Jell-O Shots, by Jennghis Kahn (PG-13)
Dec. 25th, 2006 04:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recRec Category: Teamy goodness
Categories: team, Samantha Carter, gen, humor, fluff
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: surrealphantast
Author's Website: listed as http://www.mind-rot.net/, but currently unavailable
Link: Jell-O Shots
Why This Must Be Read: Because it's fluffy, and funny, and will make you love the team more than ever. Because it's SG-1 poker night, and Sam can't bluff – even against Daniel – and Jack has just discovered the tray of leftover Jell-O shots in her refrigerator. And it has Sam helpfully explaining the scientific way to balance the vodka and the Jell-O to make it set, which is so deliciously Sam-like that it deserves a special mention of its own.
It will take you only five minutes to read it, but it will leave you with a smile on your face for the rest of the day!
“Are these… Jell-O shots, Carter?”
She winced, knowing what was coming. “Yes sir.” She sighed.
“You… made Jell-O shots?”
“Yes sir.”
Teal’c’s eyebrow shot up immediately, his eyes narrowing and focusing in on her. Daniel jumped in and saved her.
“It’s alcohol mixed with Jell-O then allowed to set. So you get a little ‘shot’ of alcohol in the Jell-O. See?”
Teal’c said nothing, but his mouth turned down and his eyebrow went higher. Still, it was better than when she’d had to explain a “dead-man’s hand” in poker to him.
You see, it’s not really a human hand, Teal’c. They call it that because of this old American legend about Doc
“Carter?” The colonel wasn’t finished with her yet.
“Yes sir?” Sam let her head fall onto her elbows on the table. She exhaled heavily, hearing Daniel’s amused snort.
“Why… did you make Jell-O shots?”
“Because Janet wanted them for a bachelorette party last night and I had leftovers.” Her answer was muffled against the table and her sleeves.
“What?” Jack’s voice was sharp.
“Janet made her!” Daniel shouted back towards the kitchen door.
There was a low, unclear muttering from the kitchen, which could have been any number of colorful phrases Jack had for Doctor Fraiser.
“O’Neill! I wish to see these Jell-O shots.” Teal’c barked.
“Good, because I’m bringing them all out.” O’Neill appeared in the doorway with a shallow baking pan filled with small white cups of colorful Jell-O shots. Sam raised her head to watch him while he set it down in the middle of the table. He eyed the pile of nickels in front of Daniel. “Did he beat you again?”
