Only Fools Fall In Love
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, kind of a good thing though…
Jack sighed, something he'd been doing a lot of recently. He was walking around the SGC aimlessly at the moment thinking of a favorite major of his. For Christ's sake, the colonel thought, we already sound like a married couple! Though, that wouldn't be all that bad…He thought about the very odd scenario he and Sam Carter had played out early…
Six Hours Before
Jack walked around the corner to enter Sam's lab and say hello before leaving on vacation given to SG-1 as a reward on saving Earth from impending doom… again.
"Oh Carter? Soo…when are ya…" he paused when he strolled in. Major Carter was balanced precariously on top of a bookshelf trying to reach something. Jack stopped and put his hands on his hips. "What the hell are you doing up there Carter?" he wondered. She turned around to face him, while trying to keep her balance, and flashed a gorgeous smile at him. He melted at the sight of it.
"Hi sir, I'm trying to reach a paper that I did on the Stargate before the first team went through to Abydos." Jack walked over to help her find the thing. He noticed a stool next to the shelf that made getting on top of the bookshelf much easier; Sam must have passed right over it in her haste. The two were facing each other over the dusty top of the shelf and Jack smiled. Carter moved some of the papers around, dust flew, and it all went up Jack's nose.
"AAAAHHH-CHHHOOOOO!!!" That started the domino effect. Sam laughed, startled at the sneeze and lost her balance. She fell from the shelf onto her desk and finally to the floor. Jack flew backwards, hit the wall, and crumpled at the base of it. Jack held his ankle in pain while Sam lay on the floor, still laughing somehow. She was nursing a broken arm from hitting the desk side. Daniel happened to be walking past, seeing if any of his friends wanted to go to dinner with Teal'c and him. He heard the loud crashes and thumps on the floor. The last thing he heard, before actually seeing it, was Sam's weak laughing. Daniel walked in the room slowly.
"Jack? Sam?" Daniel asked suspiciously. "What happened?" Jack rolled onto his knees and tried to get up, but only fell back down.
"And up… ah, no. No ups for me…" he muttered. Jack peeked out of the corner of his eye to see his friend standing there, in Sam's doorway, giving them both a very strange look. The colonel resigned to looking at the ceiling. "Hi Daniel."
"Hi Jack… uh, what's up?" Daniel wanted to know. He was contemplating calling the infirmary, if the two needed it. Jack stole a look at Daniel again before answering.
"The ceiling, why?" Hearing Sam still giggling at something, he rolled over onto his stomach. "Carter? How are you?"
Sam inched her way over to a wall and propped herself up against it and giggled slightly. "Daniel? Colonel?" she acknowledged.
"Hello Sam," the archeologist greeted slowly. She flashed a silly grin at both of the men. "Sam, you didn't answer Jack's question, how are you feeling after that?"
"I'm drunk." With that she passed out.
Sam found herself in the infirmary, not to long after her mishap with her bookshelf. She looked over and got to see the colonel have a big shot shoved up his butt. For what, she didn't know. She suppressed a laugh at the poor man's face. Actually, Sam thought, the nurse's face was funnier after hearing Jack. She sat up in the bed and noticed that her arm was held in a sling. Frasier popped up at Sam's side.
"Hey Jan? What's up?" she wondered. What had she done? Had she been the reason for the needle that had recently gone up his ass?
Frasier turned her head to the x-rays that were hanging up and looked back at her friend. "Actually Sam, I was hoping you could tell me that." Jack, though on crutches, hobbled over to her and Frasier shot him a look that could have easily brought down a herd of elephants. "Colonel, you're supposed to be resting your ankle… in bed!" Jack looked up at her, but he resigned to his post in the bed, but not without a rebellious comment.
"Napoleonic power-monger…"he muttered to himself. Frasier looked proud. "So Carter, what the hell were you doing on top of that bookcase anyway??" He decided, for the moment, not to bring up the face that she was truly drunk at the time. Sam thought, and thought hard.
"I was looking for a paper that I did a long time ago, before you and your team went through the gate to Abydos… that's all I remember…" she trailed off. Jack and Janet could tell she was a little worried. It was natural if you experienced memory loss.
"Are you sure that's all you remember after looking for the paper?" Frasier asked kindly. "Do you know why you were looking for it Sam?"
"No, I don't quite remember, I think… General Hammond… wanted it… oh no," she remembered quite clearly now. She looked at O'Neill and blushed horribly. That's when Janet knew that it had to be something between her and the colonel, but as she looked at Jack, he shows no signs that he knew it as an inside joke. In fact, he looked utterly confused. Sam tried to explain as best she could.
"It was yesterday, I was in my lab working on that new reactor we brought back from P9X-753, I was trying to see if I could get it to be more stable by adding more atoms to it so it would become more stable. After that, I went…" Jack interrupted.
"Carter! There's going to be no more technobabble, understood?" he ordered.
Sam nodded. "There wasn't going to be anymore, sir." Jack nodded in understanding and sarcasm. The major continued. "Anyway, I was heading towards your office, where we had that… conversation…" Jack remembered that. It had a lot to do about love, money, and dinner. Sam had declined Jack's invitation to Minnesota, again, dinner, and free time together because she had to work on the reactor do-hickey. Janet pretended not to know what they were talking about. "Sometime after leaving your office and coming back to mine, I must have dosed off on my desk. I had an… interesting dream sir." Sam refused to meet his gaze and immediately Jack had an idea at what the dream was about. Janet paled and blushed at the same time. Frasier checked her watch.
"Ooh! I have to go to a meeting with the general," she said sincerely. "I'll leave you two alone so Sam can finish her story." With that, the short doctor left. Jack thanked her silently. Both of them were sitting upright in their beds and had they legs hanging over the side. Once Janet left, Sam sighed deeply and warned hid CO.
"Sir, this is… awkward, but I know you have a million questions for me, so please, try not to interrupt me," she pleaded. He smiled sarcastically.
"Ya sure, ya betcha!" he grinned. Sam joined him.
"Okay, my dream, right…" Sam took a deep breath before continuing. "I had this dream; it was you and me… in your house. I was driving around and,"
"Found yourself there," they both finished and smiled. "Right, you invited me in for a beer and/or wine and I graciously accepted." Jack nodded at this. "You invited me out to dinner at O'Malley's, which I also accepted." Jack smiled this time knowing that his 'love' couldn't turn down a decent, proper steak at the local place. "We went, meet Daniel and Teal'c and we played pool and drank… a lot…even you were surprised sir. After I passed out the first time, you took me back to your house and… 'invited' me into your bedroom…" Sam blushed and it spread all the way down her neck. Jack was amused.
"Sir, I don't have to explain what went on, do I?" she asked imploringly.
"No," But I wouldn't mind if you did, Samantha…
"Thank you sir," she was massively relieved. "Well, anyway, somehow I ended back up in my office and I thought it was still part of the dream or that it was all real." Sam gulped hard; she didn't believe she was actually admitting this to her commanding officer. "So I avoided you and went straight to O'Malley's and picked up a few hard drinks, sir."
O'Neill looked skeptical. "A few major?" he remarked sarcastically. Sam blushed and whispered very quietly; first she looked around to see that there was no one else to hear her confession.
"I had eight hard whiskeys…sir," she murmured. Jack was taken back; he didn't know that the major was that hardy!
"Eight?!" he whisper-yelled. "Eight hard whiskeys?! God Carter, I knew you were hardy, but not that hard." He was gonna go nuts! Eight whiskeys to what?... to help her forget?! Oh no… "Carter?" he said softly and firmly. He grabbed her chin as it tried to pull away. "Look at me Carter." Their eyes, one set brown and the other set blue, matched and neither tried to drop their gaze. "Were you trying to forget what happened in your dream or what you thought was the real world?" he prompted. "Why?" The brown eyes held their own as he searched though the depths of Sam's soul to find the elusive answer. Now Jack was amazed that he was coming out with this. "Don't you love me?"
Sam pulled away, refusing to meet his eyes. Neither said anything for a while. She looked up, slowly, at her friend and co-worker, more importantly, her commanding officer. "Yes, I do. You know that sir," she stated as the love and caring for him flew into her eyes. Jack put a silent finger to her lips and shook his head.
"Not sir… Sam, not when we're alone." She nodded slowly. They both came together as Jack went to get off her bed, too close. They halted in time. They both urged together then back, afraid to break regulations and each other's hearts. Jack finally decided. He backed off cautiously; he didn't have Sam hurt in any other way. Sam wanted her way. She grabbed at O'Neill with her one good arm. Ah, what the hell, Carter thought.
"Carter…" he protested, yet made no movement to resist it. Sam started to get a little frisky in the mouth, as if she was trying to get in years of happiness into one moment. Jack started to protest slightly again. "Mmrmmrmm…. Mrgmmm, marmer…" but Jack started to get himself involved as well. Sam pulled apart and Jack jumped back, thinking that Sam had seen someone watching them.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!" Frasier ran in.
"What happened?!"
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