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Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Author's Notes: This is just a little something I threw together because Sam & Jack just wouldn't leave me alone till I did it. Plus, I just wanted to see if I could do an “Alphabet Challenge” for them….Guess I could, even tho' I bent the rules just a little
“Zingers Abound!”
“Arrogant, antiquated asshole!”
“Bitchy blonde!”
“Crazy Colonel!”
“Deluded ditz!”
“Excuse me?”
“Forget it!”
“Go to hell!”
“Hello? It was just a joke!”
“Joke, my ass.”
“'Kay. Let me see….”
“Men! Neanderthal bastards!”
“Only because you love it.”
“Prick!”
Quietly, Daniel watched the two officers going head to head for the latest of countless times that day, knowing they found it both a great stress reliever on the more boring missions and a fun game to try to trip each other up; and he also knew they did it as a means of safely flirting with each other, the only way to get around the regs imposed upon them and still remain on the same team while dealing with their growing feelings for each other, as they'd never have the guts to admit to their feelings; not now anyway.
“Running out of snappy comebacks, Sir?”
“Something you'd love to see, but will never happen, Carter.”
“Truly amazing, Sir, how you can't admit to defeat.”
“Until I die, I'll never admit defeat.”
“Very telling, Jack.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Xena'd have your hide in a heartbeat.”
“Yeah, like she's even real, Carter.”
“Zilch on that one, Sir, which means I win….**again**.”
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
