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Story summary: Did she really think anybody wouldn't notice?
A/note: I'm not supposed to be writing! This is a big no-no! Gotta think about maths and physics... binomial distributions... cyclotrons... quotient rule... Sam and jack FanFic! GAAAH! *Type type type* HEHEHE!
ENJOY! 3
Sam didn't notice the look on the guards face when she arrived for work. The one that asked 'When did that happen?'
She didn't notice the way Siler stopped dead in his tracks as she hurried past him on her way to her lab; her baggy shirt flapping in her wake like a parachute in the wind. She didn't think much about the dear-in-the-headlights look captain fisher gave her when she mentioned her extreme cravings for raspberry pie and fresh cream.
Daniel noticed. He noticed when she swung by after lunch with her results on the radiation levels of his new favourite artefact. He toyed with the idea of telling her that she might as well take her shirt off and run around the base yelling,
"Hey everyone! Guess what!" but thought jack would do the right thing and talk to her about it.
All around the base as people found out, bets were being won, even more being lost. Sure, Daniel may have been a winner, but I mean, he had inside information. He knew Jack and Sam had gone beyond friends... Behind closed doors. Yes, He and Teal'c knew, but he didn't expect this. This was just careless.
Jack was sitting in his office, doing what he disliked most: paper-pushing. Ok, maybe not. He was reminiscing about a well spent weekend with a certain lieutenant colonel. Was it naughty? Yes. Did he care? Since when did he ever care?
It didn't help that she happened to saunter by his office window when she passed through the briefing room.
Wait. Hang on. Maybe the angle was wrong... uh oh.
"CARTER!" He yelled out his office door. And not his usual 'carter', this was a really big 'Carter!'
He ran (yes, ran) through the briefing room and swung himself down the stairs. This was bad. He thought they had been careful.
He ran full tilt through the corridors. Finally he found her.
"Carter!" She turned around and it was staring him in the face. He suspected. But wow.
"Sir?" she gave her most innocent look.
He came up to her and hesitantly touched the lapels of her shirt. His face grew serious and he looked her in the eye.
"You're wearing my shirt."
Floating around this his General's stars. Now really.
Okay... I'm going to do my revision. I'm naughty.