Stockholm Syndrome, by Annerb (G)
Oct. 21st, 2009 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recRec Category: Humor
Pairing: none
Categories: humor, gen, Sam, Jack, Sam and Jack friendship
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:annerbhp
Author's Website: Fic Master List
Link: Stockholm Syndrome
Why This Must Be Read: When Jack and Sam are taken captive by the most adorable bad guys ever, keeping a straight face might be the hardest task of all...
Team snark, hilarious imagery, Ferretti cameo, and deft characterization makes this story a real winner!
The kids couldn’t seem to decide what they wanted.
Besides the laughably inadequate handcuffs, they were both tied to chairs, but in a way that would make it easy to just stand up and walk out with the whole thing still attached.
“Worst bad guys ever,” the Colonel complained. “Seriously, these kids need help.”
Sam barely resisted rolling her eyes, and instead quipped, “You volunteering, sir?”
Something lit up in the Colonel’s eyes then that Sam was pretty sure didn’t bode well for any of them. He eyed the back row of kids, the ones who seemed to be getting antsy. “Psst. Kid,” he said. “Come over here.”
She’d just been kidding, for God’s sake. “Sir! What are you doing?”
“Defecting.”
Pairing: none
Categories: humor, gen, Sam, Jack, Sam and Jack friendship
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
annerbhpAuthor's Website: Fic Master List
Link: Stockholm Syndrome
Why This Must Be Read: When Jack and Sam are taken captive by the most adorable bad guys ever, keeping a straight face might be the hardest task of all...
Team snark, hilarious imagery, Ferretti cameo, and deft characterization makes this story a real winner!
The kids couldn’t seem to decide what they wanted.
Besides the laughably inadequate handcuffs, they were both tied to chairs, but in a way that would make it easy to just stand up and walk out with the whole thing still attached.
“Worst bad guys ever,” the Colonel complained. “Seriously, these kids need help.”
Sam barely resisted rolling her eyes, and instead quipped, “You volunteering, sir?”
Something lit up in the Colonel’s eyes then that Sam was pretty sure didn’t bode well for any of them. He eyed the back row of kids, the ones who seemed to be getting antsy. “Psst. Kid,” he said. “Come over here.”
She’d just been kidding, for God’s sake. “Sir! What are you doing?”
“Defecting.”
