Title:
Turning the Tables
AUTHOR: Tere C
EMAIL: tere_c@cliffhanger.com
CATEGORY:
Missing Scene
SPOILERS: Through
Redemption Part 2
SEASON / SEQUEL: Season 6
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Addressing Sam
and McKay
STATUS: Complete
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of
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Double Secret Productions, and Gekko
Productions. This story
for entertainment purposes only and no money
whatsoever has exchanged
hands. No copyright infringement is
intended. The situations
and original story are the property of the
author. Not to be archived
without permission of the author.
Sam watched the elevator
doors close in front of her, taking the
colonel to the surface.
This could be the last time they would see
each other and all she
could say was good luck. Damn it, she needed
to say so much more.
Sam turned away from the
elevator bay and headed back to . . .
where? She supposed she
should go back to her lab and work on . . .
something, but she was
really in a holding pattern. It would take
the colonel and the team
of technicians in Nevada to carry out her
plan—Jonas' idea—whatever.
Lab. She really should head to her lab.
At least it would be quiet
there—no McKay.
She really did want to go
with Colonel on this mission. If it didn't
work, life on earth would
effectively come to an end. If it was the
end of the world, she
really would rather go out with him than
without him.
Reaching her lab, she
dimmed the lights and moved her chair to the
corner of the room.
Suddenly tired, she decided to lean against the
wall and rest her eyes . .
. just for a bit.
"Major Carter?"
Sam opened her eyes and
blinked rapidly. Crap. "What!" she snapped.
"Sorry, I was walking
past when I saw you kill the lights—are you
okay?" McKay asked,
actually sounding sincere.
"I'm fine."
"It's just, after
your near electrocution, I—"
"I'm just fine,"
she repeated through clenched teeth. "I'm just
tired."
"Oh, okay. I can get
you something if you want."
"How
about some privacy, huh?"
"Okay, okay, I can take a hint. I'm sorry." Sounding
like a hurt
puppy, McKay walked away,
heading for the door.
"No, stop. I'm sorry.
If this plan doesn't work . . . I'm just
stressed and worried and .
. . I took it out on you."
"Wow, there's a
twist. Humility. Self-doubt. Wouldn't have thought
that from the artist."
Sam closed her eyes to
bite back the retort she wanted to
say. "That's right,
McKay," she laughed. "You should be pleased at
how far the mighty have
fallen."
McKay ran his hand over
his head, frustrated with the change in her
attitude. He pushed
another chair over in front of her and sat down,
clearing his throat in the
process. "Contrary to popular belief, I
don't want you to
fail."
"Yeah, because this
time it's your ass on the line, too, not just
some alien trapped in a
buffer. Hitting a little too close to home
for you, McKay?"
"Look, I'm sorry
about that—I know he's your friend. But, I still
thought you were wrong. It
didn't' work on paper or with everything
I'd studied. And, you got
lucky, too. I'm surprised your trick
worked and that you got
him out. I'm also surprised that you didn't
blow the facility to hell
when the DHD malfunctioned."
Sam looked up at him and
nodded. "Confession good for the soul,
McKay? You better stop now before you actually start to convince
me
you've got one."
"Ooh, sarcasm. You
pick up that defense mechanism from O'Neill?"
Her eyes flashed at that
remark. "Get out, McKay."
"What, struck a nerve, Major Carter? Ah, I get it. This
isn't about
your fear of failure at
all. It's about spending your last hours on
this planet alone, isn't
it?"
"I would be alone if
you would just leave."
"You're evading the
question, Carter."
"What question is
that, McKay?"
"I'll leave that for
you to figure out. Call me if you . . . uh,
want me, Major," he
said standing, the innuendo obvious.
Sam stood to face him,
inches from his face. "'If I want you?' Like
in a "last man on
earth" sort of way or in an `Oh my God, we're going
to die' sort of way?"
McKay smiled, "Either
works for me, Major."
She suddenly had the urge
to turn the tables on him, give him what he
thinks he really wants.
She stepped closer and lightly ran her hand
up body, starting at his
thigh and ending on his chest. "What about
this, McKay?" Sam brought up her other hand to ruffle his
hair. "Does this work
for you?"
A look of fear registered
in his eyes and Sam fought the urge to
laugh at his reaction.
"Uhm, Major."
"What, McKay? Isn't
this what you want?" She took his hand and
placed it at her waist,
pressing her body suggestively against his as
she slid her other hand
from his chest to the back of his neck and
leaned in closer. She felt
his body stiffen nervously against her as
she pressed her lips
against his neck, his ear, before
whispering. "McKay,
if we're about to die, why don't you give a girl
a break? I'm calling you
on your offer."
"H-here?
Now?"
She continued to nibble at
his ear, squelching the shudder that
threatened. She didn't
want to give her sense of revulsion
away. "The door
locks. Where there's a will . . ." Her hand
continued to wander,
lingering at the top of his waistband and belt.
"I, uh,"
"Come on, Sexy. You
know it's what you want. You've done nothing
but encourage this. Are
you going to take me on, or am I too much
woman for you?" she
purred, trailing kisses across his cheek and jaw
line between each
sentence, her tone just obvious enough to clue in
McKay of her deceit.
Breathing heavily, he
pushed away from her, stepping back with a
shocked expression
plastered to his face. "Y-y-you . . . why?"
"Why? You've done nothing but bait me with remarks bordering
on
sexual harassment since we
met. I thought a dose of your own
medicine might be
educational. I don't know what your problem is,
but get this, McKay, we
may have to work together in the future,
that's if the colonel's
mission is successful, and I don't ever want
to have to put up with
your crap again. Don't think I won't call you
on it. Do you understand
me?"
McKay stood there,
stunned, unable to process how easily she played
him. "Yes. You're
right. It's just, you're a beautiful woman and—"
"And you thought your
lewd comments would make me interested? Think
again, McKay. Try being
yourself and not this . . . whatever front
you've worn since you got
here. No woman wants to be treated the way
you've treated me."
"All
right. You've made your point."
"Okay. That, being
said, I'm sorry. Believe me, I didn't enjoy that
anymore than you
did."
"Oh, I didn't say I
didn't—okay, okay. I won't say it. I'm sorry
you felt that
uncomfortable. I had no idea. I'll leave now."
"I think that's
best."
"Business
only. I won't . . ."
"Fine. Good. Thanks,
I appreciate it."
"Get some rest,
Major. I'm sure we'll be busy in a few hours," McKay
said as he left, an uneasy truce between them.
After he'd cleared the
room, Sam shook off the shudder she felt
during her seduction
scene. His were certainly not the last pair of
arms she wanted to feel
around her if . . . If isn't going to happen,
she told herself. This is
going to work and the colonel's going to
make it. They all would.
They had to. There was no other option.
Besides, Anubis' impromptu appearance derailed her decision to join
him in the commissary. He
still owed her a piece of cake, and she
had every intention of
collecting.
The End
