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Fic Amnesty
I was looking at my fic writing journal, trying to see if there was anything to inspire me to write, and I came across this. It'll never become a fic (it's too abstract to fit into a plot), but I was amused at the few lines of dialog (*very* few). So I'm calling fic amnesty on this. You know the rules. SG-1, Sam/Jack.
"You know Carter, it's the sex I regret the most."
"But... we never had sex, sir."
"Exactly."
"Are you sure we're dead?"
"Pretty sure. I'd never wear this if I was alive."
"Should we be talking about this?"
"The clothes?"
"No, sex. You know, with each other."
"I'm wearing a sheer muumuu and surrounded by puffy clouds, Carter. The subject of sex is no longer off-limits."
"Do you remember how it happened?"
"What, the non-existent sex?"
"Dammit, stop thinking about sex!"
"Is that any way to talk to your commanding officer?"
"Hello. Dead, remember?"
"But what if we're not really dead?"
"Well then we can't talk about sex."
"We're dead."
"You know Carter, it's the sex I regret the most."
"But... we never had sex, sir."
"Exactly."
"Are you sure we're dead?"
"Pretty sure. I'd never wear this if I was alive."
"Should we be talking about this?"
"The clothes?"
"No, sex. You know, with each other."
"I'm wearing a sheer muumuu and surrounded by puffy clouds, Carter. The subject of sex is no longer off-limits."
"Do you remember how it happened?"
"What, the non-existent sex?"
"Dammit, stop thinking about sex!"
"Is that any way to talk to your commanding officer?"
"Hello. Dead, remember?"
"But what if we're not really dead?"
"Well then we can't talk about sex."
"We're dead."