Title: The Infamous Betrayal of Recontentment
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Angst, Action hopefully, Romance, other stuf!!!
Pairings: Sam/Jack, friendship
Spoilers: NONE, YAY
Season: Seven
Rating: r maybe, def pg
Summary: Undo
Author's notes: hope you like it, gotta feed to get the rest!!! HE HE HE
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of
Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA,
Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is
for entertainment purposes only and no money
exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original
characters, situations, and story are the property
of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the
consent of the author.
=====================================================================
The Infamous Betrayal of Recontentment
What if you can't wait? What if you don't want to?
What if you haven't..?
==================================================
Pain.
Hitting like black salted spires; piercing the eyes, leaving that resonant bitter taste in his
mouth.
Blood.
Everywhere.
Hands, face, lips, arms, Torso. Vivid and mixed in colour and even more lucid in it's intentions.
Cruel.
Her.
Limp, pale and reflective; not just in mind but in body. Patches of Blonde, Azure, Brown, White
and RED deep RED;
too vague and uninteresting to individually decipher. Her head rested on the ground for a
second; he dare not touch it. He couldn't.
Feeling would be believing.
In Her. And Him.
Deadweight, feathery touch, lead stature.
Like a shell, ripped and empty, never again will it-
Awoken.
Clutching his bedclothes; a layer of light sweat still clung to his body, warm and hazed.
Dream? Intense......god damn intense.... He checked his whereabouts. SGC? Quarters, warm,
standard, but inviting.
"Jack?" She too sat up, fuzzy and disorientated; laying her chin to rest on his shoulder as she
brushed her lips against his nape, a hand on his arm.
"Nothing," he fobbed her off with the thinnest of excuses, but still leaned into her body, the
smooth skin of her breasts flattening against the middle of his back.
Dream? intense...
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Sometimes you see things for a reason. To prevent them?
To stop them from becoming?
To learn from them...
=================================================
The sirens hailed in The Gateroom as the wormhole engaged. Sg-1 Had been called into a standard
Scientist sit in, as the scientists were. Well, somewhere else. Nothing unusual. Nothing exciting
. Just standard. Boring.
Carter was happy, Jonas Smiled and Teal'c. Well Teal'c didn't really 'do' anything, but they all
knew he was kinda apposed to the idea. Jack had usually wined for an hour about hating these
missions, and his usual B.S about how much more important things there were to do. That was of
course until Hammond said
"Jack, I'm sorry to have to put you through this, but Sg-1 have no missions for at least ten
days, and I have every other team out on the field. This mission is yours. Enjoy it Colonel."
He shrugged in defeat, pulling his cap over his eyes. It wasn't the only time that he'd been
the only one defending his team, for a bogus mission, and instead of putting up a fight he went
along with it. At least Carter would have fun with her rocks, Jonas could have his rocks, and
maybe Teal'c and himself could find thier own rocks. What they'd actually do with rocks....who
knows???
It had been about a half hour into the mission, Jonas was busy looking at alot of nothing.
Which is okay, if that your thing. Teal'c could be seen eating-everything they had, Tuna Salad,
Brocolli and feta cheese pasta. Tuna and sweetcorn. More tuna.
And then there was Carter
"Where's Carter?"
A bemused look from Jonas and a 'look' from Teal'c didn't serve his conscience. About the only
thing he could remember was he fobbing him off and saying something magnetic 'something' time
dialation.
He picked up his radio, starting to walk in the direction she'd followed earlier. "Carter? Come
in?"
Nothing.
"Carter?"
Deciding that he was bored and worried that she wasn't answering she wasn't answering he pinched
his nose a flicking a button on the receiver, deciding that maybe she was ignoring him.
"Hello everyone, This is Colonel Jack O'Neill we are looking for a Samantha Carter, with blonde
hair blue eyes and a tendency to-
"What are you doing?" She looked up at him causing him to stop his antics, in exchange for not
being beaten to a pulp by a seriously pissed woman.
"Nothing. You?"
"Nothing,"
She stood for a moment, suddenly like a blank canvas. The problem with Carter was that you could
never actually find out what she was thinking. Just when she liked you, and when she didn't.
"So?" She asked again, spatula in hand she rubbed the back of hand over her forehead.
"I just didn't know where you were." The thought of scolding her for not telling him where she
was still sounded appealing.
"I was here." But she shot him down.
"I know this."
"So what are you doing?"
"Stuff. Wanna help."
"Well, I coul-"Time for the rest of his sentence was lost. For her.
He didn't hesitate to think of why she was kissing him. Her hands had grabbed his head and one
on his jacket lapel, lips nibbling his for a second, as a hand scouted down her body, insistent
and vigorously wanting to find something tangible. Something no one else was aloud to find.
Her jacket came off, fingers working at the hem of his BDU's, lips crushed and beating. Tasting.
melting.
Talking.
Neither aware of the sound coming from their radios, "Major your dad's here. Is the Colonel with
you? Come in."
Her hands slid up to her radio, only to be batted away, and made to return to his neck.
"Sam, Come in."
Defeat.
Her lips slid from his chin to his neck slowly, and she stood back, just in time to see him
emerge.
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TRouble
With a capital T R, for telling relatives.....???
===========================================================================
Like? Hate? Well, if you want the next part then feed me on Atheniandream@aol.com
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Angst, Action hopefully, Romance, other stuf!!!
Pairings: Sam/Jack, friendship
Spoilers: NONE, YAY
Season: Seven
Rating: r maybe, def pg
Summary: Undo
Author's notes: hope you like it, gotta feed to get the rest!!! HE HE HE
Disclaimer: Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of
Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA,
Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is
for entertainment purposes only and no money
exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original
characters, situations, and story are the property
of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the
consent of the author.
=====================================================================
The Infamous Betrayal of Recontentment
What if you can't wait? What if you don't want to?
What if you haven't..?
==================================================
Pain.
Hitting like black salted spires; piercing the eyes, leaving that resonant bitter taste in his
mouth.
Blood.
Everywhere.
Hands, face, lips, arms, Torso. Vivid and mixed in colour and even more lucid in it's intentions.
Cruel.
Her.
Limp, pale and reflective; not just in mind but in body. Patches of Blonde, Azure, Brown, White
and RED deep RED;
too vague and uninteresting to individually decipher. Her head rested on the ground for a
second; he dare not touch it. He couldn't.
Feeling would be believing.
In Her. And Him.
Deadweight, feathery touch, lead stature.
Like a shell, ripped and empty, never again will it-
Awoken.
Clutching his bedclothes; a layer of light sweat still clung to his body, warm and hazed.
Dream? Intense......god damn intense.... He checked his whereabouts. SGC? Quarters, warm,
standard, but inviting.
"Jack?" She too sat up, fuzzy and disorientated; laying her chin to rest on his shoulder as she
brushed her lips against his nape, a hand on his arm.
"Nothing," he fobbed her off with the thinnest of excuses, but still leaned into her body, the
smooth skin of her breasts flattening against the middle of his back.
Dream? intense...
=================================================
Sometimes you see things for a reason. To prevent them?
To stop them from becoming?
To learn from them...
=================================================
The sirens hailed in The Gateroom as the wormhole engaged. Sg-1 Had been called into a standard
Scientist sit in, as the scientists were. Well, somewhere else. Nothing unusual. Nothing exciting
. Just standard. Boring.
Carter was happy, Jonas Smiled and Teal'c. Well Teal'c didn't really 'do' anything, but they all
knew he was kinda apposed to the idea. Jack had usually wined for an hour about hating these
missions, and his usual B.S about how much more important things there were to do. That was of
course until Hammond said
"Jack, I'm sorry to have to put you through this, but Sg-1 have no missions for at least ten
days, and I have every other team out on the field. This mission is yours. Enjoy it Colonel."
He shrugged in defeat, pulling his cap over his eyes. It wasn't the only time that he'd been
the only one defending his team, for a bogus mission, and instead of putting up a fight he went
along with it. At least Carter would have fun with her rocks, Jonas could have his rocks, and
maybe Teal'c and himself could find thier own rocks. What they'd actually do with rocks....who
knows???
It had been about a half hour into the mission, Jonas was busy looking at alot of nothing.
Which is okay, if that your thing. Teal'c could be seen eating-everything they had, Tuna Salad,
Brocolli and feta cheese pasta. Tuna and sweetcorn. More tuna.
And then there was Carter
"Where's Carter?"
A bemused look from Jonas and a 'look' from Teal'c didn't serve his conscience. About the only
thing he could remember was he fobbing him off and saying something magnetic 'something' time
dialation.
He picked up his radio, starting to walk in the direction she'd followed earlier. "Carter? Come
in?"
Nothing.
"Carter?"
Deciding that he was bored and worried that she wasn't answering she wasn't answering he pinched
his nose a flicking a button on the receiver, deciding that maybe she was ignoring him.
"Hello everyone, This is Colonel Jack O'Neill we are looking for a Samantha Carter, with blonde
hair blue eyes and a tendency to-
"What are you doing?" She looked up at him causing him to stop his antics, in exchange for not
being beaten to a pulp by a seriously pissed woman.
"Nothing. You?"
"Nothing,"
She stood for a moment, suddenly like a blank canvas. The problem with Carter was that you could
never actually find out what she was thinking. Just when she liked you, and when she didn't.
"So?" She asked again, spatula in hand she rubbed the back of hand over her forehead.
"I just didn't know where you were." The thought of scolding her for not telling him where she
was still sounded appealing.
"I was here." But she shot him down.
"I know this."
"So what are you doing?"
"Stuff. Wanna help."
"Well, I coul-"Time for the rest of his sentence was lost. For her.
He didn't hesitate to think of why she was kissing him. Her hands had grabbed his head and one
on his jacket lapel, lips nibbling his for a second, as a hand scouted down her body, insistent
and vigorously wanting to find something tangible. Something no one else was aloud to find.
Her jacket came off, fingers working at the hem of his BDU's, lips crushed and beating. Tasting.
melting.
Talking.
Neither aware of the sound coming from their radios, "Major your dad's here. Is the Colonel with
you? Come in."
Her hands slid up to her radio, only to be batted away, and made to return to his neck.
"Sam, Come in."
Defeat.
Her lips slid from his chin to his neck slowly, and she stood back, just in time to see him
emerge.
===========================================================================
TRouble
With a capital T R, for telling relatives.....???
===========================================================================
Like? Hate? Well, if you want the next part then feed me on Atheniandream@aol.com