I miss Jack so much

[muck_a_luck]

You know, every time I wake up inside of a goa'uld cell, I get this feeling that something bad is about to happen...

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[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

*hopeful look*

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

Why are you looking so hopeful?

[cocoajava.livejournal.com]

I was just hopin' for a story to come of your comment.

But we got kittens, so all is well!

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

No Jack makes Daniel me kittens cry.

It's not porn...

[muck-a-luck.livejournal.com]

There's a sweet picture. Jack asleep on the couch under a hand-knitted afghan, with about six kittens sleeping all over him and the mother cat standing guard on the other arm of the sofa. Awwwww.... *pets the Colonel and his kitties*

Re: It's not porn...

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaw....

Daniel called from the kitchen, "Jack? Didn't you pick up some mushrooms for the pasta sauce?" Hearing no reply, Daniel padded around the corner to the living room to repeat, "Jack..." He stopped short when he saw Jack was napping.

"He really is like a five year old," thought Daniel fondly. As loud, bratty, poky, teasy and downright kinetic as Jack could be while awake, he looked as innocent and peaceful as an angel asleep.

Daniel would never tell him this, but the sight of the kittens sprawled over him was adorable. Oh, who was he kidding -- of course he would tell him, at just the right moment when being called "adorable" would send big bad Colonel O'Neill into orbit. Daniel grinned in anticipation.

He scritched Mama Kitty under the chin for a while as they both watched over the sleepers, then he quietly slipped back into the kitchen to finish making dinner.