Disclamimer: I still don't own anything but I'll tell you when I do :) Not making no money out of this which means I should really get to work and quit writing "nonsense"... NEVER! I need my Stargate!
Ok...I've taken my pills, I'm calmer now. So, I started writing this because I'm tired of people who have Sam get preggers as a way to get her with O'Neill and I'm also tired of SG-1 hurtfics. There's another solution and I think I may have found it (Ain't I brilliant? Huh? ) I'm also looking for a beta reader, 'cause in case you couldn't tell, this is gonna be an S/J fic and I'm sorta bad at writing feelings and fluffy stuff (tho I love fluffy goodness! Wee!) so a few pointers and hard nudges in the right direction would be mightily appreciated. I don't wanna get corny or anything. I hate corn. It gets stuck in my braces.
Sam sighed in relief and stretched, her arms lifting as high as they could go as the printer went off, spitting the several pages of her latest mission report. She smiled and scratched her belly. She'd finished in good time, now she had just the time to go pick up Daniel and Teal'c's notes on the mission and she could hand the full report to the General and be done for the week. Then she would maybe put in a few hours working with Siler on her bike and then maybe some gym time before heading home. She turned off her computer after the last page had shot out of the printer, she chuckled. She had "fixed" the printer on one of those occasions were Jack had invited her to go fishing; it gave her an excuse for not going. She hadn't planned for it to spit out paper across the room but now she found it amusing most of the time.
She didn't bother to knock on the door when she arrived at Daniel's lab. She knew he'd still be typing his work, wondering how many pictures of ruins he should fit into the folder and which ones would be the most interesting ones for the military types. As usual, he would be having a hard time deciding, from his point of view they were all fascinating but he knew Jack wouldn't see it his way. She cleared her throat, causing him to startle and drop some of his pictures on the floor. He smiled embarrassedly at his CO and quickly picked up the fallen photos and handed her a stack of the chosen ones, saving the rest for the more in depth archives.
"Though choice?" She asked him playfully while punching holes on the printed photos and placing them in the folder.
"Not really actually. I mean, they're all interesting but in the end, they're mostly pictures of the same thing considering how eroded the ruins were. Did you get Teal'c's report?" Just as he finished asking the question, the big Jaffa came striding purposefully into the archeologist's lab and handed Carter a neat though thin stack of paper. She eyed it quickly, short and to the point of course, like everything Teal'c did.
"Thank you Teal'c. Listen, are you guys doing something tonight? I was thinking we could go out, have dinner together then maybe go watch a movie." Carter surprised herself by saying as she had already though of working and working out. Daniel and Teal'c assured her they didn't have plans and agreed to meet at O'Malley's.
She thought about it as she walked down to level 27, she was feeling tired of being underground, she realized. She had been going out more often since she'd met Pete and since had actually been going home at night more often too.
"So this must be what it's like to have a life…" She thought, repressing a chuckle.
Carter walked down to General O'Neill's office to deposit the mission report directly to him like he had asked her to do for all SG-1 missions. Along with it was a personal report, entirely off the record, that summarized the mission in a more team oriented manner. She had started doing that for him early on and he had really appreciated it. He liked to know the funny and light side of the missions, the banter between team members and what they really though about the inhabitants that wouldn't be added in an official report. She knew it made him feel more like he was still part of the team even though he wasn't out there with them, getting in trouble and kicking Goa'uld butt. She respectfully knocked on the open door and smiled as Jack looked up from a piece of paper.
"For crying out loud Carter! How many times have I told you that you can just barge in here whenever you want when that door is open?"
She smiled and looked at the floor in that incredibly adorable way of hers that just maybe Jack want to make her do it again over and over though she didn't know it's effect on the male personnel of the base. He saw the folder in her hands as well as the loose pages that would be her highly anticipated personal account of the mission. She stood at attention in front of his desk.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't want to disturb you, sir. I've brought you my report, on time, sir, as you requested it. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"
"You can shut up, airman!" He glared at her as she broke into a wide grin, her blue eyes twinkling in amusement, "Now, didn't I tell you I didn't want to have to tell you this again? At ease, Colonel."
Sam grinned even wider and dropped her report rather unceremoniously on the general's desk. He picked it up and grinned back at her as he put aside the paper he had been reading previously and grabbed the loose pages. He started to read, smiling here and there at what she had written. It hadn't been a particularly interesting mission although when you have saved Earth and many other planets from sure destruction, it might be normal to find an average recon mission boring. Sam sat on one of the chairs in front of the desk as he read and looked at him. She felt a rush of affection for the sometimes gruff man sitting in front of her. She could see that although he did his best to look in good spirit, he was restless at having to do all this administrative work by the way his legs didn't seem to want to stand still. Jack was a man of action and although he obviously loved his new job, he terribly missed the nights on the hard ground around a campfire, keeping watch for hostiles. She wished she could just walk up behind him and rub his tense shoulders, feel him relax in her hands like she had on several occasions offworld.
"Anyway,sir. Teal'c, Daniel and me were going to have dinner at O'Malley's and go see a movie tonight. Want to join us?" She invited after realizing he had been staring back at her for a little while, a twinkle in his eyes as he noticed her staring at him.
"It's "and I", Carter. Grammar!" She rolled her eyes at his correction but simple gave him a 'yes, sir'. "Yeah, sure, I'll join you. That is, if you don't mind going out with your boss, of course."
"That was never a problem, sir. In fact I credit my rapid promotion to Colonel under your command to my ability to make my superior adore me." She gave him a cheeky grin and batted her eyelashes shamelessly; imitating one of the nurses who used every chance she had to flirt with the senior officers.
"Ah! That's tricky Carter. And there I was thinking you invited me because you find me irresistibly charming and great company…"
Ok...I've taken my pills, I'm calmer now. So, I started writing this because I'm tired of people who have Sam get preggers as a way to get her with O'Neill and I'm also tired of SG-1 hurtfics. There's another solution and I think I may have found it (Ain't I brilliant? Huh? ) I'm also looking for a beta reader, 'cause in case you couldn't tell, this is gonna be an S/J fic and I'm sorta bad at writing feelings and fluffy stuff (tho I love fluffy goodness! Wee!) so a few pointers and hard nudges in the right direction would be mightily appreciated. I don't wanna get corny or anything. I hate corn. It gets stuck in my braces.
Sam sighed in relief and stretched, her arms lifting as high as they could go as the printer went off, spitting the several pages of her latest mission report. She smiled and scratched her belly. She'd finished in good time, now she had just the time to go pick up Daniel and Teal'c's notes on the mission and she could hand the full report to the General and be done for the week. Then she would maybe put in a few hours working with Siler on her bike and then maybe some gym time before heading home. She turned off her computer after the last page had shot out of the printer, she chuckled. She had "fixed" the printer on one of those occasions were Jack had invited her to go fishing; it gave her an excuse for not going. She hadn't planned for it to spit out paper across the room but now she found it amusing most of the time.
She didn't bother to knock on the door when she arrived at Daniel's lab. She knew he'd still be typing his work, wondering how many pictures of ruins he should fit into the folder and which ones would be the most interesting ones for the military types. As usual, he would be having a hard time deciding, from his point of view they were all fascinating but he knew Jack wouldn't see it his way. She cleared her throat, causing him to startle and drop some of his pictures on the floor. He smiled embarrassedly at his CO and quickly picked up the fallen photos and handed her a stack of the chosen ones, saving the rest for the more in depth archives.
"Though choice?" She asked him playfully while punching holes on the printed photos and placing them in the folder.
"Not really actually. I mean, they're all interesting but in the end, they're mostly pictures of the same thing considering how eroded the ruins were. Did you get Teal'c's report?" Just as he finished asking the question, the big Jaffa came striding purposefully into the archeologist's lab and handed Carter a neat though thin stack of paper. She eyed it quickly, short and to the point of course, like everything Teal'c did.
"Thank you Teal'c. Listen, are you guys doing something tonight? I was thinking we could go out, have dinner together then maybe go watch a movie." Carter surprised herself by saying as she had already though of working and working out. Daniel and Teal'c assured her they didn't have plans and agreed to meet at O'Malley's.
She thought about it as she walked down to level 27, she was feeling tired of being underground, she realized. She had been going out more often since she'd met Pete and since had actually been going home at night more often too.
"So this must be what it's like to have a life…" She thought, repressing a chuckle.
Carter walked down to General O'Neill's office to deposit the mission report directly to him like he had asked her to do for all SG-1 missions. Along with it was a personal report, entirely off the record, that summarized the mission in a more team oriented manner. She had started doing that for him early on and he had really appreciated it. He liked to know the funny and light side of the missions, the banter between team members and what they really though about the inhabitants that wouldn't be added in an official report. She knew it made him feel more like he was still part of the team even though he wasn't out there with them, getting in trouble and kicking Goa'uld butt. She respectfully knocked on the open door and smiled as Jack looked up from a piece of paper.
"For crying out loud Carter! How many times have I told you that you can just barge in here whenever you want when that door is open?"
She smiled and looked at the floor in that incredibly adorable way of hers that just maybe Jack want to make her do it again over and over though she didn't know it's effect on the male personnel of the base. He saw the folder in her hands as well as the loose pages that would be her highly anticipated personal account of the mission. She stood at attention in front of his desk.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't want to disturb you, sir. I've brought you my report, on time, sir, as you requested it. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"
"You can shut up, airman!" He glared at her as she broke into a wide grin, her blue eyes twinkling in amusement, "Now, didn't I tell you I didn't want to have to tell you this again? At ease, Colonel."
Sam grinned even wider and dropped her report rather unceremoniously on the general's desk. He picked it up and grinned back at her as he put aside the paper he had been reading previously and grabbed the loose pages. He started to read, smiling here and there at what she had written. It hadn't been a particularly interesting mission although when you have saved Earth and many other planets from sure destruction, it might be normal to find an average recon mission boring. Sam sat on one of the chairs in front of the desk as he read and looked at him. She felt a rush of affection for the sometimes gruff man sitting in front of her. She could see that although he did his best to look in good spirit, he was restless at having to do all this administrative work by the way his legs didn't seem to want to stand still. Jack was a man of action and although he obviously loved his new job, he terribly missed the nights on the hard ground around a campfire, keeping watch for hostiles. She wished she could just walk up behind him and rub his tense shoulders, feel him relax in her hands like she had on several occasions offworld.
"Anyway,sir. Teal'c, Daniel and me were going to have dinner at O'Malley's and go see a movie tonight. Want to join us?" She invited after realizing he had been staring back at her for a little while, a twinkle in his eyes as he noticed her staring at him.
"It's "and I", Carter. Grammar!" She rolled her eyes at his correction but simple gave him a 'yes, sir'. "Yeah, sure, I'll join you. That is, if you don't mind going out with your boss, of course."
"That was never a problem, sir. In fact I credit my rapid promotion to Colonel under your command to my ability to make my superior adore me." She gave him a cheeky grin and batted her eyelashes shamelessly; imitating one of the nurses who used every chance she had to flirt with the senior officers.
"Ah! That's tricky Carter. And there I was thinking you invited me because you find me irresistibly charming and great company…"