Title: Consequences
Author: faroutdragon1@livejournal.com
Archive: Sure, with permission
Warnings: Some sex, but not that graphic
Spoilers: Grace
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, all I can do is play with these wonderful characters. They are not mine.
Author's Note: I wrote this fic because I am pretty tired of seeing all those fluffy fics with Sam and Jack having sex, then everything being all lovey-dovey, and no one getting in trouble or anything. It takes place after the season seven episode Grace.
Feedback: PLEASE!!! I am a sucker for feedback, so please give it to me!
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CARTER: Came to give me a pep talk?
O'NEILL: That's what friends are for.
CARTER: Friends?
O'NEILL: Hey. This is you talking here. Might as well be honest.
CARTER: What if I quit the Air Force? Would that change anything or is it just an excuse?
O'NEILL: I would never ask you to give up your career.
CARTER: Because you don't feel anything for me?
O'NEILL: Carter.
CARTER: I'd let you go right now if I knew.
O'NEILL: That easy?
CARTER: I didn't say it would be easy.
Samantha Carter lay on the bed in the Infirmiry. Doctor Janet Fraiser was still uneasy about letting her get up out of bed, after her experience on the Prometheus. Colonel O'Neill had come in several times to see her. She couldn't believe the mistake she had made the first time he had come. She had called him Jack. Of course, she had quickly switched back into the familiar "Sir," but she couldn't shake the thought of what she had hallucinated on the Prometheus.
CARTER: One last thing.
She leaned forward, and their lips touched lightly. His hand, calloused yet soft, lifted to her cheek, and the kiss deepened.
God, she needed to stop thinking of that. He was her superior officer, and neither of them could afford to lose their jobs over each other. Sighing deeply, she tried to put the thoughts of Colonel O'Neill out of her head.
Janet came running to her bedside. She must have heard me sigh, Sam thought briefly, before Janet picked up the phone beside her bed and said, "Sir, she's awake." Leaning over Sam, Janet clicked her penlight on and flashed it into her eyes. "How are you feeling, Sam?"
Groaning, Sam blinked a few times in the light, and said, "Ah, I was fine until you shined that in my eyes."
Hearing footsteps come into the Infirmiry, Janet turned the light off and turned to the visitors. Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, and Colonel O'Neill were standing in the doorway; all of them looking worried. "How is she, Doc?" Jack asked, while Daniel and Teal'c went over to Sam's bedside.
"Well, Colonel, I'd say she needs to rest for another couple of days, but other than that she seems to be fine."
Daniel smiled briefly at Sam, but she could tell he, too, was worried about her. "Hey, Sam," he said hesitantly, "how you feeling?" She pulled herself up into a sitting position, ignoring Janet's protests. Smiling back at Daniel, she replied, "Other than the fact that my head feels like I have a nail through it, I'm fine."
Jack, by that time, had appeared at the other side of her bed, and he cocked his head to the side. "Hey, that's my line," he said, in mock annoyance. Sam gave a half-laugh, and touched her head.
"I am glad that you are all right, MajorCarter," Teal'c said, bowing his head slightly to her.
"Thanks, Teal'c."
Daniel turned to Teal'c, and noticed him looking pointedly at Jack. Daniel looked too, then down at Sam. "Ah," he said, "Uh, Teal'c, why don't you and I go -- work on translating that wall that we found on P3X-673."
Teal'c nodded, and replied, "I believe that is a good idea, DanielJackson. MajorCarter, if you require anything, you may call."
"Thanks again, Teal'c. I will." As Daniel and Teal'c turned to walk out, Sam suddenly remembered something, and called, "Wait! Daniel! Do you remember when you were ascended?" Daniel furrowed his eyebrows, and his lips pursed slightly. "Not much. Why?"
Grinning, Sam replied, "Well, it's really kind of dumb, but when I was on the Prometheus, I was -- hallucinating. And one of my hallucinations took the form of you, and he was pretty annoying. So, I was just wondering if you were annoying when you were ascended?"
Daniel looked extremely confused, but he answered. "I don't know, I guess it depends on who you ask. I thought I had a certain je ne sais quoi."
Sam tried hard not to burst out laughing, but she failed miserably. Daniel looked at Jack, and asked, "What did I say?" Jack shrugged, and sat in the chair next to Sam's bed. Daniel put his arm on Teal'c's shoulder, and they walked out of the Infirmiry.
"So, Carter, you hallucinated about Daniel?" Jack asked, making Sam turn her attention back to him. Oh no, she thought, before she hesitatingly answered, "Well, yes, sir."
"Did you ... hallucinate ... about anyone else? Or is Daniel the only lucky guy?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, sir, I saw all of SG-1, and my dad."
Jack tried hard to suppress a grin, as he replied, "Wow, Carter, I didn't think you went that way."
Sam's eyes widened in shock. "Sir!"
"Sorry, Carter. I couldn't help it."
Jack looked around the room slowly, and Sam could tell that he was dying to ask what she had hallucinated about him. She decided to torture him a little by making him ask her, rather than just giving him that information.
"You called me Jack when you first got back."
Oh, so this is the way he's going to go, Sam thought. Nodding slowly, she agreed with him. "Yes, sir, I did, but I said I was sorry, sir."
Looking down at her, she could see deep into his brown eyes. "I know you did, but the question is, why did you call me Jack? We've never really been on a first name basis."
"That's true, sir," Sam replied, trying to deflect his question.
Jack waited expectantly. Damn, he's not going to let it go that easily. "Well, sir, since my hallucinations were part of me, the hallucination of you told me to call him Jack." Stopping for a moment, she added, "Sir."
Jack couldn't help but give a chuckle. "Okay, Carter. I'll take that for now. But I want to know more at some point."
"You can read my full report, sir."
He stared into her eyes again, and she felt herself become weak. She was glad that she was already sitting. "You know what I mean."
He stood and walked to the door of the Infirmiry, before turning and saying quietly, again, "You know what I mean, Sam."
Jack walked out of the Infirmiry, and Sam laid back down, with a feeling of relief. She hated confrontations with her superior officer. Leaning her head against the fluffy white pillow, she closed her eyes, only to open them again at the sound of a clearing throat. Janet was standing next to the bed, looking quizzical.
"What was that about, Sam?" she asked slowly.
Sam sighed, and answered, "I really don't know, Janet. I don't know."
Sleeping on and off for the next two days, Samantha Carter finally got up enough strength that Doctor Fraiser let her go home.
"I don't want you driving, though, Sam," she said, as Sam pulled on her jacket in the doorway of the Infirmiry.
"Hey, Doc, I heard you were letting Carter go home for a few days?" Sam heard a voice behind her and glanced over her shoulder, already knowing that it was the Colonel. "I could drive her home."
Sam turned back to Janet, and said, "No, sir, that's not necessary. I'm fine, and I can drive."
Seeing Janet's raised eyebrow, Sam hesitated, and Jack quipped, "Doctor's orders, Carter. Come on."
Rolling her eyes slightly, Sam pulled her left arm through her jacket, and walked down the hallway, trailing her superior officer. When they reached the lift, she stood next to him. She could feel something different in the air, but she wasn't sure what it was.
"So, Carter, you're feeling better, then?" Jack asked slowly, as they ascended from level 23 up to the surface.
"Yes, sir, thank you."
Jack shifted his weight, which brought him closer to Sam's right shoulder. Without even realizing it, Sam's breathing became a little quicker. "How long are you going to be staying home?"
"Uh, well, Janet said two to three days. But, I think I'll be fine to come in tomorrow, sir." Sam could feel his body heat, and it was making her feel a little light-headed.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea, Carter. You should follow the good Doc's orders."
Without meaning to, Sam retorted quickly, "Oh, like you do?" Realizing how rude that had sounded, she weakly added, "sir?" to the end of her statement. Jack moved away from her slightly, and looked at the wall a moment before saying, "I guess you think I deserved that? Remember that I am your superior officer, Carter. I didn't want to do this, but -- I'm giving you a direct order. You are to stay at your house until Doc Fraiser says that you can come back."
Sam could feel the anger in his voice, and she winced inwardly at the order. "Yes, sir."
They reached the surface, and Jack walked swiftly to his Jeep, with Sam following submissively behind.
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TO BE CONTINUED ...
Author: faroutdragon1@livejournal.com
Archive: Sure, with permission
Warnings: Some sex, but not that graphic
Spoilers: Grace
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, all I can do is play with these wonderful characters. They are not mine.
Author's Note: I wrote this fic because I am pretty tired of seeing all those fluffy fics with Sam and Jack having sex, then everything being all lovey-dovey, and no one getting in trouble or anything. It takes place after the season seven episode Grace.
Feedback: PLEASE!!! I am a sucker for feedback, so please give it to me!
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CARTER: Came to give me a pep talk?
O'NEILL: That's what friends are for.
CARTER: Friends?
O'NEILL: Hey. This is you talking here. Might as well be honest.
CARTER: What if I quit the Air Force? Would that change anything or is it just an excuse?
O'NEILL: I would never ask you to give up your career.
CARTER: Because you don't feel anything for me?
O'NEILL: Carter.
CARTER: I'd let you go right now if I knew.
O'NEILL: That easy?
CARTER: I didn't say it would be easy.
Samantha Carter lay on the bed in the Infirmiry. Doctor Janet Fraiser was still uneasy about letting her get up out of bed, after her experience on the Prometheus. Colonel O'Neill had come in several times to see her. She couldn't believe the mistake she had made the first time he had come. She had called him Jack. Of course, she had quickly switched back into the familiar "Sir," but she couldn't shake the thought of what she had hallucinated on the Prometheus.
CARTER: One last thing.
She leaned forward, and their lips touched lightly. His hand, calloused yet soft, lifted to her cheek, and the kiss deepened.
God, she needed to stop thinking of that. He was her superior officer, and neither of them could afford to lose their jobs over each other. Sighing deeply, she tried to put the thoughts of Colonel O'Neill out of her head.
Janet came running to her bedside. She must have heard me sigh, Sam thought briefly, before Janet picked up the phone beside her bed and said, "Sir, she's awake." Leaning over Sam, Janet clicked her penlight on and flashed it into her eyes. "How are you feeling, Sam?"
Groaning, Sam blinked a few times in the light, and said, "Ah, I was fine until you shined that in my eyes."
Hearing footsteps come into the Infirmiry, Janet turned the light off and turned to the visitors. Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, and Colonel O'Neill were standing in the doorway; all of them looking worried. "How is she, Doc?" Jack asked, while Daniel and Teal'c went over to Sam's bedside.
"Well, Colonel, I'd say she needs to rest for another couple of days, but other than that she seems to be fine."
Daniel smiled briefly at Sam, but she could tell he, too, was worried about her. "Hey, Sam," he said hesitantly, "how you feeling?" She pulled herself up into a sitting position, ignoring Janet's protests. Smiling back at Daniel, she replied, "Other than the fact that my head feels like I have a nail through it, I'm fine."
Jack, by that time, had appeared at the other side of her bed, and he cocked his head to the side. "Hey, that's my line," he said, in mock annoyance. Sam gave a half-laugh, and touched her head.
"I am glad that you are all right, MajorCarter," Teal'c said, bowing his head slightly to her.
"Thanks, Teal'c."
Daniel turned to Teal'c, and noticed him looking pointedly at Jack. Daniel looked too, then down at Sam. "Ah," he said, "Uh, Teal'c, why don't you and I go -- work on translating that wall that we found on P3X-673."
Teal'c nodded, and replied, "I believe that is a good idea, DanielJackson. MajorCarter, if you require anything, you may call."
"Thanks again, Teal'c. I will." As Daniel and Teal'c turned to walk out, Sam suddenly remembered something, and called, "Wait! Daniel! Do you remember when you were ascended?" Daniel furrowed his eyebrows, and his lips pursed slightly. "Not much. Why?"
Grinning, Sam replied, "Well, it's really kind of dumb, but when I was on the Prometheus, I was -- hallucinating. And one of my hallucinations took the form of you, and he was pretty annoying. So, I was just wondering if you were annoying when you were ascended?"
Daniel looked extremely confused, but he answered. "I don't know, I guess it depends on who you ask. I thought I had a certain je ne sais quoi."
Sam tried hard not to burst out laughing, but she failed miserably. Daniel looked at Jack, and asked, "What did I say?" Jack shrugged, and sat in the chair next to Sam's bed. Daniel put his arm on Teal'c's shoulder, and they walked out of the Infirmiry.
"So, Carter, you hallucinated about Daniel?" Jack asked, making Sam turn her attention back to him. Oh no, she thought, before she hesitatingly answered, "Well, yes, sir."
"Did you ... hallucinate ... about anyone else? Or is Daniel the only lucky guy?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, sir, I saw all of SG-1, and my dad."
Jack tried hard to suppress a grin, as he replied, "Wow, Carter, I didn't think you went that way."
Sam's eyes widened in shock. "Sir!"
"Sorry, Carter. I couldn't help it."
Jack looked around the room slowly, and Sam could tell that he was dying to ask what she had hallucinated about him. She decided to torture him a little by making him ask her, rather than just giving him that information.
"You called me Jack when you first got back."
Oh, so this is the way he's going to go, Sam thought. Nodding slowly, she agreed with him. "Yes, sir, I did, but I said I was sorry, sir."
Looking down at her, she could see deep into his brown eyes. "I know you did, but the question is, why did you call me Jack? We've never really been on a first name basis."
"That's true, sir," Sam replied, trying to deflect his question.
Jack waited expectantly. Damn, he's not going to let it go that easily. "Well, sir, since my hallucinations were part of me, the hallucination of you told me to call him Jack." Stopping for a moment, she added, "Sir."
Jack couldn't help but give a chuckle. "Okay, Carter. I'll take that for now. But I want to know more at some point."
"You can read my full report, sir."
He stared into her eyes again, and she felt herself become weak. She was glad that she was already sitting. "You know what I mean."
He stood and walked to the door of the Infirmiry, before turning and saying quietly, again, "You know what I mean, Sam."
Jack walked out of the Infirmiry, and Sam laid back down, with a feeling of relief. She hated confrontations with her superior officer. Leaning her head against the fluffy white pillow, she closed her eyes, only to open them again at the sound of a clearing throat. Janet was standing next to the bed, looking quizzical.
"What was that about, Sam?" she asked slowly.
Sam sighed, and answered, "I really don't know, Janet. I don't know."
Sleeping on and off for the next two days, Samantha Carter finally got up enough strength that Doctor Fraiser let her go home.
"I don't want you driving, though, Sam," she said, as Sam pulled on her jacket in the doorway of the Infirmiry.
"Hey, Doc, I heard you were letting Carter go home for a few days?" Sam heard a voice behind her and glanced over her shoulder, already knowing that it was the Colonel. "I could drive her home."
Sam turned back to Janet, and said, "No, sir, that's not necessary. I'm fine, and I can drive."
Seeing Janet's raised eyebrow, Sam hesitated, and Jack quipped, "Doctor's orders, Carter. Come on."
Rolling her eyes slightly, Sam pulled her left arm through her jacket, and walked down the hallway, trailing her superior officer. When they reached the lift, she stood next to him. She could feel something different in the air, but she wasn't sure what it was.
"So, Carter, you're feeling better, then?" Jack asked slowly, as they ascended from level 23 up to the surface.
"Yes, sir, thank you."
Jack shifted his weight, which brought him closer to Sam's right shoulder. Without even realizing it, Sam's breathing became a little quicker. "How long are you going to be staying home?"
"Uh, well, Janet said two to three days. But, I think I'll be fine to come in tomorrow, sir." Sam could feel his body heat, and it was making her feel a little light-headed.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea, Carter. You should follow the good Doc's orders."
Without meaning to, Sam retorted quickly, "Oh, like you do?" Realizing how rude that had sounded, she weakly added, "sir?" to the end of her statement. Jack moved away from her slightly, and looked at the wall a moment before saying, "I guess you think I deserved that? Remember that I am your superior officer, Carter. I didn't want to do this, but -- I'm giving you a direct order. You are to stay at your house until Doc Fraiser says that you can come back."
Sam could feel the anger in his voice, and she winced inwardly at the order. "Yes, sir."
They reached the surface, and Jack walked swiftly to his Jeep, with Sam following submissively behind.
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TO BE CONTINUED ...