Jailhouse Rock – Chapter 3
Hey everyone! Here's the last chapter. Thank you so much for your reviews. You are such great people! I realized with spell check that I was spelling "jailhouse" wrong, so I had to fix the title. Hope you enjoy this next chapter!
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Sam walked through her house one last time, making sure all the lights were turned off and electrical appliances unplugged. She watered her plants and shut a couple doors as she remembered the past week. They had indeed gone fishing. She had to admit it was a lot of fun. She'd even caught two fish. The Colonel had been so proud. Sam grinned as a car horn sounded and a shout reached her ears.
"Carter, let's go!"
Sam made her way downstairs and grabbed her coat, laptop, and purse. Yes, she'd had her license suspended. The Colonel had graciously offered to drive everyone in to work today.
She opened the door.
"Hey, Colonel, I'm all set. Just let me grab the mail from the mailbox."
As they settled into his truck, Sam handed two of the envelopes she'd been holding to Teal'c and Jonas.
"These are for you."
Jack was curious but didn't bother asking as they made their way to Cheyenne Mountain.
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Jack fiddled with the pen on his desk. What was the use of downtime if all you had to look forward to was more paperwork when you got back?
He shuffled some of the papers around when an envelope caught his attention. It looked like one of the letters Sam had given Teal'c and Jonas.
He picked it up for closer examination.
"For Posterity," he read aloud the hand-written not on the envelope. "Sam."
Not willing to waste time, he tore it open and pulled out what was inside.
A mug shot.
He smiled at the grinning face behind the row of numbers.
"Samantha Carter, what am I going to do with you?"
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THE END!
Maybe now I will get some work done! I sincerely hope you liked this story! I'm in such a writing mood today. If you've got snow like I do, stay safe. No pop-a-wheelies in the fields of unsuspecting farmers =D Best wishes and lots of love to you all!
macisgate
Hey everyone! Here's the last chapter. Thank you so much for your reviews. You are such great people! I realized with spell check that I was spelling "jailhouse" wrong, so I had to fix the title. Hope you enjoy this next chapter!
* * *
Sam walked through her house one last time, making sure all the lights were turned off and electrical appliances unplugged. She watered her plants and shut a couple doors as she remembered the past week. They had indeed gone fishing. She had to admit it was a lot of fun. She'd even caught two fish. The Colonel had been so proud. Sam grinned as a car horn sounded and a shout reached her ears.
"Carter, let's go!"
Sam made her way downstairs and grabbed her coat, laptop, and purse. Yes, she'd had her license suspended. The Colonel had graciously offered to drive everyone in to work today.
She opened the door.
"Hey, Colonel, I'm all set. Just let me grab the mail from the mailbox."
As they settled into his truck, Sam handed two of the envelopes she'd been holding to Teal'c and Jonas.
"These are for you."
Jack was curious but didn't bother asking as they made their way to Cheyenne Mountain.
* * *
Jack fiddled with the pen on his desk. What was the use of downtime if all you had to look forward to was more paperwork when you got back?
He shuffled some of the papers around when an envelope caught his attention. It looked like one of the letters Sam had given Teal'c and Jonas.
He picked it up for closer examination.
"For Posterity," he read aloud the hand-written not on the envelope. "Sam."
Not willing to waste time, he tore it open and pulled out what was inside.
A mug shot.
He smiled at the grinning face behind the row of numbers.
"Samantha Carter, what am I going to do with you?"
* * *
THE END!
Maybe now I will get some work done! I sincerely hope you liked this story! I'm in such a writing mood today. If you've got snow like I do, stay safe. No pop-a-wheelies in the fields of unsuspecting farmers =D Best wishes and lots of love to you all!
macisgate