METAFIC
Author: Kim
Category: General
Rating: PG to be safe!
Summary: What if Sam and Jack found out about us.
Disclaimer: Don't want them; can't have them… I was just playing, Your Honour…
Author's notes: My first fanfic ever! Something silly to stop my brain turning to mush as I play Ag-bag and Rarh the Giraffe with my seven month old son. See what I mean??
She felt the blood rise under her skin; bake in her cheeks. "What on earth…" she murmured.
"What ya reading, Carter?"
Sam slammed the laptop screen down. Damn. She winced against her over- reaction. She hadn't heard him come in… "It's not really that interesting, Sir. Dry, scientific data." Yeah. Right.
An eyebrow rose. Teal'c would've been proud. "Oh. Dry, scientific, data?" O'Neill asked with a twist of a smile. He leant against her desk. Sam tried not to flinch. "I was thinking," he said. His eyes narrowed on her, caught the disbelief beginning to grow there. "It can happen sometimes… Any way, I was thinking that I should take more of an interest in the academic side of our missions-"
In a lightning move, he had the laptop away from her. Sam's hands slammed against the hard, empty table, Her palms stung.
"Ah! Mine," he said, turning his back and lifting up the screen. The glow etched his features as he read.
Time seeped.
Sam caught a nasty smile and she felt herself growing redder. She couldn't look at him any more. A hand covered her eyes. This was too embarrassing. She had found them by accident; been absorbed with disbelief. Stories. Stories about them. And now the last person in the world…
She looked up at his soft, evil chuckle. "I'm shocked, Major Carter." His dark eyes slid to her. They sparked with wickedness.
"This, Sir, is not… I mean…" Words fell out of her mouth. She could happily die of acute embarrassment right there. He was her CO, for God's sake.
"I'm truly shocked."
"I don't know why these people… How could they know me… us?"
"One question. Did you start at the squelchy end, or work your way there?"
"Sir!"
"They even know about the mole-"
Sam made a grab for her laptop, pulling it sharply away from the Colonel. "Not funny any more," she muttered. She shut down the machine. Sam took a deep breath and shifted back into military mode. "There's obviously a major breach of security here, Sir."
O'Neill held up his hand. "Scout's honour, I didn't tell anyone about the mole." He winced. "Well I might have told a few people… But you'd like them. You really would…"
Sam scratched at her scalp, ignoring the Colonel's ramblings. "You've read the first one. There are dozens more."
A grin spread across this face. "Dozens? Really?" He met Carter's glare. A hand wiped over his grin and he tried to look suitably horrified. "I'm shocked," he said. "No. Of course. Terrible. Did I mention I was shocked?"
"What are we going to do? They're obviously libellous – not a shred of truth in any of them!
The Colonel scratched a hand though his cropped, grey hair. "Oh, I'm sure there's some," he murmured to himself.
"Sir?"
O'Neill straightened. "Leave it with me, Major."
"Yes, Sir. What are you going to do?"
He flexed his fingers and a grin split his face again. "Well, I'll have to set the record straight, won't I?"
Didn't think that would happen! But Jack, being Jack had more to say on the subject…
Author: Kim
Category: General
Rating: PG to be safe!
Summary: What if Sam and Jack found out about us.
Disclaimer: Don't want them; can't have them… I was just playing, Your Honour…
Author's notes: My first fanfic ever! Something silly to stop my brain turning to mush as I play Ag-bag and Rarh the Giraffe with my seven month old son. See what I mean??
She felt the blood rise under her skin; bake in her cheeks. "What on earth…" she murmured.
"What ya reading, Carter?"
Sam slammed the laptop screen down. Damn. She winced against her over- reaction. She hadn't heard him come in… "It's not really that interesting, Sir. Dry, scientific data." Yeah. Right.
An eyebrow rose. Teal'c would've been proud. "Oh. Dry, scientific, data?" O'Neill asked with a twist of a smile. He leant against her desk. Sam tried not to flinch. "I was thinking," he said. His eyes narrowed on her, caught the disbelief beginning to grow there. "It can happen sometimes… Any way, I was thinking that I should take more of an interest in the academic side of our missions-"
In a lightning move, he had the laptop away from her. Sam's hands slammed against the hard, empty table, Her palms stung.
"Ah! Mine," he said, turning his back and lifting up the screen. The glow etched his features as he read.
Time seeped.
Sam caught a nasty smile and she felt herself growing redder. She couldn't look at him any more. A hand covered her eyes. This was too embarrassing. She had found them by accident; been absorbed with disbelief. Stories. Stories about them. And now the last person in the world…
She looked up at his soft, evil chuckle. "I'm shocked, Major Carter." His dark eyes slid to her. They sparked with wickedness.
"This, Sir, is not… I mean…" Words fell out of her mouth. She could happily die of acute embarrassment right there. He was her CO, for God's sake.
"I'm truly shocked."
"I don't know why these people… How could they know me… us?"
"One question. Did you start at the squelchy end, or work your way there?"
"Sir!"
"They even know about the mole-"
Sam made a grab for her laptop, pulling it sharply away from the Colonel. "Not funny any more," she muttered. She shut down the machine. Sam took a deep breath and shifted back into military mode. "There's obviously a major breach of security here, Sir."
O'Neill held up his hand. "Scout's honour, I didn't tell anyone about the mole." He winced. "Well I might have told a few people… But you'd like them. You really would…"
Sam scratched at her scalp, ignoring the Colonel's ramblings. "You've read the first one. There are dozens more."
A grin spread across this face. "Dozens? Really?" He met Carter's glare. A hand wiped over his grin and he tried to look suitably horrified. "I'm shocked," he said. "No. Of course. Terrible. Did I mention I was shocked?"
"What are we going to do? They're obviously libellous – not a shred of truth in any of them!
The Colonel scratched a hand though his cropped, grey hair. "Oh, I'm sure there's some," he murmured to himself.
"Sir?"
O'Neill straightened. "Leave it with me, Major."
"Yes, Sir. What are you going to do?"
He flexed his fingers and a grin split his face again. "Well, I'll have to set the record straight, won't I?"
Didn't think that would happen! But Jack, being Jack had more to say on the subject…