Jack’s finally got some time off from work and intends to spend a quiet week at his much-neglected cabin in Minnesota but the woman sitting next to him in the diner has other ideas. Set during SGU time.
1,581 words | [PG-13]
The diner at the edge of town—a rundown place with torn vinyl, cracked Formica, and peeling paint—was mostly empty this time of day. Jack preferred it that way. His patience with people was wearing a little thin lately. He slid off his shades, slipping them into the pocket of his shirt. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust.
The waitress, Glenna, waved at him with a laminated menu. “Coffee, General?”
Jack nodded, settling on a well-worn stool at the counter. A second later, Glenna set a mug down, filling it with efficiency born of experience. She smiled sweetly, and he was taken back forty years. She was still a looker even in her seventies.
“Haven’t seen you around much,” she said, her tone casual but tinged with admonishment.
Jack grimaced as the hot liquid burned the inside of his mouth. “I don’t get back much.”
“Uh-huh. Where you stationed now? Do generals even get ‘stationed?’”
“Washington,” he murmured, hoping she wouldn’t pry further. He didn’t want to think about work.
Glenna harrumphed. “Sounds dreadful.”
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