Back in Eden, by Pepper (G)
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: Humor
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Sara O'Neill, team
Categories: gen, Jack/Sara
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: pepper_field
Author's Website: Pepper at AO3
Link: Back in Eden
Why This Must Be Read: Hilariously in-character trope fic, starring Sara O'Neill, an Irish wolfhound with certain Jack-like tendencies, a very particular flavor of teamy goodness, and the delightful implication that there is no such thing as a trope that's too bizarre for a regular day-in-the-life for SG-1!
This literally had me laughing out loud. Go read this, and put a smile on your face for the rest of the day!
A tall, familiar figure strode in through the door. Sara looked up, and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"I'm here to pick up three strays," said Jack, leaning urgently over the reception desk. "Colonel Jack O'Neill. I called earlier."
"Oh, yes. A Great Dane, and two Labradors - one chocolate, one golden," said the receptionist, accepting his ID and looking it over. "You really ought to have your dogs spayed or neutered if they're liable to escape, sir."
He blanched, his eyes wide. It was a moment or two before he was able to stammer, "Please tell me you haven't-"
"No, Colonel, not this time," she said, and his shoulders sagged in relief. "But it's City policy, if they come into the pound a second time-"
"Oh, there is no way I'll let this happen again!"
Rec Category: Humor
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Sara O'Neill, team
Categories: gen, Jack/Sara
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: pepper_field
Author's Website: Pepper at AO3
Link: Back in Eden
Why This Must Be Read: Hilariously in-character trope fic, starring Sara O'Neill, an Irish wolfhound with certain Jack-like tendencies, a very particular flavor of teamy goodness, and the delightful implication that there is no such thing as a trope that's too bizarre for a regular day-in-the-life for SG-1!
This literally had me laughing out loud. Go read this, and put a smile on your face for the rest of the day!
A tall, familiar figure strode in through the door. Sara looked up, and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"I'm here to pick up three strays," said Jack, leaning urgently over the reception desk. "Colonel Jack O'Neill. I called earlier."
"Oh, yes. A Great Dane, and two Labradors - one chocolate, one golden," said the receptionist, accepting his ID and looking it over. "You really ought to have your dogs spayed or neutered if they're liable to escape, sir."
He blanched, his eyes wide. It was a moment or two before he was able to stammer, "Please tell me you haven't-"
"No, Colonel, not this time," she said, and his shoulders sagged in relief. "But it's City policy, if they come into the pound a second time-"
"Oh, there is no way I'll let this happen again!"