"Tangled Relations"
Title: "Tangled Relations"
Author: BelovedOne aka AmandaTeryl725
Crossover: Stargate SG-1/JAG
Ships: SamJack, JanetDaniel, MacHarm
Status: WIP
Genre: Humor/Romance/Angst (some)
Archive: Please ask permission—I'll probably say yes.
Summary: Jacob Carter's deepest, darkest secret is about to come out…with serious consequences. Sam is shocked at his deception, Mac is angry at him, and Janet receives some unexpected news that will forever change her relationship with Sam. One man connects three couples destined to be together, and destined to realize the meaning of "the ties that bind". A pair of sisters is brought together for the first time, best friends realize they are much closer than they thought, and families form and grow. Plenty of good 'shippiness' along the way, too—promise!
Warnings: Some swearing.
Author's Note: I feel the need to warn you readers that I bounce randomly from humor to angst to romance. It depends on what mood I'm in when I'm writing. This fic is a major crossover between two of the greatest TV shows ever—Stargate: SG-1 and JAG!!! I have recently become rather obsessed with both, and can't get enough of them. Please read & review—and no flames, if you can help it. While I accept constructive criticism, having someone tell me "this sucks" or "this is absolutely terrible" isn't very helpful. However, hints on how I might improve the story, or suggestions on where the story could go are always welcome! So please, sit back, relax, and enjoy……
Disclaimer: I swear to tell the truth the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God. (Jack O'Neill: "Ohfercryinoutloud, just get on with it!") Ahem. As I was saying, JAG and Stargate: SG-1 do not belong to me. I make no claim to them, but if they were mine, d'you think I'd be sittin' here writin' stories about 'em? NO! Everybody who belonged together would be together (F*** those screw-ups who think happy relationships aren't good enough! Angst be damned, I WANNA SEE SOME ROMANCE!!!), and Janet Fraiser would never have died. Kill off someone else, for God sakes, but not Janet! NOT Janet!! Whyyyyyy?!?! How could they kill off such a good, sweet, kind, funny, loving, friendly, beautiful, loyal, vertically-challenged 'Napoleonic Power Monger'?!?! (That last one is courtesy of Jack in 'Crystal Skull'). I am terribly upset with whoever came up with that horrible idea.
Ah, yeah, right… Anyways, now that I'm done ranting (for the time being, at least), on with the story…
"Tangled Relations" Chapter One: Of Colonels and Coincidences~~~~~
"Carter?"
Major Samantha Carter looked up at her CO. "Yes, Colonel?"
"How long are ya gonna be gone?"
Exasperated, Sam massaged her temples to ward off the approaching headache. "Sir, you've asked me that six times already. My answer's still the same as it was ten minutes ago. I'll be gone for one week."
"Oh. Right."
The expression on his face was…well, she'd go so far as to label it "adorably crestfallen." She sighed. Folding another uniform, she placed it carefully atop the others piled in her suitcase. The Colonel quickly fled the room as she reached into her 'unmentionables' drawer. She withdrew what she needed, and was about to drop them into the case lying open across her bed when someone knocked at the door.
"I swear, sir, if you ask me again, I'll—Janet!" The petite doctor leaned against the doorframe, a slight smile curving her lips.
"Or you'll what, Major?"
Raking her fingers through her short blonde hair, she replied, "The Colonel's been in here a half-dozen times to ask me how long I'll be leaving for, and I'm getting fed up with it."
The smile became a full-fledged grin as Janet slipped into the room, the door closing softly behind her. "You still haven't answered my question."
Sam lifted her crystalline-blue eyes to meet her best friend's chocolate ones. "Can I shoot him?"
The base's CMO shrugged. "As long as I don't have to fix him up, you can do whatever you damn well please to the man. God knows he deserves it."
Slinging a sympathetic arm around the brunette's shoulders, Sam asked, "What's he done now?"
Janet fell backward onto the bed, taking her friend with her. Turning onto her side, she propped herself up on her elbow and said, "Colonel O'Neill is the worst patient I've ever had, bar none." She sighed deeply. "At his last physical, he was a stubborn, pathetic, uncooperative baby." She grinned. "So I stuck him in the ass with the biggest needle I could find."
The blonde winced. "Ouch." She chuckled. "What I wouldn't have given to see the look on his face when you did that…" She shifted to her back, staring up at the ceiling, and asked, "So, you packed yet?"
Janet nodded. "Mm-hm. You?"
Sam gestured to the half-full case to her right. "Almost done."
"Good. General Hammond says we're to leave in half an hour."
Sam grinned. "Sweet."
Janet gave her a look of mock disgust. "Ugh! You've been spending far too much time around Colonel O'Neill."
"Yasureyoubetcha!"
"Oh!" The physician threw her hands up, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
"Yeah, well, at least he doesn't ask you to go fishing with him. I get the begging, pleading, 'please-come-with-me, I-promise-I'll-be-good-for-the-rest-of-my-life,
if-you-don't-come-with-me-I'll-bug-you-and-drive-you-crazy-for-the-rest-of-your-miserable-pathetic-life' look. You know how hard it is to say no to that?"
"I wouldn't know."
"Uh-huh. That's why every time Daniel asks you something non-work-related, you get all worked up and never give him a straight answer."
"Takes one to know one, Major."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. Talk about pathetic…Jack O'Neill follows you around like a lost puppy. If it weren't for those damn regulations, he'd have come after you a long time ago."
Sam's jaw dropped. "I beg your pardon?"
"Are you blind?! The man is hopelessly in love with you!!"
Sam climbed silently off the bed, resuming her packing. "I know, Janet. But there's nothing I can do about it. Not while we're both active in the Air Force and serving under the same command. You know the regs."
"Yes, I do, but I also know you, Sam. You hide your feelings, and it's affected you far more than you let on. I've seen the way you are with him. Sam, you two belong together. You know it, I know it, he knows it…"
"Janet, stop!" Sam's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she met her friend's startled gaze. "I know, okay? I get it."
"I'm sorry, Sam, I didn't mean to…"
"No, Jan, don't be sorry…it's just…" Her hands balled into fists as she paced the length of the room. "It's just so hard, you know? I mean, I have to work side-by-side with him almost every day, but I can't tell him how I feel about him—hell, I can't even look him in the eye anymore!" She turned away. "Besides, who're you to talk? You've got Daniel hanging off your every word—the man's fallen hard for you, Jan. He can't keep his eyes off you when you're in the same room, and he gets this look in his eyes whenever he hears your name. He's civilian, Jan. What's your excuse?"
The room was silent for several minutes as Janet watched Sam finish her packing.
Finally, she said, "I'm scared, Sam."
"Scared? Of what?"
"Of falling in love."
Sam snorted. "Isn't it a bit late for that?"
The doctor threw her a mock-glare. "Very funny. What I meant was, after what happened the last time I let myself get that close to someone, I'm nervous about doing it again. I got hurt, and even though I know Daniel would never do that to me, I'm still afraid."
"Janet?"
"Yeah?"
"Tell him."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
********
"Major Carter, Doctor Fraiser, you have my permission to leave the base." Both women stood, backs straight, and saluted him stiffly.
"Yessir, thank you, sir," they said together.
Hammond softened, smiled. "Sam, Janet, have a good time."
They grinned. "Yes, sir!"
Sam slung her bag over one shoulder and led the way out of the base.
They dropped Cassie's things off at O'Neill's place—she'd be staying with him for the duration of her mother's trip—arrived at Colorado Springs Municipal Airport a half and hour early, and caught their flight thirty minutes later. Once they'd settled into their seats, Sam pulled out her laptop and Janet retrieved the latest medical journal from her bag. They were dead to the world—and each other—until the plane landed at the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport in Washington, DC, three hours later. They disembarked, gathered their luggage, and headed straight for the Sheraton National Hotel. As the Air Force was providing their accommodations, the friends had decided to share a room. They received their keys at the front desk, and dropped their bags on their respective beds three minutes later. They exchanged glances.
"Class-A's?" Sam questioned.
Janet cringed. "Yup."
The blonde sighed, and they both began to don their dress uniforms.
********
Jacob Carter stepped through Earth's Stargate, and was greeted with the business ends of two dozen P-90's. Seeing who it was, the men behind the guns dropped their weapons to their sides, grinning at him.
"Welcome, General," said one sandy-haired airman.
"Airman," he acknowledged. "Where's General Hammond?"
"He's—"
"—right here," a voice finished. Jacob looked up to find the owner of said voice standing in the giant doorway of the Gate Room.
"George!"
"Jacob, good to see you!"
The retired Air Force General's face split into a jovial grin as he followed his old friend out of the Embarkation Room, his eyes searching for his daughter. "Where's Sam?"
"I'm sorry, Jacob, you just missed her. She's in Washington with Doctor Fraiser for a science/medical conference."
His disappointment was obvious as he said, "Oh, all right."
Hammond thought for a moment. "Jacob, have you still got your uniform?"
"Yeah, Sam's got it in her quarters. Why?"
"How would you like to take a trip to DC?"
********
"How was the lecture on new surgical techniques?"
"Good, but nothing they said could ever compare the surgeries I've had to do. I noticed they didn't include exploratory surgery to figure out why there's an explosive surrounding a child's heart, or surgery to fix up a staff weapon blast wound, or surgical removal of a Goa'uld symbiote."
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. This is a great conference, but their theories about wormholes and space and life on other planets—or in other galaxies—are so…antiquated."
Janet gave an unladylike snort. "Kinda hard to impress you when you go through wormholes weekly to save the planet."
"Yeah."
They paused just inside the door, and Sam glanced down for a moment as she dug through her purse for her sunglasses. She slid them on, and they left the building, arguing amiably over where to eat lunch. They were so preoccupied wih their discussion that Sam lost track of what was going on around her, and collided with another woman, throwing them both off-balance. Janet grabbed Sam's upper arm, steadying her, and the blonde turned apologetic eyes on the other woman.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am—ma'am!" Both Janet and Sam stood at attention when they saw the insignia of a Lt. Colonel on the lovely brunette's shoulders.
"As you were, Majors. No need to apologize; neither of us was watching where we were going."
Both women relaxed marginally. "Major Samantha Carter, and this is Major Doctor Janet Fraiser." Sam's eyes took in the woman before her: tall and slim with straight, dark brown hair cut two to three inches below her ears, deep, soulful brown eyes, and graceful features.
The woman smiled warmly. "Lt. Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, but you can call me Mac."
"Then call me Sam."
"You're a Marine, then?"
"Yes. Air Force?"
"Uh-huh. You here for the convention?"
"What? Oh, uh, no—I'm here with my partner. We just finished with a JAG assignment, and now we're getting a few minutes of relaxation before we head back to headquarters."
"JAG? Wow, impressive."
The lawyer shrugged. "It pays the bills. Where're you stationed at?"
Sam and Janet exchanged glances. "Cheyenne Mountain Base."
"What do you do there?"
"Deep space radar telemetry," they answered simultaneously.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, contemplating their words. "So, in other words, it's highly classified, and if you told me you'd have to shoot me?"
"Yep, pretty much," Sam answered, liking this woman a little more with every minute that passed.
"Mac?"
All three women turned at the sound of the voice to find a tall, strikingly handsome Commander in a Navy uniform walking towards them. He was very tall—at least six feet—and had a strong, broad form and short, dark hair, his blue eyes set off by the matching color of his uniform. Mac smiled.
"Sam, Janet, meet my partner, Harm. Harm, this is—"
"Major Samantha Carter."
"Major Doctor Janet Fraiser."
He inclined his head slightly. "Nice to meet you both."
"Harm, they're Air Force."
His eyes lit up. "Really? Ever fly?"
Sam grinned. "Hell, yeah."
Mac groaned. "Oh, no."
Harm raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's not our fault you can't keep your breakfast down when you fly, Marine."
She smirked. "That only happens when I'm flying with you, Sailor."
"Oh, ha-ha. I suppose the fact that you ate a sixteen-ounce steak fifteen minutes before we went up had nothing to do with it?"
"Sam!"
The blonde whirled around, and was shocked to see her father threading his way through the crowd towards her. He emerged several seconds later, looking a little ruffled, and Sam grinned. "Hi! How'd you get here?"
"General Hammond told me where you were, and helped me catch the next flight here."
She hugged him fiercely, uncaring of who saw.
She felt him stiffen in her arms, and from behind her came Mac's voice: "Uncle Matt?"
To be continued… ***Please let me know what you think, and remember, no flames…BelovedOne aka AmandaTeryl725