Title: Dream a little dream of me
Author: Roque872002
Rating: T
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Season: 4
Summary: A rare offworld plant causes the team to fall asleep and enter the world of dreams, unleashing their hearts true desires.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just the idea.
Author's notes: Prompt by myself. Part of the "ABC's made up episode list" on GateWorld. Are you all enjoying Ship Day? Get yourselves over to GateWorld and join the shippy fun. We have LOADS of stuff there to keep you occupied for a while!
Inspired by the song of the same name.
Dream A Little Dream Of Me
"Okay kids, you know the rules," Colonel Jack O'Neill began as he walked down the steps leading away from the Stargate. "Hold your buddies hand and don't wander off."
Sam smiled and held back a laugh as she bit her lip. Daniel visibly rolled his eyes, while Teal'c merely raised his eyebrow at his friend.
"Yes, dad," Daniel sighed as he began to walk in the direction of the ruins, leaving his three friends behind.
"Uh, Daniel!" Jack called out to him, his arm raised and finger pointing at him.
"What, Jack?" he sighed as he turned around and waited impatiently.
"You forgot your buddy," Jack smiled as he folded his arms over his P-90.
"Teal'c's my buddy today. Right Teal'c?" Daniel smirked at his grey haired friend.
"Indeed," Teal'c nodded before following his curious young friend on the once beaten path.
"Looks like it's just you and me Carter," he smiled at her before holding out his hand.
"Yes Sir," she laughed lightly as she took his offered hand and walked down the three steps to join him on the ground. "Such a gentleman," she teased.
"Stick with me babe, chivalry ain't dead yet!" he quipped before reluctantly letting go of her hand. "Which way to Oz?" he asked as he looked around them.
"Whichever way you like Sir," Sam smiled at his remark as she looked at the readings on her scanner.
"East," he nodded. "Let's go east."
Jack started walking in his chosen direction. Sam fell into step with him easily. She glanced around. The scenery was beautiful. The sun shone high in the clear blue sky; the grass a brilliant green. Birds could be seen and heard in all directions.
"This is nice," Jack mused as he fanned his face with his cap.
"Yeah," Sam breathed in reply. She stopped and took off her vest. "Very warm though."
"Have to agree on that," he nodded as he watched her take off her jacket and put it in her pack.
"Black is really not the colour to be wearing today," she added as she stood up and put on her vest again.
"If you wanna continue stripping off, I won't tell," he smirked at her through his teasing while taking off his own jacket.
"And there goes your gentleman image," she teased him again while narrowing her eyes and cocking her head to the side.
"What can I say? I'm a dirty old man," he grinned as he started walking again.
"You're not that old. Are you?"
"Getting there, Carter," he sighed regretfully. "Getting there."
"I don't believe you Sir."
Jack grinned. He loved their banter. And teasing. He especially loved it when she teased him back. She knew when to be respectful, but he loved that she also knew that she could joke around with him. He shook his head, he knew how much she had changed over the four years of knowing each other.
No, she hadn't changed. She had just gotten comfortable enough around him to show him what she was really like outside of her military and scientific persona's. He loved the glimpses of the real Samantha Carter she allowed him to see.
"Is that a field of poppies?" he asked as he pointed to the field he meant.
"I believe it is Sir," she smiled.
"Are you sure we didn't gate to Oz?"
"There's no yellow brick road for us to follow," she replied as she looked around them before meeting his eyes.
"Wanna see if we can find the Emerald City, Dorothy?"
"Why not, Scarecrow?"
"We're off to see the Wizard," Jack began as he walked faster to reach the field of red.
It took them half an hour to reach the poppy field. Jack walked a few feet into it before turning around and spreading his arms wide. He breathed in deeply and exhaled loudly.
"Where's Daniel and his camera when you need it?" he asked, a huge smile on his face.
"Way, way over there!" Sam laughed as she joined him in the field and motioned to the direction they had come from.
"Hey Daniel," Jack said into his radio, the grin still plastered on his face.
"Yes, Jack," came Daniel's bored response.
"We're in Oz!"
"I can see that Jack."
"What? You can?"
"Teal'c and I just came upon a large field of poppies."
"No kidding! Carter and I just found one too!"
"That's great Jack."
"He just doesn't get it," Jack shook his head at Sam as he dropped his hand away from the radio.
"Yes Sir," Sam yawned as she covered her mouth. "This heat is not agreeing with me today."
"Wanna take a rest?" he asked, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over him.
"Yeah, that's maybe a good idea," she nodded as she sat down in the field.
Sam closely examined the flowers as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Flecks of purple, yellow and pink decorated the poppies petals. A mild aroma filled her nostrils. It was like nothing she had ever smelled before. It was very floral but sea like at the same time.
"Sir… I'm just gonna…." she trailed off as she lay down, her head resting on his lap.
"Yeah…. Me… too…" he said as he lay down and placed a hand on her shoulder.
Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Jack groaned as something heavy landed on his back. He buried his head deeper into his pillow.
"Go away," he groaned sleepily.
Whatever was on his back moved and slid off the bed. He heard it run out of the room. Whatever it was only had two legs, and was very quick. He couldn't bring himself to be concerned.
He felt something move beside him. He heard a feminine sigh before soft arms wound around him, a chest against his back.
"Your son's awake," she sighed.
"Before sunrise, he's your son," he grumbled back.
"Sun's already up," he felt her smile against his skin.
"Since when was he such an early riser?" he asked as he turned over and took his wife into his arms.
"You did promise to teach him how to fish. He's just excited," Sam shrugged. "Although, you probably should have taken him somewhere where there was fish…."
"It's the art of fishing," he insisted before placing his lips over hers. "Besides. He's two and a half. He's not going to care if there's fish or not," he placed a hand on his wife's swollen stomach before scooting down the bed to give her bump a kiss. "Daddy loves you," he whispered.
"Mommy loves Daddy, and wants him to come back up here," Sam smirked as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Yes Mommy," he smirked mischievously before kissing her soundly.
"Daddy!" a little voice called from the side of the bed.
"That kid has awful timing," Jack groaned into his wife's mouth as she laughed.
"Fishing!" the little voice said.
"Are you sure he's mine?"
"Daddy!"
"Cause I'm beginning to think he's Daniel's."
"Daddy!"
"Did he even sleep last night?"
"DADDY!"
"What?" Jack asked as he turned to face his red faced and annoyed looking toddler. He couldn't help but smile at the small boy. He reminded him so much of his wife.
"Fishing!" the small boy demanded as he stomped his foot.
Sam laughed from her spot on the bed. Jack glanced at her and smiled before dragging himself into a sitting position. He lifted his son onto the bed and set him down at his side.
"What happened to good morning Daddy?" Jack asked his son.
"Morning Daddy," his son smiled before throwing himself into his father's arms.
Jack smiled and wrapped his arms around his small son. His saviour. His second chance at being a parent. A chance he never thought he deserved; but was thankful for everyday.
"Is baby ready?" he asked.
"Not for another five months," Sam smiled at her curious son as she sat up in bed.
Sam watched her son in utter happiness. He was curled up on his fathers lap, snugly cuddled in his fathers arms. His hair was white blonde and his eyes were bright blue. Sam knew they would probably change, she could see the rims of his eyes already starting to darken and his roots got darker every day. But for the time being, he was her double in every way.
She stroked her ever growing bump. Her second child. Happiness flowed through her veins, a smile threatened to split her face in two. She was the happiest she had been in her life and nothing was going to change that.
She was married to the man of her dreams. He was tall, with dark hair and eyes. He was muscular enough to make her go weak in the knees every time he undressed in front of her. His arms were strong and powerful. His lips were perfect for kissing. His hair was perfect for running her fingers through. His sense of humour was unique, but it suited her perfectly. And he only had eyes for her.
He had given her a beautiful son, who continued to make her smile and amaze her everyday. He was playful and smart and funny. Her world revolved around him. His laughter was contagious and she couldn't help but laugh along with him.
And she was carrying another one of his children. She loved the feel of a new life growing inside of her. She loved the way her body changed to support the child she was carrying and growing.
His hand appeared on her bump. He lovingly stroked it as he moved closer to her. A third hand rested on her stomach. She watched as her son gently caressed her bump.
"I's your big brother," he whispered to the bump before placing a gentle kiss on the stretched skin.
Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes as she watched her son hug his unborn brother or sister. She covered her mouth with her hand. She fleetingly thought she was going to explode from cuteness overload.
"I love you," she told her son as she ran her fingers through his soft hair.
"Love you Mommy," he said as he continued to hug the bump.
Sam looked up and saw her husband smiling at the scene before him. She could see the happiness in his eyes. She knew he was cherishing every moment with his son. He had lost one already and she knew he was determined not to lose another one.
She knew he likely wouldn't survive the loss of another child. She knew all about the suicide mission to Abydos. She was thankful he had changed during that mission. She couldn't imagine her life without him or her son.
"C'mon, breakfast time soldier," Jack said softly as he ran a hand down his sons back.
"Minute," his son replied. "Baby talk to me."
"George," Jack laughed. "As soon as the baby has finished talking to you, you have to come and have some breakfast okay? Or no fishing."
"Kay, Daddy," George nodded.
Jack ruffled his sons hair as he stood up. He smiled at his wife as he walked out of the room. Sam smiled back as she ran a hand up and down her sons back.
He really did make life worth living.
Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Jack groaned as he tried to awaken from his slumber. He covered his eyes with his free arm and sighed. He was so tired. He needed to sleep.
"Wife," he breathed softly as he felt her move in her sleep. She had snuggled closer to him and hugged his leg.
She was breathing heavily. He knew she was in a deep sleep and wouldn't waken easily. He stroked her hair absently before he let his head fall to the side and his eyes close once more. He would wake her later.
Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Jack smiled as his son ran into his legs and held on tightly. He had just placed the last pancake onto the plate. The table was already set.
"Baby finished talking?" Jack asked as he continued to look down at his son.
"Baby hungry," George told him.
"Yes, we must let baby eat. Which means, you have time to eat pancakes. Blueberry ones. Your favourite."
"Yay!" George exclaimed happily as he let go of his fathers legs and ran to his booster chair.
Jack placed the pancakes on the table beside the syrup and utensils before bending down to pick up his son. Carefully he set his son down in the booster chair as his wife walked into the kitchen area.
"God, you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he whispered into her ear as he placed his hands on her hips and backed her up against the sink.
She had taken to wearing his clothes to bed and around the house during the first few months of their marriage. He thought she was sexy then. Then she had gotten pregnant, and she was still wearing his clothes.
He loved looking at the bump his child created as it grew within her. He loved to see her body change to accommodate their child. He had never seen anything so beautiful. And he was more than happy to keep reminding her of that fact.
"Jack," she scolded him softly. "Not in front of George. You'll scar him for life."
"He won't remember any of this. And if he does, he'll just remember that Daddy loves Mommy very much and that Mommy is the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, especially when she's pregnant."
"Is that blueberry pancakes I smell?" she asked as she walked her fingers up his chest.
"It sure is," he smiled before capturing her lips with his again.
"As much as I love you, right now, food wins," she told him softly as he stroked his face.
"Yes, George did say the baby was hungry," he smiled against her lips. He was sure she coated her lips with some form of drug. He was addicted to her. No matter how often he kissed her; it would never be enough to sate him.
Once breakfast had been eaten and the dishes placed neatly in the sink, Jack had lathered his son in sun cream. He had zipped the hyper child into a life jacket and tucked the legs of his tiny sunglasses behind his ears. George smiled up at him as a floppy hat was placed on his head.
"Ready to go fishing?" Jack asked, a beaming smile on his face.
"Yes Sir!" George saluted him as he grinned.
"To the pond!" Jack called as he took his son into his arms and carried the laughing boy to the deckchair he had already set up.
"To the pond!" George echoed.