A little Ditty

Jack had been retired. Was enjoying retirement and all the fishing he could do. When they called him back to look for a certain archeologist that he had left behind (the archeologists choice) on a planet a far far away.

Well that's what you get for being noble and thinking with your heart instead of you brains.

A big break in your retirement.

Now that they had re activated the Star gate program he was considered invaluable to its success because of his experience in combat his previous experience in the Star gate and his lack of consideration for his own life.

And that's when his and the Star gates command problems started. He still had the experience and all his years of military training. But his retirement had taught him that his own life experiences whilst rocky did not necessarily mean his life was worthless.

The Air force did not know about this little change in his attitude however and thought he was an incorruptible man who would not do anything silly like create interpersonal relationships with whatever team he lead.

Because of this the team assigned to him was never rotated like most other military teams were. This allowed him to get close to his team in a way that he never had before. This closeness allowed him to learn to open his heart up again and as his life was spent either fishing in his off base down time a solitary pursuit or going through the gate which was social to the extreme he did do something silly and develop strong feelings toward his team.

Only one member of his team was female and this strong relationship was slowly developing into a problem for Jack as he was unaware of the rate of return (if any) for his feelings. Besides that were the strict Air Force regulations one of which read

Thou shall not get the "hots" for your 2IC.

This development would rear its ugly head at the most inopportune times. Like watching her six. I mean she had a really well formed six. The kind that allowed Jack's mind to go to mush.

So like the professional he was he asked for her to be transferred out of his team or for him to be transferred to another team. This was misinterpreted as another way of getting rid of females and scientists out of his team, as he had originally resisted his 2IC's inclusion in his team.

The request for transfer came after two years of there service together. This did not go down well with his commander General Hammond. A generous man who trusted his instincts and those around him. General Hammond wasn't impressed with the reasons that Jack had come up with so the transfer did not take place. This had two outcomes. The military command was satisfied that Jack did not have anything going with the female member of his team. The 2IC thought that she was not a valued member of the team.

And so there story begins…..

Captain Samantha Carter was steaming. She had just found out by chance that her commander and so called "friend" Colonel Jonathan O'Neill (two l's) had requested her transfer about a year ago. His reason for the transfer were irreconcilable differences. Well she'd give him irreconcilable differences alright. After all they'd been through together after all the feelings that she thought were mutual but illegal and therefore unspoken. Oh boy was he going to cop a mouthful and then she'd put in for a transfer.

Sam ripped off her BDU's when she walked into her house and not bothering to put on her normal jeans and t shirt pulled on her protective leather gear and zipped up the waist deep front of the all in one suit. Sam got to the Colonel's house kicked down the kickstand on her Indian and marched up to her commander's house. She pounded on the door and unclasped her helmet and tucked it under her arm. This wouldn't take long so she didn't bother taking off her gloves just unzipped her leathers to allow a cool breeze to cool down her over heated body.

Jack heard the pounding on the door as he was drying off his hair. He had a long day at the office catching up on all the paper work that accompanied his role as leader of the team that made up SG1.

The pounding thudded again and sounded urgent so he wrapped his towel around his waist and went to open the door. He did a quick recon and noticed his 2IC looking so hot and he was not thinking temperature her sweet body which he was far to familiar with due to the various missions and injuries he had helped her with was incased in black leather and by the tight fit and not much else. What's more her zipper was dangerously low drawing his eyes to the most interesting amount of cleavage revealed.

He wondered what the emergency was and as the site of Samantha dressed in the manner she was brought up some complications as the towel he was wearing did not have the generosity of his BDU's.

He shouted through the door "hold your horses Carter, I'll be with you in a sec,"

Jack dived into his bedroom and quickly dragged on some boxes and a pair of jeans. Going commando in his current state was not an option unless he wanted to contemplate serious tool damage. He was just zipping up when the pounding on his door sounded again so zipped but not buttoned he ran back to his door flung it open and drawled.

"Alright already where's the fire?" Samantha pushed passed him and turned to face him ready with her prepared speech when her eyes zeroed in on Jack's naked torso.