Jack and Sam were picking up Sam's nephew from the airport. He was going to spend the weekend with them. 'It might be good to have some male support around the house,' thought Jack.
"So what's up?" Sam asked the young boy.
"Well I got a part in my school play. I play a man who's been married for twenty years."
Jack, not being able to keep his mouth shut, stated "That's great, son. Keep up the good work and before you know it they'll be giving you a speaking part."
Sam gave him THE LOOK and "whack". He really had to learn to keep his mouth shut.
(Sam's point of view)
Jack was hurt and she was freaking out. It was supposed to be a boring meeting but some crazy man had come in shooting. Dr. Lamn walked up to Sam.
"He's alright. The bullet missed anything important and he's recovering nicely"
Thank God! "Can I go see him?"
"Yes, but he might still be sleeping."
Sam practically ran into the room. He looked so innocent when he slept. The lines in his face were relaxed and you just never wanted to wake him. She began to stroke his hair.
"Hey" he was awake.
"Hey yourself. That was a close call." Her eyes started to blur.
"Don't cry I'm ok. Listen, I've survived being zatted, stabbed, shot, drowned, punched, kicked, and lost, yet every time your there in the end and I survive. " She was so afraid to lose him.
"Well, now that I think of it you might actually be the bad luck. How many of your previous boyfriends died. Martouf, that senator, and "
WHACK"That's for being an idiot." KISS "and that's for trying to make me laugh."
Next time he needed to get the kiss without being hit first.