Spoilers/Tags : 200 (season 10, episode 6)

Disclaimer : Sadly I don't own Stargate SG-1, its characters, places, etc. And this is just for fun.

Note : This is my first fic ever finished, and therefore, published ! Woo ! So, erm, hope it's ok. It's not much, just a little silly piece really, but I hope it will make you smile. Also I'm not a native english speaker and the story is un-beta'd so if mistakes there are, they're all mine - feel free to tell me if anything seems weird, I'm more than willing to improve my writing ! The tag to 200 applies to the second chapter only, so if you've not seen it yet, you can still read the first chapter and come back for the second chapter after you've watched the episode. And that will be fun.

My locker/shower room might be considered slightly off-canon, however the locker rooms in the actual show are a bit confusing, so... I kept the descriptions to a minimum and I think it works (yes, I like canon).

Reviews : Yes, sure, please, duh !

She sighed in relief as she took in the women sign on the door. The journey on P4X-953 hadn't been as "piece of cake" as the Colonel thought it would be. She was beyond exhausted, and so covered in dirt her body actually itched in some very unpleasant places.

Charming. She quickly disrobed from her BDU's and tossed them aside, barely noticing the faint noises rising from the shower area. Another woman had to be in there, so she threw a towel around herself before turning the corner of the lockers.

Oh god.

Definitely not a woman. Definitely the Colonel, and definitely naked.

Did he see me ? - I don't think he did.

Her nerves were fried to death by tiredness, so she poked her head around the lockers again before she could even think about what she was doing.

Ok, he didn't.

The Colonel was currently attempting to dry himself with what Sam quickly identified as the tiniest towel in the whole galaxy (do they even have towels on P4X-953 ?), completely oblivious to her stare. And staring she was.

It's not like she'd never caught good glimpses of him already. Occasionally, their work would put them into awkward and tense situations, and she could even recall throwing her own modesty to the wind a couple of times just to get the damn job (as in, saving the planet) done. But this was different.

He had turned his face slightly, and Sam's look lingered on his unusually relaxed features. The handkerchief-sized towel rubbed the small of his back, and she swallowed hard as her eyes followed the path of a single water drop rolling from the nape of his neck all the way down to his... She had to bit back a very girly moan as the towel was suddenly and unceremoniously dropped on the floor.

- Like what you see there, Carter ?

What. Oh shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.

Her soldier mode back on, she had instantly stiffened to regain her cover behind the lockers.

SHIT.

Her eyes snapped shut. The wave of embarrassement arising in her gut was so intense she thought she was going to be sick.

Don't throw up. Don't throw up. DO NOT throw up.

Then he spoke again. His tone was still teasing, almost sultry.

- Black Ops training, y'know.

Her mouth was dry as freaking Abydos. She so wanted to run and scream like a six-year-old right now.

- Well I guess I did forget to flip the sign on the door, so...

The Colonel had made himself famous among female personnel for his regular neglect of the whole gender signs system in the showers, and though she knew she had absolutely no right to, Sam had soon found the little chitchats and the muffled giggles quite irritating. It's not like he even did it on purpose anyway. Who could possibly care less than the Colonel about flipping a piece of cardboard before jumping under a hot & comforting spray of water ?

- Anyway... Very flattered.

He had rounded the corner and was now facing her, fully dressed in civvies. Had she really stayed there gaping at nothing for that long ?

Get a fucking grip, Carter !

- Sir, if you want to report this...

Her voice sounded weak and unsteady, and god did she hate that. She was actually scared now. Despite the smug smirk the Colonel was sporting and the mischievious twinkle in his dark eyes, ogling at your naked CO's body in the showers still represented a huge stepping out of line.

- Don't be ridiculous, he interrupted softly. I will have my payback one day though, you better count on that.

He was moving dangerously close, and Sam was abruptly reminded of her own lack of proper clothing. Damn those stupid small towels ! Was her cloudy brain playing tricks on her or was he really being openly flirtatious now ?

- So, have a nice shower, Carter. Hope you don't mind, I switched it on freezing cold for you...

He almost backed her up against the metallic doors, leaning in to slightly brush her ear with his lips.

- You look a bit flushed.

They locked eyes and she finally let out a ragged, heavy breath.

Ho...ly Hannah.

He shot her a huge and totally unapologetic grin before he made his nonchalant way to the door, and he was gone.

Oh, damn you, sir.