Spare Key

Season: five and after, but not six, because Jonas isn't in it

Spoilers: none, nada, zip, zero, zilch, but a slight reference to Desperate Measures

Rating: pg- 13 for some language and images (provided by you the reader of course) of nudity.

Category: I couldn't decide between humor and angst, so it's both. But mostly humor, especially the end.

Summary: Sam has locked herself out of her house in a rather...precarious situation. Who does she have to call on for help?

Author's note: There really wasn't any way to create chapters with this, so I created parts. Although they are labeled chapters by default from the upload. This was fun to write, I hope you enjoy!

It was a fairly humid, late summer evening in Colorado Springs, but Sam Carter thought it was still comfortable enough to leave the windows open to the slight breeze, which was all that was keeping her from turning on the AC. She was all snuggled in for the evening, in her short pink night shirt with matching bikini underwear, under the covers, in her bed, reading the latest issue of Cosmo, when she heard it.

//Nah, it's too far away...that can't be it. // She thought to herself, as she continued reading. It was a decent article about self-confidence and dating, and Sam was definitely into it. She couldn't believe she had never read Cosmopolitan until Cassie had gotten her started. However, since she had been introduced, Sam had been hooked. She stopped every month to get the latest issue from the supermarket. Contrary to what everybody at the SGC thought, she did not read work-related material when she was home off duty. Sam lifted her head to glance out of her bedroom window as a flash caught her attention.

"I'll bet that's lightning." She said to no one, out loud. She heard the distant rumble of the thunder, and it confirmed her suspicions of an upcoming thunderstorm.

"Damn, I didn't think it was supposed to rain tonight. Aw, shit. I gotta get up and close the windows before it rains in the house." She felt a little less unnerved by talking out loud, so that she could hear herself. Sometimes living alone wasn't as great as she pretended it to be. Sam put down her magazine, and swung her freshly shaved legs out of the clean sheets, and off of the side of the bed. She walked over to her bedroom window and looked out across her street. Sam noticed that the only neighbors to have any lights on in either direction besides her, was at least six or seven houses down.

"What do I expect on a Saturday night? That's probably Miss Evelyn. I hope she'll be all right if it storms." She reached up and pulled the window down and locked it, as another flash, much brighter than the last, lit up her bedroom. After all of the severe weather that she had been through on God knew how many other planets, she would have thought that a little thunderstorm on her own world wouldn't have bothered her so much. But for some reason it did bother her, so she hurried to quickly close and lock the rest of the windows as the lightning and thunder came again.

"That ought to do it." Sam closed the last window in her kitchen, and headed back to her bedroom with a freshly made diet coke on ice. She stopped long enough on the way to turn on the air conditioning. As hot as it was out, without the breeze, she would need the added comfort. She turned it on full blast at 66 degrees as she looked at the thermometer. "Wow, it's eighty-two in here. Oh well, I can afford it. It's not like I ever use it any way." Sam smiled at the sound of the central air kicking on, and shuffled quickly back to her comfy bed with her coke.

As she climbed back in under the covers, and set her coke on the nightstand, she heard the rain outside begin to fall. Sam looked at her digital clock. The bright blue numbers read twelve thirty a.m. With the storm, she didn't think that she would be able to fall asleep so well. She picked her magazine back up, and tried to find the page where she had left off. She was slowly flipping through the pages, trying to find the right one, when another flash of lightning lit up her bedroom. The thunder was so close, and so loud, that the crash shook her windows, and practically made her jump right back out of the bed. She tried to relax and listen to the rain pelting the roof. As she looked back down at her Cosmo, she saw an advertisement for the new mustang.

"Oh no. OH Shit! I left the windows down in the car! Damn it, and my cell phone is in there too!" Sam flung the covers off again in one swift motion, and hurried to the front hall to open the door. She didn't like what she saw.

"AHH God it's raining like a son of a...." Just then, the house went dark around her. The power had gone out. Sam was torn between going to the kitchen for her flashlight, or trying to save what was left of her upholstery in her car. She looked down the street at the rest of the houses that had lost electricity. She chose the car.

"Screw it, I know right where the flashlight is. I just hope my cell phone didn't get wet. I can't belIEEVe I left the windows down! Okay here goes." She was psyching herself up.

"One...two...three!" Sam took off out the door, barefoot and in her nightshirt, out into the hammering rain. She ran so fast, she got to the car in about three seconds, and slammed right into it. She scooted around to the passenger side, opened the door with a jerk, and since she didn't have power windows, cranked as hard and as fast as she could to get the window up. She slammed the door, and ran around the front end and yanked open the driver's side door. Before cranking up the driver's window, Sam reached onto the passenger floorboard to get her cell phone. She rolled up the other window as fast as she could, reached over and locked the passenger side. With her cell in her hand, she jumped out, and pushed the driver's door shut after locking it too.

Sam bolted back to the front door wanting to desperately get inside. As she got to the front porch, the street lit up. Not with lightning, but with the streetlights and house lights of her neighborhood, as the electricity came back on.

"Oh that's awesome." She went to grab the doorknob, and it didn't turn. "That's not." Sam turned the knob again. Nothing. The door was locked. "SHIT!" Since she was already soaked through, Sam decided she was going to go around to the back door to see if it by some miracle chance it was unlocked. She tucked her cell phone under the mat so it wouldn't get wet any further, and ran for the back door. She knew what she would find before she even got there, as she remembered putting the bar down on the sliding door when she closed the kitchen window. Yup...sure enough, it was locked too. The front porch provided more cover, so Sam went back around to the front.

As she was rounding the side of the house, a car drove by on her street. Hoping it would be one of her neighbors, she hurried the slightest bit. The car's headlights passed, and the car continued on, turning out only to be a passerby. Sam walked back onto the front porch, and stood there for a second before looking down at herself. Her nightshirt didn't even cover her belly button, which was the way Sam preferred it. But her shirt and her undies were soaking wet and sticking to her in a clingy, dripping bunch.

She glanced at her boobs and realized that the air was a lot chillier when it was raining out, than she had realized. Her nipples could put an eye out. She quickly crossed her arms around herself to shield them, even though there was no one around to see.

Sam reached under the doormat to retrieve her phone, and dialed up Janet's number. At least Janet had another key. She could come from her house to let Sam in. No answer at Jan's place. Daniel had a key too, she tried him. Five rings and a machine. It wasn't looking too good for Sam. She decided that it was better to not leave a message. She wouldn't know what to say anyway.

//yeah hi Daniel this is Sam. I am locked out of my house in my nightshirt and undies would you please bring your key over to let me in? // Sam hung up, and just stood there, with the rain funneling down her goose-fleshed skin. The overhang above didn't offer much cover, but at least it was something. Sam looked at the cell phone in her hand, surprised that it hadn't malfunctioned yet because of all the rain. She was left with only one option. Her fingers trembled slightly from the chilly rain, as she dialed the Colonel's cell phone number from memory. It was either him or the police, and she thought that the Colonel might be a bit more discreet. She sighed as the phone on the other end began to ring.

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