Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own the Stargate or the characters. I'm just playing with them. Original storylines or characters are mine, though.
A/N: I was bored of writing scholarship essays and frustrated with my other fic so I spit this out. The whole story is basically S/J fluff to relieve my stress. Maybe some angst later on. I haven't had it beta-ed or anything so sorry if it has a bunch of grammar errors. Also, this chapter is short. Just so ya know. Okay, now read!
Chapter One
Sam was completely engrossed in her latest doohickey. She'd been working on it since she'd arrived on base that morning. Because she was so fascinated by the object, she didn't even hear the Colonel walk up behind her.
"Carter." She jumped at the sound of his voice and turned around to see Colonel O'Neill peering over her shoulder at her work.
"Hi, sir," she responded.
"Been workin' on this all day?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Time to go home, Carter." Sam glanced at her watch.
"It's only 2330."
"Exactly you're going to get home and to sleep before midnight for once."
"But sir . . ." she began her protest.
"Ahh!" He interrupted. "No buts about it. You're going home and resting tonight. And that's an order. This thing probably doesn't even have a purpose."
"Sir . . ." she tried one more time to object.
"Carter!"
"Yes, sir," she said with resignation, and began to shut down her laptop.
"Good job, Major," Jack said as he strode out of her lab. Carter shook her head and smiled at his retreating figure as she prepared to go home.
Jack O'Neill glanced at his watch: 0010. He his fingers through his hair as he groggily tried to figure out what had woken him. Last he remembered he'd been working on mission reports in the commissary. Apparently he'd fallen asleep on them. He jumped as his phone rang shrilly. Well that explained the waking up.
"O'Neill," he answered gruffly.
"Hello, this is Nurse Larson from the Colorado Springs Hospital. We have a Samantha Carter here and she had this number programmed into her phone to call in an emergency. Are you able to come to the hospital right now?" Jack sat up a little straighter, suddenly alert. Carter plus hospital equals not good.
"Yeah, is she okay?"
"We'd prefer to discuss the matter in person. If you could . . ." Jack didn't even hear what the nurse wanted to do because he had already snapped his phone shut and headed out of the base. He had to get to that hospital . . . to Sam, right away.