Heroes of America and Saviours of the World

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, I don't make money from this story. So hahaha to all those lawyers wanting to sue someone; not gonna be me!!!!!!!

Season: Eight (Ranks and Post Lost City)

Pairings: Sam/Jack (Daniel/Sara)

Summary: The President arranges a black and white ball to celebrate the a actions of all those who helped defeat Anubis !!!!

Author's Note: I guessed the timing on this by the first/second season, the time difference between (where SG-1 blow up Cor'el and Apophis' Ha'taks) and Secrets (when Sam and Jack get presented with medals for their actions), so this would be like half way through the eight season and I'm hoping by then Sam would have dumped Pete (no offence to the guy but Sam and Jack are a really cute couple)



The world was safe once again, for now at least.

Another gou'ald attack had been thwarted by SG-1 and with the help of their comrades in the skies that made their plan possible. The brave actions of those involved decided President Hayes were to be commended and celebrated at large Black and White ball in Washington and the White House no less. And so with skeleton crew guarding the SGC, General O'Neill, Lieutenant Colonel Carter, Daniel Jackson and Teal'c made their way to the event. Around 100 officers where present, they filed into one off the largest rooms in the white house, donned in a sea of black and white. They where instructed to attend the ball relaxed with no mention of rank or salute, here they would celebrate as equals, the heroes of America and the saviours of the World; each act no matter how small that contributed to the victory of this grand battle was to be celebrated. Alcohol flowed graciously, music swelled through the air as formalities and speeches concluded.

'Mr President! Fine speech, sir, just the way I like them.' Came the confidant voice of the new general and commander of the SGC.

'Short and to the point, George said that it was your style.' Replied the older man, taking the generals hand in his own.

'It's an honour to finally meet you in person sir'

'The honour is all mine, I feel like I'm meeting a legend' Hayes said slightly in awe, adopting the aura of a man meeting his hero for just a moment.

'A commander is only as good as his team sir. The SGC and SG-1 are the best I've ever worked with.'

'Ah where are Samantha, Daniel and Teal'c?'

'Sam is no doubt working the crowd, she takes that after her father, General Carter, Daniel will be with Sara I don't think you'll see them part for more than ten minutes the entire evening! Teal'c I believe will stay close to those he knows or stand silently in a corner somewhere, with orange juice in hand of course' Jack said with a smile, his team was his family and their ways and natures known well to him that he could easily guess what they would be doing.

The President grinned, as Jacks words proved true with just a glimpse around the room; Sam was indeed dancing with a high ranking officer in the USAF, Daniel was with Sara getting a drink and Teal'c was having a conversation with General Hammond, no doubt catching up on old times, an orange juice present in his right hand.

'You've got them all figured out Jack haven't you,' adding his own smile as he could see the scene before him and that every word he had said was true.

'Well sir, seven years does tend to do things to people, I would say that we are practically family after what we've been through together.'

'True, True.' He said thoughtfully, with a slight frown he added, ' I'm afraid I must leave soon I have a meeting in Europe in 12 hours and I don't want to keep you from enjoying the band my assistant went to the trouble of hiring' he said almost longingly, 'Not to mention a fare bit of dancing and room working you must need to do as well!' he said a slight twinkle of mischief in his eye as he assumed a USAF General would soon lose his striking dance partner.

'Yes sir' said Jack almost relieved, the president was a nice guy and all but he was the president for crying out loud, and that kinda' thing just puts pressure on a guy!

In need of a drink, Jack lazily drifted in the direction of the bar through the throng of people talking amongst themselves on the plush thick carpet. Picking up a glass of champagne (What they where out of beer!) he loosened the noose that was his bow tie, that threatened to strangle him right then and there right there and then in his very own Tux. Yup, that's right people Jack O'Neill had his own Tux, you know just lying around for just such an occasion. Top button now undone and drink in hand he went in search of his team. Even now when they where 'all grown-up' and going out on missions of their own Jack couldn't help but retain some of his mother-hen- like tendencies.

Teal'c was the first and the easiest to find. Put that man in a forest and you couldn't find him for days but here his height, stature and gold emblem on his forehead made the stoic figure stand out from the crowd. Nodding his head ever so slightly to the jazzy tune now being played he made his way to his loyal friend, grinning slightly as he approached, for he could see the orange juice clasped in the figures hand.

'Hey T.' he said taking his post next to the Jaffa.

'O'Neill' he replied in his usual tone.

'So had any wild parties since I seen you last?' Jack quipped.

'O'Neill this Ball is not un-domesticated in any way, in fact in the time that you have been gone I have danced with both Colonel Carter and Sara Gardener, it was most enjoyable.'

O'Neill chuckled knowing full well that the Jaffa knew that he was joking, and replied with of his own Teal'c like jokes. However Teal'c being Teal'c he did not display his amusement.

'You looked thrilled T. though I suppose dancing with two beautiful women in one night can do that to a man.'

'And what of yourself O'Neill?'

'Ah' he said shoulders sinking, ' I've been doing the good general bit and talking to other generals.' There was a hint of jealousy in his voice, he would have gladly swapped the last three hours of meeting, greeting and sucking up to your superiors just for some fun and a couple of dances, or more in Sam's case not that he'd tell anyone.

'Perhaps you should partake in a dance O'Neill.' The usually silent man spoke, which made advice such as that rare and to be appreciated as such.

The Jaffa could easily guess what the younger man was thinking, the idea of SG-1 being a family worked in all directions; meaning that as well as Jack could predict Teal'c's actions, Teal'c could do the same. If not the Jaffa was even more apt at understanding the working's of his friend's mind, after all Teal'c had had perhaps half a century more of practice and the stoic warrior mask, and the thought that goes into it.

Nodding, Jack took serious consideration of Teal'c's suggestion.

'I think I'll check on Danny first.' He said spotting him and Sara on the far side of the room. ' Don't forget Cinderella, magic wears out at midnight so that's when the carriage is going to pick us up.'

'Indeed' a ghost of a smile passing over the tall, broad figures face.

'Daniel!' he said with no avail.

'Space Monkey!' a few strange looks plus an extremely exasperated one shot in his direction.

'Jack, why do you insist on calling me that?'

'Because when you pull that face of yours I'm sure Sara here thinks it's sexy!'

At this Sara laughed as the general chuckled, even Daniel had a smile on his face, but it quickly changed to a smirk as he moved in on Sara and whispered something briefly in her ear that had her instantly giggling but was so quelled by a quick kiss from Daniel removing all embarrassment.

'You guys can't hold out for just two more hours 'til we get back to the hotel!'

'We'll try Jack' said Sara a suggestion of a giggle still reminiscent in her voice.

'I just came to check on you guy's and I looks like your barely surviving.' He said smiling at the happy couple, ' Right that's done I'm gonna' find Carter now.'

'Try calling her Sam, Jack. I think that's the general idea behind this no uniform ball-thingy were at.'

'Wow' said Jack in awe.

'What?' said the archaeologist, his curiosity getting the better of him.

'24 languages and 'ball-thingy' is the best you can come up with?' The exasperated look returned shot straight and the retreating chuckling back of one of his best friends.

Walking in the general direction of the band, if you could call it that it was more like an orchestra, he disposed of his now empty glass on one of the many tables around the room. Squarely in front of the 'band' was a barely occupied dance floor. Empty as though many of these 'heroes' where scared of the polished surface which signified dancing, officers took refuse and hid on the comforts of the plush carpet around the offending terrain. Around 8 pairs of people put on an interesting display of swirls and twists, one such pair stood out, and caught the attention of most people in the room not to mention Jack.

An old and now worn out Major General was trying to move as graciously as his partner, and failing miserably. The beauty was dressed in a draping black dress, low cut, arms bare, sweeping at the back revealing the soft skin down to the small of her back and a slit up the right hand side gave the odd glimpse of toned thighs. She floated effortlessly and tirelessly over the wooden floor, easily up-staging all those around her, but the look on her face showed that she was having fun without considering the attention each small move she made brought. Her face reddened slightly as she laughed politely at the general's joke, whatever it was. The odd couple separated at the end of the song, her partner and all of the other couples left the floor. She stood slightly awkwardly for a moment, alone on the dance floor contemplating leaving as the others had, she gazed around in one last attempt to continue her dancing with the aid of her new partner. Jack moved almost entranced towards the lone beauty on the dance floor, moving confidently crating a stir of his own as many of the female officers present gazed sometimes briefly sometimes longingly in his direction. Reaching her he smiled and said;

'May I have this dance?' bowing slightly.

'Why of course sir' she said acknowledging him with a small courtesy, grin on her face now more evident than before.

They glided together with ease gaining the attention of most of the room however the said couple where oblivious as their sweeping motions carried them to their own world where they began talking hardly aware of the beat that was driving them, only each other.

'So you been working the crowd all evening then?' he said looking more relaxed than he had been since before saving the world again. His strong arms holding her close, thumb absent-mindedly making circles on the exposed skin of her back.

'Yeah, not as well as you apparently. Every person I've talked to you've got in there first.' Keeping their eye contact firmly established; trust, friendship, loyalty, and possibly more evident within those deep pools of blue and brown.

'Am I getting to quick for you?' pausing their smooth motion to delicately spin her out, around then back in again so they where now facing the same way, her body close to his, his breath a whisper in her ear and their hands joined together on her hips, his hands a gentle persuasion of rhythm. Giggling slightly she replied;

'No sir, but you didn't have to dance with each of them!'

'Ah so I'm just another General that your working tonight.'

'Sir you know I could never work you'

'And why is that Sam?'

'Well... Sam?????'

'Yeah, in case you didn't notice no one here is in uniform, so no need for 'sirs' or 'generals' or 'colonels'.' Pausing their swaying hips to return to their previous dancing position, Jack was completely in command; spinning out Sam she looked stunning and really enjoying herself; arms gracefully spread wide toes pointing in her 2 inch strapy heels, all the while Jack's stance looked calm and non-pulsed, but his eyes where alight and his smile gave a rare look in to the man and not the warrior. Spinning in they came closer together than they where before, although both officers noticed this, neither mentioned it.

The conversation continued discussing the various officers they had spoken to, with a few more twists and whirls. As the song drew to a close the lack of music and the sound of clapping awoke them from the world they had inadvertently slipped into.

Faces red with embarrassment rather than dancing acknowledged the crowd, Jack and Sam were pleased to see that their efforts on the dance floor seemed to have inspired half the room to abandon their glasses and join them on the dance floor. In the new throng of enthusiastic dancers they came to a silent agreement to continue dancing considering they would not be noticed as much in the swell of people around them.



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