
They stand side by side at the counter. Jack watches as she sets about spooning cookie mixture into the paper cups they'd set out along a baking tray earlier.
"Can I-?"
"No." She bats his hand away with the handle of the wooden spoon.
"Ow!"
"I said 'no'," she says. She rolls her eyes.
"Fine, Carter. Be that way," he pouts. "But remember. I am the cookie master here."
She snorts. "The cookie master, hmm?"
"Exactly! If we're gonna have any hope of getting these done for Daniel before he wakes up, you're gonna need my help."
They stare at each other for a moment. Sam tries not to laugh at the determined expression he wears. "You know, if it wasn't for Daniel dying so often, we'd both probably suck at this."
"Speak for yourself."
"Well, hey! Tell me one time we've made cookies just for the sake of making cookies!"
Jack taps his chin lightly. His eyes connect with hers. "Uh."
"Exactly!" Sam jabs the air with the wooden spoon. A splatter of mixture lands on Jack's black t-shirt and jeans. She holds back a smirk as he glares at her.
"Oh, it is on!" Jack says. He swiftly moves forwards and collects the bowl of mixture in his hands. He glances down at the goop and then back up to Sam who cringes. "You'd better run."
Sam is at the door in seven seconds. Four seconds after that, she is on a collision path, heading straight for Daniel. Unable to stop in time, the pair collapse in a heap halfway down the hallway. Jack careens into them and the bowl topples.
Ten seconds later, Daniel looks between them. "Guys? What is this?" He scoops a handful of cookie mixture off his face. "What's going on?"
Jack and Sam simultaneously burst into laughter.
Teal'c chooses that moment to make his appearance known. "I believe, Daniel Jackson, that the substance covering you, O'Neill and Carter is cookie mixture." His voice booms in the confined space.
Daniel's eyes widen. Leaning on the wall, he climbs to his feet. "What? Why?"
Sam points at Jack. Both are still laughing. "Accident."
Jack rolled his eyes. "She splattered me!"
Shaking his head, Daniel pulled Teal'c by the arm towards the kitchen. "Perhaps you could explain to me why-" His words were cut off when something whizzed past his head. There was a wet thud.
"Jack!"
Author: xfirefly9x
Rating: G
Warning/Spoilers: Mention of death.
Prompt(s): Cookies
Summary: Sam and Jack make cookies for Daniel after another of his deaths.
"Sir! Give that back!" Sam lunges forwards to pluck the wooden spoon from Jack's nimble fingers. He pulls back and tries to evade her but she is too quick for him. She succeeds in her goal. The wooden spoon held tightly in one fist, she grins at him. "Thank you!"
Jack rolls his eyes at her and shrugs. "Anytime, Carter. You know how I love to give you the ol' wooden spoon."
She chokes on a laugh.
"Hmm?" He tears his gaze from the spoon to meet her eyes: amusement flickers in their blue depths and for a moment the room is deathly silent.
Sam shrugs. A bird chirps outside. "You may want to reconsider that...phrasing."
He stares at her. Confusion creases his forehead. "Oh?" he replies. He blinks. "Oh! I didn't mean it like that!"
Sam smirks. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, Carter. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," she says. She proceeds to the bowl of cookie dough and dips the wooden spoon into the mixture. Almost at once the sticky substance coats the spoon. Raising the spoon, Sam watches the dough cling to it, before a ball of it slops off and back into the bowl beneath.
Jack rolls his shoulders. "Good. Now can we get back to this cookie business?"
"Sure."
They stand side by side at the counter. Jack watches as she sets about spooning cookie mixture into the paper cups they'd set out along a baking tray earlier.
"Can I-?"
"No." She bats his hand away with the handle of the wooden spoon.
"Ow!"
"I said 'no'," she says. She rolls her eyes.
"Fine, Carter. Be that way," he pouts. "But remember. I am the cookie master here."
She snorts. "The cookie master, hmm?"
"Exactly! If we're gonna have any hope of getting these done for Daniel before he wakes up, you're gonna need my help."
They stare at each other for a moment. Sam tries not to laugh at the determined expression he wears. "You know, if it wasn't for Daniel dying so often, we'd both probably suck at this."
"Speak for yourself."
"Well, hey! Tell me one time we've made cookies just for the sake of making cookies!"
Jack taps his chin lightly. His eyes connect with hers. "Uh."
"Exactly!" Sam jabs the air with the wooden spoon. A splatter of mixture lands on Jack's black t-shirt and jeans. She holds back a smirk as he glares at her.
"Oh, it is on!" Jack says. He swiftly moves forwards and collects the bowl of mixture in his hands. He glances down at the goop and then back up to Sam who cringes. "You'd better run."
Sam is at the door in seven seconds. Four seconds after that, she is on a collision path, heading straight for Daniel. Unable to stop in time, the pair collapse in a heap halfway down the hallway. Jack careens into them and the bowl topples.
Ten seconds later, Daniel looks between them. "Guys? What is this?" He scoops a handful of cookie mixture off his face. "What's going on?"
Jack and Sam simultaneously burst into laughter.
Teal'c chooses that moment to make his appearance known. "I believe, Daniel Jackson, that the substance covering you, O'Neill and Carter is cookie mixture." His voice booms in the confined space.
Daniel's eyes widen. Leaning on the wall, he climbs to his feet. "What? Why?"
Sam points at Jack. Both are still laughing. "Accident."
Jack rolled his eyes. "She splattered me!"
Shaking his head, Daniel pulled Teal'c by the arm towards the kitchen. "Perhaps you could explain to me why-" His words were cut off when something whizzed past his head. There was a wet thud.
"Jack!"