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Title: The Game Pt 2
Author: elfcat255
Pairing: Sam (SG-1) and Snake Plissken
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: nope
AN: continuation of a story written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
titania_le_fey called The Game
There was a brief moment of silence in the small roadside bar, allowing the brown haired man dressed in red leathers to lean back in the chair, with his booted feet propped on a nearby table he could hear glass clinking and low conversations from other patrons before the jukebox’s next selection played. Taking a drag from the cigar held in the corner of his mouth, Snake then tapped the ash onto the floor and chuckled as he reached for the bottle of bourbon to pour another shot. The sound of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck wailed from the jukebox as Snake picked up his freshened drink and motioned with it towards the pool table.
“You might want to lean a little to the right,” he said and then knocked back the shot of Jack Daniels.
“I can do just fine on my own, thank you very much,” snapped the blonde woman dressed in black motorcycle leathers.
Sam positioned the cue on the side of the pool table and using her free hand slid the slender wooden tool across the edge of the green felt, towards the cue ball. She succeeded in hitting the white ball but, unfortunately her aim was off and the ball rolled past its intended target. “Damn it!” she hissed in frustration.
Laughing loudly at the woman, Snake poured a shot into the empty glass beside his. “Maybe if you drink a little more it won’t matter that I’m wiping the table with ya,” he remarked.
“Only because I had to open my big mouth and you doubled the damn bet,” growled Sam as she lifted the glass to her mouth. Taking the shot she shivered as the bourbon made its way to her stomach. “And if you keep pouring bourbon down me I’m going to need food soon,” she told him, letting the glass clunk back down on the table.
“No problem,” Snake caught the bartender’s eye and motioned to him. The man hurried over and the eye-patch wearing man ordered them some steaks, with all the fixings. “Now, have another shot,” Snake said when the bartender left.
“Would you just hurry up and take your turn,” grumbled Sam but she poured another shot of the bourbon. Instead of slamming the shot back though, the blonde sipped from the glass slowly, pacing herself at least until she had something solid in her stomach.
Snake grabbed his cue from where it rested against the wall and rising from his seat made his way towards the table. Surveying the position of the balls left to him, he lined up a couple easy shots and then purposely missed one. With a crooked grin he turned back to Sam. “Your turn, sweetheart,” he purred.
“You so could have made that last shot. I think you just like watching my ass while I line up shots,” she said in a knowing tone.
Shrugging his shoulders Snake replied, “Can ya blame me?”
Hefting her cue in the hand not cuffed behind her back Sam strolled past him. “No, and my wife would agree with you,” she joked.
“And mine probably would, too,” he returned with a laugh.
“You’re married?” the blonde asked in a shocked tone as she glanced over the table for her next shot.
Snake leaned against the table and nodded. “Yeah, why do you sound surprised?” he asked.
Shrugging her shoulders Sam replied, “I don’t know. You just didn’t seem to be the marrying kind to me when we met this afternoon.”
This earned her a quirked eyebrow from the one-eyed man and Sam hastily continued, “I mean, the bike and the leather, hell the whole attitude thing you have going. You just didn’t strike me as someone who had settled down.”
“Who said I settled down? My wife is just as wild as I am; actually I tend to be the more laid back one in the marriage. Well, unless you get me riled up about something,” Snake said to the blonde.
“Ah, gotcha,” Sam said, nodding her head as she readied herself to attempt another shot.
Snake couldn’t stop the low chuckle from escaping his lips as he watched the blonde try to maneuver the pool cue into position with one hand. “You know we can just call it even and I can uncuff you,” he remarked.
“No way, I said I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back and damn it I will,” growled Sam as she let the cue slide along the rail. This time her intended target sank into the pocket she’d lined up. Bouncing on her toes the blonde shot a crooked grin at the man across the table and then began searching for another shot.
Just then a young woman carrying a tray loaded with food walked up. Snake pointed to the low table next to them and she set out the food. Sam didn’t let this distract her and succeeded in making another ball into a pocket.
“Come here and let me unlock that cuff so you can eat or do you want to do that one-handed, too?” he asked the blonde.
“Nah, that would be messy,” Sam replied and walked over, letting the one-eyed man unlock the handcuff. Rubbing her wrist she gave him a look and remarked, “You still haven’t told me why you carry cuffs around with you.”
Snake grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “I really don’t think you want to know about that,” he replied.
Sam chuckled and shook her head at the comment. She too a seat at the table and when Snake made to pour some more bourbon in her glass she stopped him. “I’ve had enough thank you. I have to get back on the road after this game or else I’ll be in deep trouble,” she remarked.
“Trouble? You supposed to be someplace?” Snake asked as he poured another drink for himself.
Sam nodded as she cut into her steak. “Yeah, Janet was expecting me home tonight. As it is I’ll be getting in early in the morning and I have to work,” she told him, taking a bite of the barely cooked meat.
“So, you gonna be in trouble more from your wife or work if you don’t show up?” Snake asked.
Sam thought for a second and quickly answered, “Janet.”
Snake laughed loudly and still chuckling spoke, “You are so whupped aren’t you?”
Almost choking on a bite of potato, Sam coughed and her face reddened as she gave the one-eyed man a hard glare. Recovering her composure she remarked, “No, I am not.”
Still chuckling Snake just shook his head and cut into his steak. The two continued with their meal, each of them learning a bit more about the other. Sam discovered not only was he married but that Snake also had kids and a grandchild even. The talked about each other’s families for awhile and as the meal was close to being finished Snake asked the blonde a question. “Are you going to tell me where you got that gizmo that’s on your bike?”
“I built it,” Sam replied.
“No shit? Where did you find the parts to come up with something like that?” he asked in amazement.
“Oh, here and there; I travel a lot for work,” she answered not elaborating on her source.
“You can tell me, sugar. I won’t share the info,” he said in calm voice.
Snake watched as the blonde’s face stayed serious looking and recognized that look as one he’d seen mirrored on his own face many a time. It would be like pulling teeth with pliers to get the blonde to own up to her real work. Holding up his hands the one eyed man shook his head. “Alright then, forget that I asked. It’s just a force of habit,” he said.
Sam nodded her head then replied, “No problem.” There was a silence between the two now as she took a few more bites from her steak then stood up from her seat; “Okay, let’s get this game wrapped up,” she said fastening the cuff around her hand again.
The one eyed man watched as she lined up a shot and quickly sank a ball. He stood up from his seat and gazed at the table as she slowly lined up shot after shot, sinking all of her balls until only the eight ball remained. She tapped the corner pocket with her cue and soon the eight ball was on its way to disappear into the pocket. Sam placed her cue on the table and with her now free hand, picket up the pile of money from the side of the table.
She walked to stand in front of Snake and turned to show her still cuffed wrist. “Do you mind?” she asked.
Snake quickly unlocked the cuffs and said “Nice work. Look, I’m sorry I was getting nosey. I thought we were bonding there for a second.”
Sam rubbed a hand through her short hair in frustration. “And I wish I could tell you the truth about things because I think you’d get a kick out of some of the stuff I’ve seen and done,” she mumbled.
“I know how that feels,” Snake replied and held out a hand to the blonde. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Sam Carter. Maybe we can get together again someday and really talk.”
“Only reason I’m leaving so abruptly is because I don’t like lying to my friends and I think I’d like to count you as one of mine one day. Does that make sense?” she said to him.
“I understand, sugar,” the one-eyed man said knowingly.
Sam picked up her helmet from a nearby table and walked towards the door. She stopped just before walking out, turned around and saluted Snake. Her blues met his single one and she winked then turned and walked out of the door.
Snake watched her walk away and shook his head. To bad she wasn’t ready to tell him about the SGC. Even though he knew of the program, he had no inside source at the facility. Having Sam on the inside as a friend there could come in handy one day. Snake sat back down in his seat and picked up his drink in one hand and a small business card in the other. He took a drink from the glass and gazed upon the card. “One day, Sam Carter, one day,” he murmured softly.
Be warned...none of these are looked over my beta(T looked at me like I was crazy when I asked her to read that many stories in two days...*g*)...I still have four to finish...they will be up by New Years(the muses are being picky now)...bleh...so enjoy the stories be they written for you or not...toodles!
Title: The Game Pt 2
Author: elfcat255
Pairing: Sam (SG-1) and Snake Plissken
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: nope
AN: continuation of a story written for
titania_le_fey called The Game There was a brief moment of silence in the small roadside bar, allowing the brown haired man dressed in red leathers to lean back in the chair, with his booted feet propped on a nearby table he could hear glass clinking and low conversations from other patrons before the jukebox’s next selection played. Taking a drag from the cigar held in the corner of his mouth, Snake then tapped the ash onto the floor and chuckled as he reached for the bottle of bourbon to pour another shot. The sound of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck wailed from the jukebox as Snake picked up his freshened drink and motioned with it towards the pool table.
“You might want to lean a little to the right,” he said and then knocked back the shot of Jack Daniels.
“I can do just fine on my own, thank you very much,” snapped the blonde woman dressed in black motorcycle leathers.
Sam positioned the cue on the side of the pool table and using her free hand slid the slender wooden tool across the edge of the green felt, towards the cue ball. She succeeded in hitting the white ball but, unfortunately her aim was off and the ball rolled past its intended target. “Damn it!” she hissed in frustration.
Laughing loudly at the woman, Snake poured a shot into the empty glass beside his. “Maybe if you drink a little more it won’t matter that I’m wiping the table with ya,” he remarked.
“Only because I had to open my big mouth and you doubled the damn bet,” growled Sam as she lifted the glass to her mouth. Taking the shot she shivered as the bourbon made its way to her stomach. “And if you keep pouring bourbon down me I’m going to need food soon,” she told him, letting the glass clunk back down on the table.
“No problem,” Snake caught the bartender’s eye and motioned to him. The man hurried over and the eye-patch wearing man ordered them some steaks, with all the fixings. “Now, have another shot,” Snake said when the bartender left.
“Would you just hurry up and take your turn,” grumbled Sam but she poured another shot of the bourbon. Instead of slamming the shot back though, the blonde sipped from the glass slowly, pacing herself at least until she had something solid in her stomach.
Snake grabbed his cue from where it rested against the wall and rising from his seat made his way towards the table. Surveying the position of the balls left to him, he lined up a couple easy shots and then purposely missed one. With a crooked grin he turned back to Sam. “Your turn, sweetheart,” he purred.
“You so could have made that last shot. I think you just like watching my ass while I line up shots,” she said in a knowing tone.
Shrugging his shoulders Snake replied, “Can ya blame me?”
Hefting her cue in the hand not cuffed behind her back Sam strolled past him. “No, and my wife would agree with you,” she joked.
“And mine probably would, too,” he returned with a laugh.
“You’re married?” the blonde asked in a shocked tone as she glanced over the table for her next shot.
Snake leaned against the table and nodded. “Yeah, why do you sound surprised?” he asked.
Shrugging her shoulders Sam replied, “I don’t know. You just didn’t seem to be the marrying kind to me when we met this afternoon.”
This earned her a quirked eyebrow from the one-eyed man and Sam hastily continued, “I mean, the bike and the leather, hell the whole attitude thing you have going. You just didn’t strike me as someone who had settled down.”
“Who said I settled down? My wife is just as wild as I am; actually I tend to be the more laid back one in the marriage. Well, unless you get me riled up about something,” Snake said to the blonde.
“Ah, gotcha,” Sam said, nodding her head as she readied herself to attempt another shot.
Snake couldn’t stop the low chuckle from escaping his lips as he watched the blonde try to maneuver the pool cue into position with one hand. “You know we can just call it even and I can uncuff you,” he remarked.
“No way, I said I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back and damn it I will,” growled Sam as she let the cue slide along the rail. This time her intended target sank into the pocket she’d lined up. Bouncing on her toes the blonde shot a crooked grin at the man across the table and then began searching for another shot.
Just then a young woman carrying a tray loaded with food walked up. Snake pointed to the low table next to them and she set out the food. Sam didn’t let this distract her and succeeded in making another ball into a pocket.
“Come here and let me unlock that cuff so you can eat or do you want to do that one-handed, too?” he asked the blonde.
“Nah, that would be messy,” Sam replied and walked over, letting the one-eyed man unlock the handcuff. Rubbing her wrist she gave him a look and remarked, “You still haven’t told me why you carry cuffs around with you.”
Snake grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “I really don’t think you want to know about that,” he replied.
Sam chuckled and shook her head at the comment. She too a seat at the table and when Snake made to pour some more bourbon in her glass she stopped him. “I’ve had enough thank you. I have to get back on the road after this game or else I’ll be in deep trouble,” she remarked.
“Trouble? You supposed to be someplace?” Snake asked as he poured another drink for himself.
Sam nodded as she cut into her steak. “Yeah, Janet was expecting me home tonight. As it is I’ll be getting in early in the morning and I have to work,” she told him, taking a bite of the barely cooked meat.
“So, you gonna be in trouble more from your wife or work if you don’t show up?” Snake asked.
Sam thought for a second and quickly answered, “Janet.”
Snake laughed loudly and still chuckling spoke, “You are so whupped aren’t you?”
Almost choking on a bite of potato, Sam coughed and her face reddened as she gave the one-eyed man a hard glare. Recovering her composure she remarked, “No, I am not.”
Still chuckling Snake just shook his head and cut into his steak. The two continued with their meal, each of them learning a bit more about the other. Sam discovered not only was he married but that Snake also had kids and a grandchild even. The talked about each other’s families for awhile and as the meal was close to being finished Snake asked the blonde a question. “Are you going to tell me where you got that gizmo that’s on your bike?”
“I built it,” Sam replied.
“No shit? Where did you find the parts to come up with something like that?” he asked in amazement.
“Oh, here and there; I travel a lot for work,” she answered not elaborating on her source.
“You can tell me, sugar. I won’t share the info,” he said in calm voice.
Snake watched as the blonde’s face stayed serious looking and recognized that look as one he’d seen mirrored on his own face many a time. It would be like pulling teeth with pliers to get the blonde to own up to her real work. Holding up his hands the one eyed man shook his head. “Alright then, forget that I asked. It’s just a force of habit,” he said.
Sam nodded her head then replied, “No problem.” There was a silence between the two now as she took a few more bites from her steak then stood up from her seat; “Okay, let’s get this game wrapped up,” she said fastening the cuff around her hand again.
The one eyed man watched as she lined up a shot and quickly sank a ball. He stood up from his seat and gazed at the table as she slowly lined up shot after shot, sinking all of her balls until only the eight ball remained. She tapped the corner pocket with her cue and soon the eight ball was on its way to disappear into the pocket. Sam placed her cue on the table and with her now free hand, picket up the pile of money from the side of the table.
She walked to stand in front of Snake and turned to show her still cuffed wrist. “Do you mind?” she asked.
Snake quickly unlocked the cuffs and said “Nice work. Look, I’m sorry I was getting nosey. I thought we were bonding there for a second.”
Sam rubbed a hand through her short hair in frustration. “And I wish I could tell you the truth about things because I think you’d get a kick out of some of the stuff I’ve seen and done,” she mumbled.
“I know how that feels,” Snake replied and held out a hand to the blonde. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Sam Carter. Maybe we can get together again someday and really talk.”
“Only reason I’m leaving so abruptly is because I don’t like lying to my friends and I think I’d like to count you as one of mine one day. Does that make sense?” she said to him.
“I understand, sugar,” the one-eyed man said knowingly.
Sam picked up her helmet from a nearby table and walked towards the door. She stopped just before walking out, turned around and saluted Snake. Her blues met his single one and she winked then turned and walked out of the door.
Snake watched her walk away and shook his head. To bad she wasn’t ready to tell him about the SGC. Even though he knew of the program, he had no inside source at the facility. Having Sam on the inside as a friend there could come in handy one day. Snake sat back down in his seat and picked up his drink in one hand and a small business card in the other. He took a drink from the glass and gazed upon the card. “One day, Sam Carter, one day,” he murmured softly.
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