Title: A Little Snag!
Jackfic Challenge: cunctation
Pronunciation/kuhnk-TAY-shun/ n: procrastination, delay
Author: HailDorothy
Warnings: Get your head out of the gutter, guys—In my world they're married, really!
Spoilers: S10
Rated: T
Category: Humor
Summary: What Sam won't do for Jack . . . or will . . .
Pairing: J/S
Disclaimer: Never, ever will be mine. Crap!

FEED ME, PLEASE!

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Jack couldn't believe it!

His shirttail had gotten stuck in his fly!

And the President of the United States was practically on Jack's front porch!

"General?" Carter called out, "He's here!" She left the front door ajar and her heels clacked on the hardwood floor of the hallway.

"Teal'c or Daniel back?"

"No, sir. What's wrong?" Honoring military protocol in speech and form his colonel rounded the corner in her dress blues.

"I'm stuck, Carter!" A frustrated Jack stood in the bedroom doorway.

"Sure are." Sam grinned at his snagged shirttail and zipper.

"Wipe that smirk off your face and give me a hand."

"Yeah sure yabetcha." Sitting on the bed, Sam concentrated jerking his zipper up and down while laughing.

"No giggling, Colonel."

"Yes, sir." She snorted and returned to her task.

His hands on his hips, Jack glanced at her bent blonde head and grinned. Hey, a little cunctation wasn't bad after all. "Almost there, Colonel," he encouraged.

"General O'Neill!" the stunned authoritative voice yanked Jack's mind from the gutter.

Sam halted her wifely duties, leaped to her feet and then tugged Jack's arm, whispering, "Holy Hannah, say something, sir!"

Jack engaged the gawking expressions of four Secret Service men and his Commander And Chief then uttered the one word that pretty much covered all screwed-up missions. "Crap!"

Fin